What happens when you neglect your blog? I'm asking a rhetorical question of course. I already know what happens, I can see the stats that my readers can't. Am I ashamed of my self? Nah, the blog will get over my absence and if I have any fans they'll forgive me. Am I done neglecting my blog? That, my friends, is the real question.
Monday, January 16, 2012
Sunday, December 4, 2011
School of Hard Knocks
I had way to much material for this one. As I was editing, it was hard to know what to cut out. I may have a couple more poems about this subject.
School of Hard Knocks
School of Hard Knocks,
Is not for wimps!
You feel the shocks,
That make you crimp.
Lessons you learn,
Cause lasting harm.
That may be burned,
Upon your arm!
The strong goes weak!
The weak, then, strong!
Your up the creek...
With things gone wrong.
But when you come
From out the fire
You've now become
One to admire.
School of Hard Knocks
School of Hard Knocks,
Is not for wimps!
You feel the shocks,
That make you crimp.
Lessons you learn,
Cause lasting harm.
That may be burned,
Upon your arm!
The strong goes weak!
The weak, then, strong!
Your up the creek...
With things gone wrong.
But when you come
From out the fire
You've now become
One to admire.
Friday, December 2, 2011
So many shapes.
I've been thinking about this concept for a year now. Last Sunday I was at church and I mentioned it at Sunday school. I wrote this poem when I got home.
So Many shapes
Take a piece of clay, so many shapes it takes.
Only the imagination limits what it makes.
Then it comes to life, from clay ball into real,
So valuable it is, that you could buy or steal.
The clay disappears into man or dog,
The truth of what we see is in magician's fog.
But in the end, that horse, that looks like it could nay,
Or the man looking proudly on, are still made of clay
This is like commandments, we get from above.
Some rules seem restrictive, to always live thereof
The laws that we must follow, look and feel so hard
Sometimes it feels impossible, like heavens gates are barred.
Remember then the image, of a man or horse or dove
Because just like clay, commandments are all made up of love
So Many shapes
Take a piece of clay, so many shapes it takes.
Only the imagination limits what it makes.
Then it comes to life, from clay ball into real,
So valuable it is, that you could buy or steal.
The clay disappears into man or dog,
The truth of what we see is in magician's fog.
But in the end, that horse, that looks like it could nay,
Or the man looking proudly on, are still made of clay
This is like commandments, we get from above.
Some rules seem restrictive, to always live thereof
The laws that we must follow, look and feel so hard
Sometimes it feels impossible, like heavens gates are barred.
Remember then the image, of a man or horse or dove
Because just like clay, commandments are all made up of love
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Good Start
I found this one in an old note book. My kids were still baby's at the time. I wrote this for my sweet heart.
Good Start
Wake up in the morning, sunshine's in the room.
Birds are singing sweetly, ushering out nights gloom.
The children are awaking, stretching and rubbing eyes.
Reaching arms for holding, to sooth out baby's cry's.
Mommy mine, keep you near, hold you in our hearts,
Remembering how lovingly you gave us a good start.
We're still so young, and its hard to guess,
All the things you do to share your love with us.
We love you mommy for all the things you do
That lets us feel so loved, always, through and through.
Good Start
Wake up in the morning, sunshine's in the room.
Birds are singing sweetly, ushering out nights gloom.
The children are awaking, stretching and rubbing eyes.
Reaching arms for holding, to sooth out baby's cry's.
Mommy mine, keep you near, hold you in our hearts,
Remembering how lovingly you gave us a good start.
We're still so young, and its hard to guess,
All the things you do to share your love with us.
We love you mommy for all the things you do
That lets us feel so loved, always, through and through.
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
The Sun
This was an idea I had after re-reading my poem Gone... I had fun writing this one.
The Sun
Sun
Peeking over the horizon
Spying on the morning
Anticipating
The day
Day
Giving opportunity for growth
Tumultuous activity
Racing
The night
Night
Casting shadows over light
Peacefully resting
Harboring
The moon
Moon
Lullabying the earth
Ever rocking
Anticipating
The sun
Monday, November 28, 2011
Putting Up Apperances
I've have always worn my heart on my sleeve, if you know me at all, then you know me. It's that simple. I hate when people are one way with me, then another way with others. Its as if they are trying to hide something. What are you hiding? Cuz you just look like asses to every one who really know you!
Putting up appearances
A mask I just can't use!
With all this awesome inside,
Why put up any ruse?
The "actors" of the world,
Worry what others say.
They work hard for acceptance,
Yet hide their face away.
Nah! that's not for me.
I've to much to do!
To many talents to be shared..
To spend any on a coo
I like the words of Popeye.
"I yam, wud I yam, wud I yam!"
Why deny the world...
ANY of who I AM!
Putting up appearances
A mask I just can't use!
With all this awesome inside,
Why put up any ruse?
The "actors" of the world,
Worry what others say.
