Simon P. Perez 

Niceville, Florida, USA 

Simon P. Perez. Pen Name... Sam P. Perez. Education... 2nd Year High, Calapan, Mindoro P.I.; Graduated from Medical Tech. School at Gunter AFB. Montgomery, Alabama in 1963 AFSC 90270. Duty... Emergency Room Technician. Military Service... Served 4 years in the US Navy 1945-1949, Joined the US Air Force 1950-1967. Awards... From Famous Poet Society Award of Recognition (Famous Poet for 1996) Poems published in "Famous Poems of the Twentieth Century" 1. "God's Precious Gift" 2. "But Why?" 3. Thank You Lord" (note) soon to be published. "What Went Wrong" in Dappled Sunlight; Editors Choice Award. I'm 76 years old and I still believe in the saying... "You are never too old to learn."

The Line Between Evil

It's not my flesh that I nourish,
nor the blood that runs in my veins
It's not my thoughts that I flourish
but the love in my heart to remain.
It's not my eyes that I lavish,
to absorb all the beauty and charm;
but to share my love and devotion,
and to cause not anyone harm.
What good is the heart without feelings,
what good is the blood that runs cold?
But the feelings that's warm and tender,
is by far more precious than gold.
What good is the eyes that is evil,
what good are the eyes that have sinned?
but the heart that's pure and devoted,
may his soul be truly redeemed.
If my blood is still within me, my flesh,
my thoughts all in one;
I'll draw a line between me and evil,
to Heaven I'll be, when I'm gone...

THANK YOU LORD

Thank you Lord for the sunshine,
Thank you Lord for the rain;
Thank you too for the rainbows,
And for easing my pain.

Thank you Lord for the mountains,
And the whispering trees;
Thank you too for the oceans,
And the soft balmy breeze.

You were there when I needed you,
You were there when I cried.
You solaced me in sorrows,
You were there by my side.

Thank you Lord for the heavens,
And the stars up above.
Thank you too for my dear friends,
Who have shown me their love.

I've watched the tide recedes to it's majestic bed
Leaving behind a field of sand, as clean and white as sheet.
But yet before the darkness creeps upon the beach,
A shame for us to see a thousand ugly silhouettes.

Those pampered little feet had left their trace,
Deep heavy footprints of almost any human race;
The web-footed birds, them too had left their marks,
Upon the sand just shortly before dark.

And there you see a thousand twisted straws,
Those half-crushed paper cups, all rocking to and fro.
The empty beer cans left howling through the night.
Enough to scare the night owl out of sight.

Yet, nobody cares.... the beach is in a mess,
Just like a neglected child,in a ragged tattered dress.
And when everyone is sound asleep;
The tide is up again to sweep.