Fast Jack & Tom 9-1-15

Please tell me, "Is there greener grass
that we have been denied
across life's busy highway?
What's on the other side?"
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Fast Jack, the Rabbit, wanted more
than his ol' world could bring.
So started, he, across life's road
with optimistic sing.

And Tom, the Turtle, thought he too,
could find his life's reward,
so set his mind to follow Jack
...as big, bad engines roared.

Now Jack was quick and darted o'er
the line that marked the tar,
whizzing past a left rear tire
then under low sports car.

Then Tom, the Turtle, had began.
He lifted one front toe,
but pulled it back quite quickly 'cause,
he couldn't start his 'go'.

There patiently, he held his ground
beside that busy road.
And then he heard a chuckle
with a taunt from Timmy Toad.

But patiently, he waited there -
and almost fell asleep -
if not for noisy tires
from a muddy, off-road jeep.

Now half-way 'cross the highway
that 'ol rabbit zagged his wrath,
between the bumpers back and forth.
He zigged a crazy path.

About this time Tom turtle saw
his chance to get across,
but if he wasn't quick enough
he'd end up 'turtle sauce'.

His feet, he shifted into gear.
His legs were filled with pow'r!
His speeds went unrecorded, but
...I've heard "nine stones per hour".

Hence, gap between the traffic
wasn't big enough for Tom.
A Cadillac that fast approached
was driven by a mom.

The tire on that Cadillac
caught edge of Tom's hard shell.
It flipped him forty feet through air
and things did not go well...

Tom did a dozen somersaults,
then landed on his back.
He heard a scream, "Get off of me!"
that came from... yes, Fast Jack.

Well, Jack was somewhat angered
when a semi smacked the two.
It threw him back across the road
and spun Tom dizzy too.

Then Tom rolled off the other side.
Both learned life's road was hard -
with Tom and Jack on either side
frightened, sore and scarred.
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The moral to this poem is that
Jack had gotten meaner.
And like the fence dividing lawns,
Tom found the grass- not greener.

Now isn't it a futile life,
that Jack and Tom had tried -
despite abundant grass God gave
to each on either side?

Our pride, greed, lust and envy too,
are like Tom's somersaults.
The pain and bandages received,
are really our own faults.

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I See Spring! 8-30-15

(Four generations: Lucy Ellen Gander, Sarah Evaline Palmer (standing),

Susanna Sanborn, Katherine Jadwin, circa 1874. Sarah is Nathan Gander's wife.)

"With picture faded on the wall -

oh, who could understand it all?

For yesterday began the spring

when we could dance and we could sing.

But faded now, our lively songs

with grasses dead and flowers gone.

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Today I stand somewhat dismayed.

and of tomorrow, am afraid.

My wrinkled face now bears a frown.

I find the whole world up-side-down.

From government to businesses -

the world is busy, all abuzz.

The love of money, Satan's hook.

What's with the envy?  Take a look!

In all the world, who understands?

Does love for money stain our hands?

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Some day in Heaven, happily -

I'll sing God's praises out with glee!

Who cares of clothes or car I drive?

I am with Him and am alive!

Today, I see deception's sting -

but of tomorrow, I see spring!

With picture faded on the wall -

oh, who would understand it all?

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If I Haven't Died 8-28-15

There were many things I thought important

when I was a child -

like walking and skipping and running wild -

but were they?

There were many things I thought important

in my middle years -

like career or sports and drinking beers -

but were they?

There are many things I think important

now later in life -

like health, adult diapers and dealing with strife -

but are they?

There will be many things I'll think important -

eternity's ever -

when hell has its fury - 'cause I thought I knew better.

Will they be...?

Do you get the picture now?  Do you understand -

of Heaven's importance - not this sin's wasteland?

But Jesus still waits, 'cause it's never too late -

(if I haven't died) -

to confess and repent - and be sanctified -

now.  Right now.

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Revelation 3:20 (KJV)
Behold, I stand at the door, and knock:
if any man hear my voice, and open the door,
I will come in to him, and will sup with him, and he with me.

Li'l Puff 8-13-15

Now Li'l Puff was kind of sad.

He looked up at his giant dad,

"Oh, why am I a little cloud

but you are big and thunder loud?

"Your lightning flashes 'cross the sky

but I can't do it when I try...

And also, when you rain, you pour!

I try and try but can't rain more..."

So once again he tried so hard

to rain down drops upon a yard.

He thought he let down God and Heav'n

when counted, he, but ninety-seven.

The sod was turning gray and brown

and plants were dying all around.

Will ninety-seven drops of rain

still keep alive what does remain?

Then mom spoke up and said, "Dear son,

God wouldn't care if you had none.

He knows if you have done your best.

Be humble and He'll do the rest."

But Li'l Puff, not satisfied,

had drooped his head and cried and cried.

He wanted to be just like dad,

but he was small.  It made him sad.

So Li'l Puff had had enough.

