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jason-cheney
jason-cheney
52/M/Chubbuck, Idaho Western true and blue, but somehow a poet too. Following in the footsteps of my grandparents.
Isn't it funny how throughout life we run, run, run Till life and sickness get us so run down Forever thinking that we would always be invincible And nothing could slow us down, now how laughable Half a century old….and I'm still aging With each passing year, the days are accelerating Now my body grunts and groans Because of my rickety old bones Just to do those once easy to do tasks Now I don't take any unnecessary risks As I look in the mirror, no matter the angles There's no covering up all these unsightly wrinkles I can see both the past and the future Knowing that there's not much I can alter But wait for a gosh dang - bloom'n moment I now have an untreatable ailment I ask everyone, What was I doing a moment ago? My mind swirls dropping cells like unneeded mementos Life has a way of forgetting about Me Heavens to Betsy, since when can't I see? I fumble for my fashionable, old person bifocal glasses Just to find out, now I can't fit into my old, sportier britches So out come them ugly, stretchy suspenders That bring back some horrible reminders Of laughing at my dearly, beloved great grandfather And now, I'm the brunt of each round of laughter Since when did this pop belly appear in my midriff? All of these maladies, make me reach for my handkerchief I suddenly realize, that no longer can I run It's something that I now know can't be done Nope, no more races against all them young bucks Hecks bells, now I'll have to get rid of all my spandex I tell everyone I have to go home, because I have a headache But it's really because, it's too cold outside and my knees do quake Now that I'm home, I put my plastic dentures to soak Then I take my medicine against heart disease and stroke This life's race against time can never be won But while it lasted, gosh, it sure was fun So, hum, now I've wandered off in this sticky, smelly, old nursing home As I scratch my bald head, let's see if I can remember how to get back to my room Written by: Jason Cheney March 25, 2023
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Mar 25, 2023
Mar 25, 2023 at 12:31 PM UTC
Life Goes Screaming By
Isn't it funny how throughout life we run, run, run Till life and sickness get us so run down Forever thinking that we would always be invincible And nothing could slow us down, now how laughable Half a century old….and I'm still aging With each passing year, the days are accelerating Now my body grunts and groans Because of my rickety old bones Just to do those once easy to do tasks Now I don't take any unnecessary risks As I look in the mirror, no matter the angles There's no covering up all these unsightly wrinkles I can see both the past and the future Knowing that there's not much I can alter But wait for a gosh dang - bloom'n moment I now have an untreatable ailment I ask everyone, What was I doing a moment ago? My mind swirls dropping cells like unneeded mementos Life has a way of forgetting about Me Heavens to Betsy, since when can't I see? I fumble for my fashionable, old person bifocal glasses Just to find out, now I can't fit into my old, sportier britches So out come them ugly, stretchy suspenders That bring back some horrible reminders Of laughing at my dearly, beloved great grandfather And now, I'm the brunt of each round of laughter Since when did this pop belly appear in my midriff? All of these maladies, make me reach for my handkerchief I suddenly realize, that no longer can I run It's something that I now know can't be done Nope, no more races against all them young bucks Hecks bells, now I'll have to get rid of all my spandex I tell everyone I have to go home, because I have a headache But it's really because, it's too cold outside and my knees do quake Now that I'm home, I put my plastic dentures to soak Then I take my medicine against heart disease and stroke This life's race against time can never be won But while it lasted, gosh, it sure was fun So, hum, now I've wandered off in this sticky, smelly, old nursing home As I scratch my bald head, let's see if I can remember how to get back to my room Written by: Jason Cheney March 25, 2023
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Upon entering our home's front door I smell a smell so intensely pure As if upon command, my mouth begins to water My feet towards the kitchen do not hesitate nor falter I find a loaf of sweet, delicious, homemade bread This incredible smell goes instantly to my head Longing to add the taste of sweet honey butter To my slice of bread lavishly, it, do I smother The hot release of steam as I cut into the loaf Truthfully, bread is best right out of the stove My strong frame melts just like the butter Oh yes, this piece was just an appetizer My stomach growls for the next hot, dreamy slice My desire to savor another delicate portion does increase As I reach for the breadknife, I remember to say thank you and please It is said that people can smell Mother's bread upon their deathbed Yes, that heavenly taste and smell of freshly baked bread Thus today, I will savor each and every tender bite Sinking my teeth into that tender morsel, to my heart's delight Written by: Jason Cheney February 2023
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Mar 11, 2023
Mar 11, 2023 at 9:33 AM UTC
The Smell of Homemade Bread
