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What the average Pastor does to his/her church members.

The Blessing was laid before you.
Yet you were too blinded by your own magnificence
to see the light at your very feet. 
 
You felt your knowledge was beyond
mere mortals.
Your high learning
only brought before your brain
a blindness of thought.
 
The Sender of the Blessing
lowered His head in shame of you.
Your ultimate goal of life
was to carry His name
with a great pride.
 
Now you carry a deep shame.
As each week passes
the absence of the blessing
becomes more clear to others.
 
Fingers are pointed to your back
whispers made in a hush
as you pass. 
 
The sins of your ignorance
has now become clear to others.
Let it be known
that I forgive you
as I forgive the dog
which mistakenly pisses
on my leg.
 
I forgive you
as I forgive the ant
that bits my hand.
 
By your own ignorance
you have brought us a great blessing.
In spite of your own hurtful
and ungodly nature toward me.
 
The love of my life,
has only grown more stronger.
In the loving bond we carry
in the face of the stupidity
that you so well displayed.
 
We now will be the greater guardians
in the future
of the many blessings
that have been given to us.
  
Be assured in the future
that these blessings
will never be yours again.
 
Quote by John J. RIgo, Texas’ Commentator and Poet:  “The Worse of Religious Hypocrites, can be found in Pastors, within their own churches.”
 
 

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Courtesy of Agung888To take what we have for granted
is a human thing.
Only when it is gone
do we finally come to realize
how important little things are in our life
.
Death can be so final.
No longer is there a chance to do things better.
We now have the chance to live life in a greater
and more wonderful way.
 
How blessed you and I are
in this point in our lives.
We have finally found the best things about
our life together is about the most simple of things.
 
Moments like touching each other for no reason at all
in the quiet of our time together.
Warmly remembered times
like the kiss
when not expected.
Also the “I love you”
when not expected
 
It is not grand that we have this chance
to be together.
A chance to share what is really is important
the sharing of just being together and most importantly
knowing that everything is as it should be
in our life together.
 
We were meant to be with each other and
that is a good thing.
Most wonderfully
within the beauty of this life
that our sharing of this life
is in God’s plan for us.
 
 

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Age seventeen, top row, third from left.

 
What time never erases
is memories of a first love.
A sweetness of innocence never regained again.
 
It was a brief five minutes that our eyes met that summer day.
I a young man with the blue uniform of a brand new Air Force Recruit.
Tall strong and youthful at seventeen
still in the midst of basic training at an Air Force Base.
 
You at sixteen with a beauty that was clear and eternal of the moment.
My bus was leaving,
the connection of our eyes was unmistakenable.
In just minutes we swore a forever love between us.
 
Truly that moment was a magic
that will never be again.
Two parts of a universe
meeting in a most unlikely place.
 
It has been fifty-one years since that meeting.
Still I remember you from time to time
in such vivid detail.
 
I wish you Love in the journey you took beyond
the days of our permanent separation
five years latter.
 
Was I then a vessel of a lost ship
for a very long time.
The haunting of a First Love
never leaves Love’s Way.
 

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If I must go
and you will stay.
If it be
but a little while.
 
I take with me
the feel of your lips
upon mine.
 
The smell of your hair.
The gentle sound of your breathe.
The yearning press of your body
against mine.
 
Hold the belief
my dear one
that this earth
will fall away.
 
In so doing
will eternity
be our forever
home.  

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If I could create the perfect poem
my poem would remove sorrow from the world.
It would bring smiles where there were tears.
Mend broken hearts and return love again.
 
The perfect poem 
would replace all loneliness
with the Joy of God’s Love.
Friends would never be lost again
but be eternal in their friendships with us.
 
Each day would start with the songs of birds.
Each night would end with the sighs of night.
Every soul would find God
and never again be separated from His Love.
 
Every kiss would be with true love
and never of betrayal.
The Devil would be finally destroyed by God.
We would all reign in Paradise in the mist of joy
……………………..forever.
 
 
 

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One day

We will walk the path of light.

Unsure if our Lord will be pleased with us.

 

Will we be met with an embrace of Love

or will we see disappointment in the Face of our Saviour?

 

Least we forget the gifts of our Lord.

Will we be judged

on how we shared His gifts?