He packed his toys and other stuff.

He ran away for life anew -

to be some ice, or maybe dew.

Descending down upon a log

our Li'l Puff became a fog.

For quite some time he rested there,

without a hope, without a care.

Sometimes he'd cry, sometimes he'd sigh.

Two long and lonely weeks went by...

Then suddenly, out of the blue,

he heard a voice from little 'Sue'.

Excitedly, she called her mom -

then called her dad and brother Tom.

"My brand new plant has bloomed a rose!'

It's fragrance touched her little nose.

While Li'l Puff was still in gloom -

what caused that little rose to bloom?

Though sometimes we have not a clue -

those ninety-seven raindrops knew.

We might not see a pretty rose

from poems that we might compose,

but God creates.  Yes, He does still.

Just be content to do His will.

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Buried Treasure 8-09-15

I found a buried treasure map inside a dusty book.

It showed the paths of journeys old.  I took a closer look.

I studied meanings of those paths through all my bias views

and cut more paths with stubbornness in search of crucial clues.

Exposed were possibilities where treasures could be found,
so I mapped out my own small world where I could look around.

I envied after treasures so.  I took my ev'ry tool.

I took my shovel and my ax, my compass and my mule.

(My shovel was my selfish greed.  The ax was my own tongue.

My mule was my brand new car and friends I was among.)

I loaded up my mighty ship (that one might call 'career')
and I believed that treasure chest was very, very near.
I stood at helm, determined, on my great big sailing ship.

So confident I'd reach my goals, I held a solid grip.

I followed all the earthly rules and took each cautious measure,

went ashore on sev'ral lands in search of buried treasure.
I overturned huge stubborn stones so very burdensome -

but all I found was sinful filth and weary had become.

I thought that gold awaited me, bright silver and fine jewels -

but found out very soon that I was dumbest of the fools.
For years and decades I had searched - until one day I quit.

A treasure hunter, I was not.  I sadly was unfit.

So overboard, I threw my pride...  Depressed I was, in shock.

My anchor splashed and sank in seas then held in solid rock.

I found a much more stable life - no longer lost, adrift.

T'was then my broken heart exposed that great and precious gift.

Is treasure only found in something torn and ripped apart

and buried down and deep inside - like my own broken heart?

We hope to find true happiness with our own 'treasure maps',

but tell me - are we pirates here - with selfish goals perhaps?

I hadn't found that treasure buried deep inside of me,

until I found a little 'key' that's called humility.
And now that I've discovered it, my soul is filled with glee!

And that uncovered treasure now, has made me fully free.

Don't follow those on stormy seas where you are tossed and twirled.

Accept the treasure of His love, 'for God so loved the world'.

And don't be fake, a hypocrite who doesn't care to look,

but search down deep inside your heart (the map is in His Book).

So follow trail down deep inside so you aren't left behind.

Accept the grace of Jesus then.  Great treasure you will find!

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Problems Bigger Than Mine? 8-6-15

"Whose problems are bigger than mine?" asked I,

Whose problems are bigger than mine?"

Oh, who can solve problems that cannot be solved

when the world is in such decline?

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A flood of deep emotions came

as I washed out to sea.

And drifted off, was everything

that I'll no longer see.

My business assets disappeared

behind those foamy waves.

My friends and fam'ly taken too,

my parents pushed in graves.

I clenched my fists while tears spilled out.

I swung them through thin air -

above the oceans of my tears -

for no one seemed to care.

I screamed in savage anger as

I watched those waters churn.

Depressed, I was, for all those years,

not knowing where to turn.

Who could begin to take my place

and not be temperamental?

Problems, financial and physical too,

so mentally monumental!

My life had fallen all apart.

I was a total loss,

...but then, I learned another One

was nailed to a cross!

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"Whose problems were bigger than mine?" asked I,

Whose problems were bigger than mine?"

Oh, who solved the problems that could't be solved

when the world was in such decline?

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Great Republican Debate, The 8-1-15

With crowd, ecstatic, you might think

that truth might finally win.

But no, the brag fest lingered on

in shallow, selfish din.

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The candidates deceive us all.

Pet projects, each discusses.

They came to this, the 'Great Debate'

in jets and campaign buses.

The smiles they wore were priceless, but

so sly, those hungry foxes.

And all of them were standing tall

on top of their soapboxes.

A bulging 'muscle' claimed that he

was strong enough to bring,

a welfare check to everyone -

for he was not 'right-wing'.

The 'fat' said, "I will throw my weight

around when president.

I'll bridge the budget deficit

until you're all content."

The 'hand' had interrupted then

and stated with a flair,

"I promise 'common core' will work.

You'll keep your free health care."

The 'eye' had seen the goings on

and interrupted too.

"I have a vision others don't.

You know the skies are blue..."

Then 'lung' spoke up so very loud

and said, "Economy!"

I promise you more great trade deals

if you'll just vote for me!"