Sixty-four years before the coming of the Lord When a war between two nations was declared The Anti Nephi Lehites were readying to take up their arms When Ammon asked that they would just send more food, from their farms But two thousand sixty young men of yesteryear Whose parents, a covenant of peace, had swore Began the long march to fight a war Down near the western seashore They vowed to follow the prophet, Helaman What a sight it must of been to see this caravan Though they were so very young Perhaps only sixteen when this war had begun They were obedient to every command For their Mothers had taught them to understand That if they were diligent, God would never forsake nor leave them alone With cheerful hearts, we read that each one was able to go back home They knew that their parents and families depended upon them Fighting for God, liberty, religion, and families was their mighty emblem Therefore, they fought with the might of dragons And thus, God did protect them, each and every single one Though bloodied and hurt They never did cease to fight Often standing alone against the foe Their courage and valor, to everyone did they show Defeating mighty men and soldiers They stood their ground as warriors Often fighting foes on every side And even if they had wanted, there was no place to hide Often suffering from lack of food When it was time to fight, upon their feet they stood Fighting in God's battalion are they now found The cries of these two thousand sixty young men, will forever resound Written by: Jason Cheney October 2022
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Nov 12, 2022
Nov 12, 2022 at 8:33 AM UTC
The Sons of Helaman
Sixty-four years before the coming of the Lord When a war between two nations was declared The Anti Nephi Lehites were readying to take up their arms When Ammon asked that they would just send more food, from their farms But two thousand sixty young men of yesteryear Whose parents, a covenant of peace, had swore Began the long march to fight a war Down near the western seashore They vowed to follow the prophet, Helaman What a sight it must of been to see this caravan Though they were so very young Perhaps only sixteen when this war had begun They were obedient to every command For their Mothers had taught them to understand That if they were diligent, God would never forsake nor leave them alone With cheerful hearts, we read that each one was able to go back home They knew that their parents and families depended upon them Fighting for God, liberty, religion, and families was their mighty emblem Therefore, they fought with the might of dragons And thus, God did protect them, each and every single one Though bloodied and hurt They never did cease to fight Often standing alone against the foe Their courage and valor, to everyone did they show Defeating mighty men and soldiers They stood their ground as warriors Often fighting foes on every side And even if they had wanted, there was no place to hide Often suffering from lack of food When it was time to fight, upon their feet they stood Fighting in God's battalion are they now found The cries of these two thousand sixty young men, will forever resound Written by: Jason Cheney October 2022
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Moroni, Teancum, and Lehi What manner of men were these three? I'd love to tell you a little bit concerning them If you'll give me a brief moment of your time Moroni became Chief Captain when he was only twenty five His lifelong desire was to preserve his people and soldier's lives He knew his duty was to serve them and his God His feet were firmly planted in the gospel sod Moroni hoisted the Title of Liberty high upon the towers From this, his duty, he would never shrink nor cower And if all men could or would be like unto him Christ's joy for all mankind would have been filled to the brim He did not delight in shedding another's blood But to God, his military successes, he always attributed He was a man that depended on ingenuity and revelation Between Moroni and Lehi, there was much love and admiration Lehi was also a man of God By Moroni's side, he always stood He was a fearsome warrior Like no other His life was spent in the service of Nephite mothers and fathers He constantly defended their liberty from Lamanite warriors He was second only to Moroni His confidence, upon God's grace, did lie He most definitely was a humble man Yet he fought with the might of a lion He had to of felt an amazing amount of grief At the extent of destruction and loss of human life He stood shoulder to shoulder with all the rest His presence put fear into the Lamanite host I'm sure that from dawn until dusk, he did labor To strengthen the fortifications against any attacker Teancum, a ferocious and God-fearing soldier Was also a very knowledgeable leader It is said that his men were stronger And more skilled in the art of war, than any other His men had all been carefully trained And thus the Lord, them, He sustained He was Moroni's strong, left side Over a part of the Nephite army he did preside Teancum, to his people's rescue would go His undying love for freedom truly did show For when all seemed hopeless and lost He and his men would fight valiantly no matter the cost Into King Ammoran's camp one night he did go His anger and hatred for this man did overflow His javelin did hit the mark But not before King Ammoran let out a death rattling bark As Moroni and Lehi anxiously awaited Teancum's return The sounds of swords in the night could they discern Then the sound of silence met their ears To their eyes leapt hot, understanding tears Though in the end, his life, this war did take His actions and decisions were never a mistake For his name shall shine forever throughout history Not like many another whose names are just a memory Often these three men met on the battlefield Never an inch of Nephite land did they ever yield Worthy to be called brothers-in-arms, were these three They lived and died as warriors, with only one desire, their people's liberty Written by: Jason Cheney October 23, 2022
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Nov 12, 2022
Nov 12, 2022 at 8:23 AM UTC
Warriors, Men of God
