(Poem) Just In Case

Just In Case

 

Just in Case, just in Case of What I Think

What all is it that we think we’ve learned

Does Anyone ever have the time to really see

We Learn while We Live, Die when We Don’t

Just In Case, maybe we should take time to enjoy

 

Just In Case we thought that we knew something

How many times has Life taught us, that we don’t

Life is filled with several of those Kodak Moments

What if, we had looked Left instead of looking Wrong

Just In Case, is part of what can make a life great

 

Just In Case, this seems to much like HollyWood

Would it be nice if we all simply loved each other

World Peace, almost all Blonde Beauties want it

Will we ever become among Gray Hairs at the Gate

Just In Case I don’t Lord, Please, except me anyway

(Poem) Remembering The Game

Remembering The Game

 

I first heard of It, the 59 Sox like it was a few yesterdays ago

It was Ancient History to a Six Year Old boy way back then

Allowed to be part of a few Kids Leagues as I was growing up

These Words are not about me, it’s about this Beautiful Game

In the Sandlots this Game was the one I always prefered to play

 

The Game taught me about rules that Life just had not then

The Spine of the Game is Numbers so It had a hold on me

Game helped me do Math in my head and a meaning for it

Numbers just like History, they all have a whole History to

The Numbers have Names and they are both intertwined

 

The Game makes you want to Learn how to Read better

Math, Reading and History all taught so well in the Game

The Day will come when it’s the Last Time you ever played

Through the Years in the Game we learned how to win and lose

Lord, Family, Country, I learned a lot about Love, from the Game

 

 

I Hope You Enjoy This Poem From Ms. Barbara Grace Lake

The First Of 2019

© 2019 Barbara Grace Lake

The tiller cuts into dark loam
Releasing pungent smells of earth
Creates an open breeding womb
For saplings, fertile seeds a bed

Inhaling all, I thrust my hands
Without regard to errant soil
Into wide furrows newly turned
Of robust dirt to blacken them

What will my grubby fingers grow
What crops can fields like this one fill
Will hatred thrive? I pray, no more.
Can kindness, love be nurtured still?

It all depends on what we plant
If we sow seeds of errancy
Our crops will shrivel die on vine
Our lives will shrivel die in sync

But can we find again the seeds
Of mercy, love and honesty
Our lives depend upon our will
To toss out evil, plant new hope.

What will we plant?

(Poem) Pass It On

PASS IT ON

 

We were all born and we all will die

Breath is slapped into us and out

A to Z this is upon all our heads

Do we prosper or do we starve

Was there light in our darkness

 

Born to slave for the rich man’s crumbs

All work, no life, no play yet we try

Our Children and theirs, do they no us

Choices we made killed our inner Soul

Life without being loved is not a life at all

 

Love in our old age is truly hard to fathom

Work till you drop is the true path of the poor

We rent a piece of G-d’s property, for a while

For we in deed own nothing in this life at all

Wisdom, knowledge, love is life so pass it on

 

(Poem About Life) It Hurts

It Hurts

 

It hurts when we squeeze out into the light

Hand slaps our behind to hear our voice cry

Abused by a Parent and the Babysitter alike

School starts, bullies and the playground fights

Chores, homework and home beatings abound

 

It hurts when a Teacher is a vengeful daily liar

When Principles are nothing but ignorant goons

The adults around you stay quiet at your unfair pain

Families know and see but stay quiet just the same

Children should not be seen or even dare to be heard

 

You escape your childhood right into a marriage sham

Your whore trampled your heart then took your kids away

Knowing through ignorance you sinned but not in those ways

Maturity I didn’t know yet my children’s hearts I crushed anyway

Understanding damage done to and by you, to the grave, it hurts

(Obituary Poem) Hell’s Halo

Yesterday A Former President Died

 

Yesterday a former President did pass away

It seems that some in our Country have noticed

Media and Politicians who hated you, heaping praise

Is it just courtesy that says not to slap the recent dead

Praise, is it given to persons works or just their position

 