The 'ear' intently listened as

the others took their turns.

"I've listened very carefully

and I have grave concerns."

The 'brain' said intellectually,

"I'll pass new welfare laws..."

then said, "Without me, you've no hope."

(He drew a large applause).

Now 'Rump' spoke up as clapping slowed,

"I have a wallet here.

I will secure the border walls.

You've nothing more to fear."

The 'nose' breathed something awful in

and sneezed out something crass.

"The dung is getting deep in here

and someone's passing gas."

The laughter carried on a spell

'til all was calm inside.

But serious, the issues are.

So many guiltless died.

A silence then, was broken when

a lowly nominee -

said, "Why are we so selfish here

and honest, cannot be?

Our rights are lost when we reject

responsibility.

Our Constitution is the law!

Where is our sanity?

"While some are selling baby parts,

perpetuating lies,

while money flows into their hands -

another baby dies.

May voters not vote selfishly

while those on stage connive.

Atrocious things are happening.

Who here is still alive?"

But he was laughed right off the stage

by old pathetic goats,

by those who memorized their quotes,

by those who bribed for votes.

The one who they laughed off the stage,

the one who they suppressed -

was honest, fair and humble too -

and truly was the best.

My poem ends with corrupt press

who once again refuse,

to give exposure to the best.

Again, from chaff, we choose.

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With crowd, ecstatic, you might think

that truth might finally win.

But no, the brag fest lingered on

in shallow, selfish din.

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Music Box, The 7-27-15

I prayed for peace,

I prayed for me,

I questioned God

to some degree.

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I loved to entertain myself

so took the small box from the shelf.

I carefully, the dust, removed

from ev'ry little, tiny groove.

Beholding it for quite awhile,

I cherished its antique-ish style.

Can this old box, this afternoon,

play once again, its pretty tune?

Familiar songs with tiny chimes

are like a poet's perfect rhymes.

I hear the clock, its 'ticks' and 'tocks',

then slowly open music box.

It's been some years since it has played,

but soon a simple sound it made.

Through tears of joy and tears of love,

it's grandma now I'm thinking of.

Though she won't sing here anymore,

her music plays as years before.

Her praises in harmonic chord

lift ever higher to the Lord.

The heavens call, emotions float,

on each and ev'ry fragile note.

But decades passed... so many years.

She's often lost among my tears.

Though mem'ry dim, I can recall -

her Godly ways, her life and all.

Her music box is all I've got -

and like my Lord, it changes not.

He doesn't change.  He never fails -

despite my storms, despite His nails.

In tune with peace and love for me,

God answers prayers so faithfully.

Before I place it back on shelf,

committed, I will humble self.

So blessed I am,  I praise His name.

My life will never be the same.

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As in the past,

God answers right.

I close the lid...

and hold it tight.

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This Wide World 7-23-15

Is this wide world a better place,

or have I made it worse?

Is my life something God can bless -

or is it just a curse?

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Frustrated, I so often am

when I help those in need -

because when they have turned on me -

I'm hurt, so much, indeed.

Frustrated, I so often am

when I see thieves succeed -

and politicians turn blind eye.

I'm hurt, so much, indeed.

Frustrated, I so often am

when I see Christian seed -

'hawking' books or their CDs..

I'm hurt, so much, indeed.

Frustrated, I so often am

when I see drugs and 'weed' -

killing off our naive youth.

I'm hurt, so much, indeed.

Frustrated, I so often am

when enemies are freed -

only to come kill again.

I'm hurt, so much, indeed.

Frustrated, I so often am

when no one cares to lead -

like Moses, the great prophet did.

I'm hurt, so much, indeed.

No, everyone just seems to roam

where profits feed their greed -

instead to where downtrodden are.

I'm hurt, so much, indeed.

Who sacrificed Himself for this!?

Did our Lord have to bleed?

I pray today we're one with Christ.

I'm hurt, so much, indeed.

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Is this wide world a better place,

or have I made it worse?

Is my life something God can bless -

or is it just a curse?

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Without A Single Fear 7-12-15

While resting in a field of grass,

I pray, "Almighty God,

The breezes blow in constant waves.

I find it somewhat odd -

I find it odd that grasses bend

and give in to the breeze.

I find it odd that they don't fight,

Are they the least of these?"

God's answer was immediate

as I searched deep inside.

Did I move with the breezes too?

Did I have faults to hide?

Did breezes blow me to and fro?

Did I bend as the field?

Do sins of old and sins anew

keep me from being healed?

Determined then to live correct

in world that isn't 'just' -

I must live life as Jesus did.

Forgiveness is a must.

Oh, there's no doubt that I was wronged

and plagues will follow me,

but faithfully I'll follow Him

and live life reverently.

With elbow on soft, velvet grass

and hand against my ear,

while resting on the greenest slope,

my wishes disappear.

Earth passes now, or so it seems,

as I am resting here,

without concern or troubled angst,

without a single fear.

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