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Is not passion
part of being human
part of the eternal of all of us?
 
Burn on
those ancient memories of love
never lost
but remembered
in the heat of the mind
felt in the heart
living in the soul.
 
Let me live
knowing that once
or many times
was I truly loved.
Beyond all of this
to where there is a place
special to only us.
 
A place that my hand never feels alone.
My breast never aches for your touch.
My loins never feel the cold of night.
 
In that love that binds us
forever held in each other’s arms.
Through this time
forever in our one love
beyond end
forever to be always
you and me.

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Sometimes it pays to look back on our lives.
In so doing
we can then take time
to count our blessings.
 
Today after a run to our local post office
I decided to detour to my old home within
a few miles of my completed task.
 
The house is now an old frame
which was terribly run down.
It was built in the early 1900’s.
 
I remember the day well
moving into that house
that I freshly painted
as a newly married young man
of twenty-eight.
  
With my new bride came three step-children
ages six, eight and going on ten; two boys and a girl.
I had no previous experience as a Father.
 
My new wife was a secretary for a local construction company.
I had just started as a salesman  for a local Ford dealership in town.
My average paycheck in 1970 was under four hundred a month.
 
The house was just off College street in McKinney, Texas.
We financed $6,5oo on the purchase of that home.
Five people in a three small bedroom room home
with the grand total
of one bathroom.
 
Since those days and our divorce almost fourteen years latter
shortly after the graduation of my step-daughter from Baylor College
with a Master’s degree in Music
much water has passed
under that olde’ bridge.
 
Today, that step-daughter is dead
killed by a hit and run driver.
The oldest boy I never did hear from again
after his graduation from North Texas.
 
I recently came across his picture on the net.
It seemed from the picture he had lost most of his good looks.
Age 50 is now facing him after living a loser’s life. 
Rumor has it that his wife divorced him
within a few years of their marriage.
 
As to the youngest one
who today should be in his mid forties
perhaps is currently in Huntsville prison.
He is gay and is kept from other prisoners
seems he is HIV positive.
 
Today as a senior
I now look at my bride of almost twenty years
grow more beautiful in my eyes each day.
 
I count each day
the many blessings that have come to me
since those days
almost forty years ago.
 
I am reminded today
in a bill that came in the mail today
a monthly bill to keep the lawn
at my second home on the lake
is more than the commissions I drew
as a car salesman back in those days.
 
God is great.
My blessings are beyond every dream 
I have ever held.
 
Thank you Lord
for this day
and the life you have rendered me
A life that came to me
after I finally gave my life to you
almost thirty years ago.  
 

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My mind still does not accept they are gone from this world.
I find myself many a time reaching for a phone
to call them.
 
It is a select group
these souls that were a part of my life.
Some are friends
that cannot ever be replaced
in the deep meaning of their unselfish love of me.
 
Others were my parents
who I never really knew as people.
There was the apple of my eye,
my step-daughter of many years.
Truly the only daughter
I ever knew in my life.
 
There were others
that I would have liked to have known better
they are now gone
without any notice from my life.
 
At times I find them in my thoughts
mind speaking with them about different things
reaching and seeking unresponsive council  from now
an unfamilar place in my heart.
 
I know they are not really gone
they are just in a different place than me
a place that beckons me as my own death comes closer each day.
 
You see I never have gotten comfortable with Death.
So my dear friends
my dearest of loved ones
make a place for me.
 
A place where again
we can laugh and love
and talk about
all that is around us
each day of the eternity before us.
 

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It was a simple glass bottle,
that gave me a gift of song,
that day.
It was a beautiful sunny day,
on the waterfront side of my home.
With a fresh cold, iced beer,
I sat on the back porch.
The breeze was beautiful as diamonds of light,
sparkled off the water before me.
A curious thing happened as I slowly drank that beer.
The outside wind played through the empty part of the bottle. 
A song, like no other, played through the glass.
It was a haunting song of eons,
from another time.
As I drank more liquor from the bottle,
the song changed in pitch to a sweeter song.
It came to me at that moment,
that God’s gifts to us are never ending.
In prayer,
I gave thanks to God,
for His gifts to me,
that day,
and the song of the bottle.
 
 
 

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