They work hard for acceptance,
Yet hide their face away.
Nah! that's not for me.
I've to much to do!
To many talents to be shared..
To spend any on a coo
I like the words of Popeye.
"I yam, wud I yam, wud I yam!"
Why deny the world...
ANY of who I AM!
Thursday, November 24, 2011
Thankful Heart
Happy Thanks Giving every one!!! Let it be known that I love you. Even if I dont know you, I love you, and am thankful for you.
With a thankful heart, I shout to all the world!
To everyone who'll listen, my joy is now unfurled!
The fullness of my thanks, raises up to God.
Arms out stretched to heaven, in praise for up above!
And thou I walk in hardship, and my feet are sore,
My happiness for what I have, makes my spirit soar!
Thank you for my family. Thank you for my friends.
Thank you for my health and strength, pray it never ends!
Thank you for my house, a roof over my head.
Thank you for the blessings I never knew I had.
Thank you for my Savior, without whom I would have naught.
Thank you for my life, that he lovingly bought.
Thank you for the price, which cost, did make him bleed.
And in my thanks I'll follow, everywhere you'll lead.
With a thankful heart, I shout to all the world!
To everyone who'll listen, my joy is now unfurled!
The fullness of my thanks, raises up to God.
Arms out stretched to heaven, in praise for up above!
And thou I walk in hardship, and my feet are sore,
My happiness for what I have, makes my spirit soar!
Thank you for my family. Thank you for my friends.
Thank you for my health and strength, pray it never ends!
Thank you for my house, a roof over my head.
Thank you for the blessings I never knew I had.
Thank you for my Savior, without whom I would have naught.
Thank you for my life, that he lovingly bought.
Thank you for the price, which cost, did make him bleed.
And in my thanks I'll follow, everywhere you'll lead.
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Adam
I wrote this one a year ago. It was much longer, and unfinished. As I was looking at it tonight I decided that it didn't need to be long, and cut it down to this.
I feel like I wasn't trully complete until I met my wife. I believe that none of us could ever achieve the full potential that is within ourselves without our significant other. I know God planned it that way.
God gave the world to Adam, to tend and till and care.
And made for him a garden, so he could rule from there.
Our father spoke to son, fore not all was fit and fin'
Adam cared for all the world, but who would care for him?
So God made Adam sleep, and took from him a bone.
And gave him back a wife, to sit upon his throne.
Eve was gave to Adam, she helped him in his strife.
And it wasn't tell she came, that he truly started life.
I feel like I wasn't trully complete until I met my wife. I believe that none of us could ever achieve the full potential that is within ourselves without our significant other. I know God planned it that way.
God gave the world to Adam, to tend and till and care.
And made for him a garden, so he could rule from there.
Our father spoke to son, fore not all was fit and fin'
Adam cared for all the world, but who would care for him?
So God made Adam sleep, and took from him a bone.
And gave him back a wife, to sit upon his throne.
Eve was gave to Adam, she helped him in his strife.
And it wasn't tell she came, that he truly started life.
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
LA LA LA, Feed the fish!
You figure this one out.
La La La
Feed the fish!
Don't understand? Then let me reminisce.
And tell you bout the time I was gonna climb, in-n-out o grime, claim'n what was mine.
But the powers that be put their hands on my head, proclaiming me dead, drowning me with dread.
This is what they said...
La La La
Feed the fish!
Blah Blah Blah
Feed the birds!
Don't understand? Then let me be heard.
Theres rules at my feet that won't let me eat. I continully cheat, so I won't deplete.
The man with the plan is scanning around, those that are found are desert bound
Toppins aren't enouph, he wants me bled, until I'm dead, And with fingers red...
he says...
Blah Blah Blah
Feed the birds!
Yak Yak Yak
Feed the hand!
Don't understand? Then listen to the band.
You gotta grease the squeak when your up the creek, and things are bleak, or take it in the cheek.
The dude in the van of opportunity has the hook ups, but he's stuck-up, with his palm up, like a buttercup.
say'n
Yak Yak Yak
Feed the hand!
When the yickity-yack smacks you in the back, and the la-body-blah sounds like an attack,
You need to fix your eyes, grit your teeth, crack your knucks, and steal your knees.
Take a stance against the breeze.
The winds of change are blow'n all the time. You can rewind your fate, remake it sublime!
And when the forces of doom let out their firery plume, and make their thunder boom...
we'll fight back with our own monsoon
scream'n
LA LA LA!
FEED THE FISH!
La La La
Feed the fish!
Don't understand? Then let me reminisce.
And tell you bout the time I was gonna climb, in-n-out o grime, claim'n what was mine.
But the powers that be put their hands on my head, proclaiming me dead, drowning me with dread.
This is what they said...
La La La
Feed the fish!
Blah Blah Blah
Feed the birds!
Don't understand? Then let me be heard.
