Moments Lost Not Long Ago

Here is a poem from a couple weeks back. In it I try to capture the brevity of life and the simplicity of moments

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My God My King 

His love holds the down trodden and His ways lead you through stormy seas.   He is my God and King In Him I rest my weary soul   When times are good and you walk the sunny shores or stretch toward star filled skies.   He is my God and King In Him I … Continue reading

Silent Murmurings of a Lost Child

How does life fly by so fast? By the time, we begin living it’s the end and we missed so much joy in-between. Seems like yesterday I was in dad’s old ford truck headed to school or riding go-carts without a care. To be held close one more time or hear my home place filled with … Continue reading

Here is new poem I wrote yesterday. Let me know what you think. Thanks in advance for your feedback

Here is a short story written in prose.

Emotion In Color

Shadows of gray Leaves of brown Cold silver arches bending to the ground Concrete edges Blend with a winter sky Where do we go How must we fly This day ends Another begins This place we call home All too soon will die FSE 3/16/2017

Here is a new poem from today. I am addressing our attempts to hide real life behind a false face. Reminiscent to what was used in Greek theater Fools Gold In the morning light of this new day We wrestle with days of long ago Struggling behind empty facades  Laced with lies and fools gold … Continue reading

I Am Yours

Below is a new poem written today. It came out of a conversation from my 4 year old granddaughter last week. I was driving her to school one morning when she said ” look at those dead leaves on the tree” and then asked ” why are they there”. I told her the wind had … Continue reading

Tears I Cry

Tears I Cry Wonder what I’ll be when I grow old How will I look the day after I die Momma can I go I’m such a fool My cross bleeds Tears I cry Memories lay hold of me And awake in the night I cry How can I be so bold While inwardly I … Continue reading

Here is a new poem that I wrote this morning. Its roots are in today’s society and the value being placed upon us by the news media and politicians. With the racial, social, and economic divides shoved upon us, I attempted to tell a story where each stanza builds together, ultimately reminding us we are His and have a divine purpose. Politicians tell us we need them and we don’t. Each race see themselves as disparaged, they are not. We ourselves, as individual, feel lost and small, we are not. Ultimately we are what this says, if we choose to be. Otherwise, we remain the first stanza forever. It can be read all together (start to finish) or by the lines in each corresponding stanza. (see below) There once was a little man When he grew up he was not little This chosen man realized Etc. There once was a little man Living in a little town He had mistakenly look through wrong lens Etc. Enjoy the read….

Little Man   There once was a little man Living in a little town On the small side of life Captive to a small dream   When he grew up he was not little He had mistakenly looked through wrong lens He had mistakenly valued himself He had mistakenly valued his future   This chosen … Continue reading