I Miss
I miss the old days,
I miss the gentle ways,
I miss the county fairs.
I miss the old folks,
I miss my brother's jokes,
I miss concerts in the park.
I miss the quiet talks,
I miss the sunday walks,
I miss the forest paths.
We had not much in material ways,
No malls, T.V. or electronic rays.
No atom bombs, jets or star wars threats,
But we had what I'd never trade.
A church bells melodic chime,
Full blooming trees to climb.
Deep fern covered woods to roam,
A wondrous, moving Kipling poem.
Country fairs and skating rinks,
Porch swings with rusty creaks.
Tandem rides through the park,
Hand held walks in the dark.
No Fear |
Peace - It's Time!
Time to face the world's dilemmas,
Time to love and laugh once more.
Time to mend the broken hearted,
Hang a welcome on the door.
Time to hear the children's laughter,
Time to unpollute our Earth.
Time to cure the world's diseases,
Fill all hearts with joy and mirth.
Time to save Earth for the children,
Time to plant and reap again.
Time to save the beasts and forests,
To be free - each race - all men.
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It's Up To You
Hey brother why the gloom,
And chin upon the floor.
It takes the sunshine from the room,
And clutters up the air.
A smile does wonders for your face,
And cheers up all around it.
So keep the faith with who you are,
And let some joy surround it.
Keep your mind on bright tomorrows,
Work today on things you love.
Life will shine with new achievements,
God will smile from up above.
It's up to you!
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Oops!
An Eagle soared aloft in a clear blue sky,
A king whose pride rang out with every cry.
His golden eyes alert and very sound he heard,
Yet he ignored the war cry of a big silver bird.
Moving faster than sound it ignited his head,
Now in place of feathers, It's red where he bled.
It's terribly hard for pride to show,
When everyone is shouting, "It's a condor," from below.
"Tis a sad sad day," he bemoaned his fate.
As he thought of going home and explaining to his mate.
How the flame danced a polka atop his head,
Leaving him bald and his pate cherry red.
"Never again dare I claim the skies,
That dad-ratted jet nearly led to my demise.
When my feathers return and I'm suave once more
I'll be sure to listen for the jets raucous roar." |
Then I'll Be There!
I raise my eyes and say a prayer
As waves crash hard upon the shore.
Grey Mist swirls against the sky,
My heart aches with a remembering cry.
War and death again draw nigh,
As young men and women stand to die.
A bitterness grips and claims my soul,
As tears fall steadily in the sand.
Big men talk the time away,
Til decisions are made and weapons are manned.
Protected far from the coming fray,
How can they sleep or face the day.
Thoughts turn about to days gone by,
Of young men strong and full of life.
Pride filled their eyes as they marched on by,
Not afraid of the coming strife.
Evading truth that many would die,
All that remained was loved ones sigh.
I raise my eyes and send a prayer,
To one I know is caring there.
A voice comes back so deep and low.
"Man has chosen his way to go,...
It's up to him to turn the tide,
And cleanse the world of his evil side."
To help the suffering aid the weak,
Guide the blind and kinship seek,
Lift his brothers no matter what race,
And build a new and better place.
"Then I'll be There!" |
Chill Out
When the clarity of day
meets the mistyness of night,
And the moon rides high in it's dandelion flight.
Come think what you've accomplished,
Do not dwell on past mistakes.
Leave a sigh to use tomorrow,
Peaceful thought is all it takes.
Feel a smooth warm deck benieth you,
Drifting, drifting with the tide.
Pulling gently from the shoreline,
Where the beasts of worry hide.
Dream a dream of misty rainbows,
Float on clouds of silvery dew.
There's a new and bright tomorrow,
Shining through that sad deep hue.
See the gentle flow of water,
Smoothing wrinkles from the shore?
Let your feelings laze within it,
Let your life will be as peaceful,
As a saint at heavens's door. |