Theres rules at my feet that won't let me eat. I continully cheat, so I won't deplete.
The man with the plan is scanning around, those that are found are desert bound
Toppins aren't enouph, he wants me bled, until I'm dead, And with fingers red...
he says...
Blah Blah Blah
Feed the birds!
Yak Yak Yak
Feed the hand!
Don't understand? Then listen to the band.
You gotta grease the squeak when your up the creek, and things are bleak, or take it in the cheek.
The dude in the van of opportunity has the hook ups, but he's stuck-up, with his palm up, like a buttercup.
say'n
Yak Yak Yak
Feed the hand!
When the yickity-yack smacks you in the back, and the la-body-blah sounds like an attack,
You need to fix your eyes, grit your teeth, crack your knucks, and steal your knees.
Take a stance against the breeze.
The winds of change are blow'n all the time. You can rewind your fate, remake it sublime!
And when the forces of doom let out their firery plume, and make their thunder boom...
we'll fight back with our own monsoon
scream'n
LA LA LA!
FEED THE FISH!
Saturday, November 19, 2011
Hey Aphrodite!
I wrote this song for my wife in our first year of marriage, she loved it. After our first baby was born, the little darling gave us no peace whenever we went for drives, except when I sang this song. I probably sang it 1000 times or more that year, my wife and I got sick of it. Its been years since I've thought of it. I never wrote the "music", the tune's in my head....maybe I'll record it. For now, here are the lyrics.
Hey Aphrodite
If Venus-Aphrodite were alive and well today,
She would bring with her the wrath of gods, even unto judgement day.
For her cup runnith over, brimming with jealousy,
Cuz there is one walk'n the land, who is prettier then she!
Hey Aphrodite! Give it up to her. She's the prettiest women, walking on the earth. And although your carved in marble, and alabaster stone, she is liven flesh and blood sitten on your throne!
If there were fallen angles, walking all around.
One look at her is all it would take, for them to bow to the ground!
For' they worship beauty, honesty, and love,
And she is the most of all of these, in this world or above!
Hey fallen angles! Give it up to her. She's the prettiest woman, walkin on the earth. And when you fell from heaven, forefitting your grace, it took no time at all for her to take your place!
If there was a talk'n rose bush, quoting poetry,
She'd be the one they'd rhyme about, because she so pure and sweet!
Shes their inspiration, like they are to us.
They'd write songs bout lov'n her and sing um to their buds!
Hey baby rose bud! Give it up to her! She's the prettiest woman, walkin on the earth. And although you bloom in season, soon you wilt away. She will last forever, her beauty's here to stay!
She is the loveliest, this I say is true.
I found my baby, caught her smile, grabbed her and said "I do!"
They say that beauty's in the beholders eye,
For goodness sake! My baby cakes is something you can't deny!
Hey Aphrodite! Give it up to her. She's the prettiest woman, living on the earth. And although your carved in marble, your figures crumbling down, and she will live forever wear'n heavens crown!
Hey Aphrodite! Give it up to her. Shes the prettiest woman, living on the earth. And, You've got your fallen temples, that you call your home. But we will live forever sitting on celestial thrones!
And I will live forever, with my baby on my throne!
Hey Aphrodite
If Venus-Aphrodite were alive and well today,
She would bring with her the wrath of gods, even unto judgement day.
For her cup runnith over, brimming with jealousy,
Cuz there is one walk'n the land, who is prettier then she!
Hey Aphrodite! Give it up to her. She's the prettiest women, walking on the earth. And although your carved in marble, and alabaster stone, she is liven flesh and blood sitten on your throne!
If there were fallen angles, walking all around.
One look at her is all it would take, for them to bow to the ground!
For' they worship beauty, honesty, and love,
And she is the most of all of these, in this world or above!
Hey fallen angles! Give it up to her. She's the prettiest woman, walkin on the earth. And when you fell from heaven, forefitting your grace, it took no time at all for her to take your place!
If there was a talk'n rose bush, quoting poetry,
She'd be the one they'd rhyme about, because she so pure and sweet!
Shes their inspiration, like they are to us.
They'd write songs bout lov'n her and sing um to their buds!
Hey baby rose bud! Give it up to her! She's the prettiest woman, walkin on the earth. And although you bloom in season, soon you wilt away. She will last forever, her beauty's here to stay!
She is the loveliest, this I say is true.
I found my baby, caught her smile, grabbed her and said "I do!"
They say that beauty's in the beholders eye,
For goodness sake! My baby cakes is something you can't deny!
Hey Aphrodite! Give it up to her. She's the prettiest woman, living on the earth. And although your carved in marble, your figures crumbling down, and she will live forever wear'n heavens crown!
Hey Aphrodite! Give it up to her. Shes the prettiest woman, living on the earth. And, You've got your fallen temples, that you call your home. But we will live forever sitting on celestial thrones!
And I will live forever, with my baby on my throne!
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