A person in life you filled many Political positions

When in life you were known for being a slime ball

Habitual liar, hand always out, and thief and a fraud

Once a King of the Cocaine Cowboys, with Governor in tow

How many innocent died at your money and power grabs

 

Yet, now you have died so the bullshit is shoveling high

Children you raised to follow in your bloodstained steps

Because you were a President connected States glorify your name

Airports, highways and libraries they have given you undue fame

Yet I pray your sins were washed away, before Hell’s Halo you get

 

(Philosophy Poem) Dry Bones

Dry Bones

 

Twice it shall be where we are totally exposed

Sinew, skin and our clothes will always pass away

We hide our virtues or our lack thereof only in vain

Our nakedness we try to hide yet many shall see it

All that lies beneath our ornaments fades with time

 

Do our bones just lay beneath the ground waiting to rise

Will we awake for All Saints Days to love or to hate again

The Soul given us, does it lay quietly waiting in the ground

From the Crypt of the Underworld one day Hell will surely arise

Above the ground or beneath it, where can our Soul or bones hide

 

In the depths of the Seas many have sank into the sand and will first arise

Some bones lay frozen in time, others are but vapors in the winds of wars

In the Badlands and deserts there are many lives hidden in shifting sands

At the Word of G-d the great and the small will arise in their allotted hour

Our bodies dried bones will go to dust, yet our Soul to Paradise or the Fire

(Poem) Royalty: Is A Gift From Man

Royalty: Is A Gift From Man

 

Royalty, how many are paid to primp and pose

How many of you folks have any real power

Are you really Royalty, is it by bloodline or a gun

Do you believe that G-d Himself has Ordained you

What if tomorrow, you’re but Hippopotamus Poo

 

Have you not heard, that what G-d gives…

Some have golden pistols

Some like Hitler, they hate

In Russia a whole family paid

Now what is it that heads your State

 

European Royals stuck their heads out

Some did not get theirs attached back

Some with Titles have learned to last

Many have died by miss use of power

Some from simply pissing off their Dad

(Philosophy/Poem) Is A Human Really Capable Of Obtaining Wisdom?

IS A HUMAN REALLY CAPABLE OF OBTAINING WISDOM?

 

What is Wisdom that a man will choose to actively chase it

Is not Wisdom but a vapor that is beyond our understanding

It is said that a wise man listens carefully to obtain understanding

Yet who is it that decides what is wise and what is foolishness

One can have a sweet tongue yet also have the Soul of an Asp

 

Did not Hitler and Chairman Mao attract masses with poison pens

Are the masses but simpletons incapable of understanding dark secrets

Does not a political Preacher speak sweet words as he lifts your wallet

The Professor, we assume bathes each night in truth and in knowledge

Yet, does truth drip from his lips or just his version of political correctness

 

Politicians rattle their lies as they wrap themselves in the Bible and the flag

Doctors and Lawyers, many graduated in the bottom 50% of their own peers

Did we choose to listen to our parents or theirs in the days of our youth

Even when one is not lying it does not mean they know of what they speak

Humans are not Divine, yet without Divinity there is no such thing as Wisdom

 

 

Philosophy Poem: Darkness

Darkness

 

Darkness is the absence or the lack of the Light of our Creator

Wickedness and evil are the hallmark of the Darkness hidden

The metaphor of Darkness conceals it danger via its own lies

Lack of knowledge and enlightenment encourages Darkness

Darkness is the destination of those who lack understanding

 

The Lord often speaks in a parable of the darkness of old

Often one can feel the essence of the Darkness around us

The Righteous have no need to be afraid of the Darkness

The Works of Darkness are shameful even to be spoken of

Darkness blinds the heart and eyes to ones own salvation

 

We can say we are a child of Light but by our hearts we are known

When we hate our own Brothers we are children of the Devil’s Darkness

To love the World and their lusts condemns us to living in this Darkness

The Darkness of this World is wicked and it and we shall soon pass away

The Love of God is the only Light with the Power to save us from the Dark