Words

Sometimes your words hold meaning

True

Honest

Helpful

Good

Sometimes your words are like

A fart in the wind

Lost

No one heard them

No one cares

Lost Children

They live on the street

Children hungry and homeless

Runaways they are

To escape abuse at home

Now they live begging for help

Christmas

Tree

Gifts wrapped

String of lights

Decorated

To all friends and family Merry Christmas

Cooking

Cooking

Combining flavors and spices

The sizzling of the pan

The boiling of water

Music in the kitchen

Cooking

The smell of the food

The preparation

The sound of Chopping

A wonderful time in the house

Cooking

Peace

Peace with yourself

The peace and joy of creating

Creating meals

Creating joy

Cooking

The love of food

The joy of food

The comfort of food

Cooking

The Dream (Short Story)

Last night I had a strange dream.  It was loosely based on "The Christmas Carol."  Except the tree ghosts were played by farm animals.  The ghost of Christmas past was a duck.  I asked' Haven't I seen you on my Grandma's pond?" It answered"You may have seen some of my brothers and sisters, but not I."  The ghost of Christmas present was a giant pig.  though the pig was not fat, but was the length of two football felds, and as tall as the Empire State Building.  I said thad would like to put those ribs in the smoker.  He replied" You leave my ribs alone."  I then asked if I could have some bacon, and ham. He replied " Touch my but and I will poop on you."  The ghost of Christmas yet to come was played by a cow, who never said a word untill we got to the cemetary and he pointed at the tombstone.  I bent down moved a few weeds and read the words " GOT MILK"  I looked behind me recited the words, the hood flies back revealing a cow of flesh and bone.  With a crazy look in it's eyes and in a strange yet funny voice it replied 'Why, Yes I Do."  Then started spraying me with milk from it's udder.  That is when I woke up laughing.  That is also why I got up at four am to type this,  now I am going back to bed.  HOPEFULLY

Depression

Depression

Heart hurts so

Much

Banner

I raise my banner high and proud

I sing your praises to the crowd

HOSANNA

HOSANNA

All praise and honor is his

I blast my trumpet loud and strong

To make his music all day long

Wave the banner

Keep the beat

Let’s praise God in the streets

HOSANNA

HOSANNA

is the word to shout

Shouting his praises all about

Play the flutes

Bang the drums

This praise song has just begun

Drive

Sitting on my Grandpa's lap

Driving the truck through the fields

Enjoying the time

Spent with Grandpa

Are forever etched upon my mind

Later sitting in the driver's seat

Placed behind the wheel

Boy! you really can't beat the way this feels

My grandpa

Sitting next to me

Giving me instructions

On how to drive

Times like these were magic

Forever holding a place in my heart

Friendship

Rain or shine my love you will find

Through thick and thin I”ll always be your friend 

Down on your knees you can count on me 

Through hard times I’m always by your side

The Man In Red

There is a man all dressed in red

His cloak shows of a million blood shed

 I try to leave but he won’t let me go

His eyes show with a fiery glow

The pitch fork in his hand glows with a heat I can not stand

This is a man of trouble and of sorrow and will inflict it on everyone you know

I believe

I believe in

God the father almighty

Creator of Haven and Earth

I believe in

Jesus Christ his son my Lord

I believe in

The Holy Spirit

The keeper of life

The constant reminder of

God’s love and mercy

I believe

In myself

In the power within my heart

The spirit within my soul

I believe

Nothing is impossible

All can be done

All can be achieved

As long as

I set my mind to it

I believe

In humanity

Both in goodness

As well as destruction

I believe

The human spirit

I believe

In love

I believe

In the uncharted realms of life

The truth that lies within

The desire of the heart

I believe

In true love

I believe

In true passion

I believe

In the eternal calling

That is within the human soul

Flies

While washing dishes

A thousand eyes watch

Clinging to the kitchen window

They stare

Eternal Flame

The flame is still strong

And the light is burning bright

as it did when you ignited it

On our very first night.

This unbridled passion

Still lives in my soul

and the physical attraction

I’m still unable to control.

Mind-boggling emotions

Still envelope my being

As it gazes upon your enticing form

Our years have not diminished

And our love is still there

The way we stay true

To the honesty we share.

Bestowed this wondrous gift

From the universal unknown

we are rewarded with happiness

in our devotion that’s shown.

So I look at you now

with a little more age in your face

but as beautiful as ever

as you've aged with such grace.

I am blessed to have had you

For so many wonderful years

So full of joy and happiness

It brings me to tears.

I love you even more

Than that very first day

And grateful that through the years

You've decided to stay.

Every day with you is a pleasure

And not one of them is the same

But one thing has been constant

It’s my loves eternal flame.

Be True

Be true to

Yourself and

Those you love

Dandelions

Dandelions may be weeds

They are awfully pretty

The brightness of the bloom

Will always make you smile

So next time you see a dandelion

Look at the flower

In all it's glory

Brightside

Step out of the dark

So better for you to see

The world before you

Peace

Make peace not war

Don’t close life’s open door

The Voice of the Poet

The voice of the poet is calling

Are you listening

This voice comes from within

From the core of the human soul

The voice of the poet is calling

Are you listening

Everyone is a poet

They just need to hear the voice

A poem need not rhyme

It just must be true to your thoughts

Your feelings

Yourself

The voice of the poet is calling

Are you listening

The voice erupts deep from within the human soul

The human spirit is the poem in it’s simplest form

As the poem builds in the heart

The spirit prepares to take flight

The poem is released and it is heard

The voice of the poet is calling

The voice of the poet always rings true

The voice has called from the beginning of time

The dawn of creation

In all it’s brightness

In all it’s radiance

The voice of the poet calls

Will you answer

I ask again

The voice of the poet calls

Will you answer

Mysteries of Life

The mysteries of life

Simply go by

Without anyone seeing them

If we took time

To see those great sights

The whole cosmos would be explained to them

The Line

The line goes on forever

For there is never a

Connection left untouched

The line is forever going

On for miles and miles

Without stop

Without end

Without disconnection

I Think

I think therefore I am

I think

I mean I hope so

I’m sure that’s right

I am therefore I think

I think so anyway

I am what

I think

I am not sure

Am I even here

Where is here

Does it think it’s here

Am I only here because I think I’m here

What if I thought I was there

Would I still be here

Where is there

Does it still exist without me being there

Would it still be there if I stopped thinking about there

Am I there and just don’t know it

Could I be there just by thinking I was there

Where is there

Could it be here

I think therefore I am

I am therefore I think

I think I’m lost

One Thousand Candles

One thousand candles

Burning in the dark

Their light shines

For the lives that were lost

Lives of hope

Lives with dreams

Death met them

Their light extinguished

From the world

One thousand candles

Souls lifted to heaven

One thousand candles

Glow in the dark

Though the light of those souls

Shine for this would no more

Their light shines on

Within our hearts

One thousand candles

Souls lifted to heaven

R.I.P