Robert B. Glass

Kokomo, Indiana

I have been published by the National Library of Poetry, and I am working on a manuscript. The thing I am proudest of is my sobriety. It has opened my eyes up to so much. I would really like to work at Kokomo's Chrysler Corp. It's a dream of mine.

The Heavenly Creator

He is the rock of my foundation,
He sent the Savior for my soul.
A fraction of His wisdom is greater than we will ever know.
He is the highest Tower of Power
He is known throughout the land, and if you go to Him,
He is willing to lend a hand.
He saved me from the world.
He saved me from myself.
I never could have quit drinking without His love and help.
He is the Heavenly Creator.
He is the Father of every man.
And if I have a need, I know He will understand.
He forgave me of my sins I know beyond a doubt
When I have a problem, I know He'll help me out.

Temptress

Amber waves flowing in the wind,
displaying her beauty puts me in mind of the
original sin. Life's warm love radiates from her form
not a more beautiful child of woman has been born.
wrapped in rays of sunlight on a cloud she will
dance, filling men's hearts with thoughts of romance.
Tempting them with her pleasures that will
make them risk the fires of Hell. To kiss and
caress this sweet Jezebel, flights of delight
on warm summer nights find her in an earthly
form, in that woman that you long to hold and
adore. Kindling the fire that burns inside man,
spurring him to that
ancient plan.

Beggar's Feast

I laid in bed trying to sleep
and found myself being drug off to a beggar's feast,
There was lusty wine to quench a greedy throat,
Sexual depravity was one of the main meats.
Once you sat down you couldn't help but to eat.
Eat all you want, you'll only want more,
Bellowed the thing that wore the horn.
There were various drugs being a special meat.

A dinner of damnation is this beggar's feast.
Every abomination known to man not immediately available
Was brought quick being close at hand.

Then came one angel, then came more.
As the battle began scraps fell to the floor.
I pulled one person back and angered the beast.
As I gave up my place at the beggar's feast.
I was granted that one person as spoils of war
And warned to eat from that table no more.

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Sweet and innocent they know
no sin. Whether playing in the sun or rain their
faces look natural as they wear their grins.
Living their lives in a carefree way
While envied by adults who remember their
own childhood days. Oh how I miss those
carefree days.