Moroni, Teancum, and Lehi What manner of men were these three? I'd love to tell you a little bit concerning them If you'll give me a brief moment of your time Moroni became Chief Captain when he was only twenty five His lifelong desire was to preserve his people and soldier's lives He knew his duty was to serve them and his God His feet were firmly planted in the gospel sod Moroni hoisted the Title of Liberty high upon the towers From this, his duty, he would never shrink nor cower And if all men could or would be like unto him Christ's joy for all mankind would have been filled to the brim He did not delight in shedding another's blood But to God, his military successes, he always attributed He was a man that depended on ingenuity and revelation Between Moroni and Lehi, there was much love and admiration Lehi was also a man of God By Moroni's side, he always stood He was a fearsome warrior Like no other His life was spent in the service of Nephite mothers and fathers He constantly defended their liberty from Lamanite warriors He was second only to Moroni His confidence, upon God's grace, did lie He most definitely was a humble man Yet he fought with the might of a lion He had to of felt an amazing amount of grief At the extent of destruction and loss of human life He stood shoulder to shoulder with all the rest His presence put fear into the Lamanite host I'm sure that from dawn until dusk, he did labor To strengthen the fortifications against any attacker Teancum, a ferocious and God-fearing soldier Was also a very knowledgeable leader It is said that his men were stronger And more skilled in the art of war, than any other His men had all been carefully trained And thus the Lord, them, He sustained He was Moroni's strong, left side Over a part of the Nephite army he did preside Teancum, to his people's rescue would go His undying love for freedom truly did show For when all seemed hopeless and lost He and his men would fight valiantly no matter the cost Into King Ammoran's camp one night he did go His anger and hatred for this man did overflow His javelin did hit the mark But not before King Ammoran let out a death rattling bark As Moroni and Lehi anxiously awaited Teancum's return The sounds of swords in the night could they discern Then the sound of silence met their ears To their eyes leapt hot, understanding tears Though in the end, his life, this war did take His actions and decisions were never a mistake For his name shall shine forever throughout history Not like many another whose names are just a memory Often these three men met on the battlefield Never an inch of Nephite land did they ever yield Worthy to be called brothers-in-arms, were these three They lived and died as warriors, with only one desire, their people's liberty Written by: Jason Cheney October 23, 2022
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How majestically flies the eagle While upon life's billowing currents he is found The air beneath his wings doth swiftly flow The beauty of the beating of each wing Deafening is the piercing whistle that stills my heart A shrill cry that echoes down from the highest crags My soul's unfiltered answer in reply To be lifted up within the endless boundaries of the sky For it too wishes to soar and fly Independent from all creatures here on Earth Stretching for the freedom to reach upward towards Heaven To rise with the sun and meet each day with such power What a blessing it is to know That our immortal spirits may fly so high This poignant cry ripped from our very lungs Thanking God for this magestic sight Overlooking the Earth below And knowing that with the eagles, I too can fly Written by: Jason Cheney July 2022
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Nov 12, 2022
Nov 12, 2022 at 7:57 AM UTC
Soaring
I feel the raindrops as they hit my head The cool refreshing spirit that I do not dread By the master's gentle touch each raindrop helps me shed All my troubles and fears And those hot, salty tears For each raindrop shows me that He truly cares Written by: Jason Cheney May 2018/October 2022
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Oct 1, 2022
Oct 1, 2022 at 9:46 AM UTC
Raindrops
El olor de tu cabello La fragancia de tu perfume Me eres inocente Floreciste poco a poco delante de mi ojo. El calor del cuerpo humano Escondido bajo las cobijas Ayyy, tu hermoso rostro Me envuelves en tus caricias. Las estrellas dan brillo como los diamantes Tus ojos tan encantadoras Me enamoran tus gestos tan finas Tus fotos tan lindas Son tan edificantes. Por Jason Cheney 4/7/19
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Sep 30, 2022
Sep 30, 2022 at 1:29 AM UTC
Poema de Amor
There are many times That I awaken to those familiar chimes Of sleighbells jingling on Santa's sleigh Though they still be far away Blessed am I for believing in old Saint Nick For without Him, I'd be up a crick Candy canes and presents for all Tons of food with its intoxicating smell Laughter ringing throughout the house Everyone is awake, yes even the mouse Today we're definitely celebrating this magical day For peace on Earth, each one of us pray Santa's once more come and gone Hastily leaving before the breaking of dawn Good will towards each other do we feel Which love, our hearts, doth it truly heal Written by: Jason Cheney August 8, 2022
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Sep 30, 2022
Sep 30, 2022 at 1:25 AM UTC
Christmas Delight
There is a book of scripture that talks to each of us With profound prophecies that speak about our worthiness Lehi's dream was to guide us along the straight and narrow path Young Nephi followed the whisperings of the Spirit while in his youth Jacob said that if we prune, dung, and care for the tree We can make it back safely to Thee Though we may be a branch grafted onto that old trunk Good fruit from us will the Master pluck Enos, though he went out one day a-hunting Received a remission of his sins by earnestly praying After reading these pages, the Lamanite descendants would gain a knowledge of Christ Looking forward with renewed hope, by the Holy Ghost, they'd be so enticed Long live King Benjamin My goodness, what a man His son, Mosiah, was a prophet and seer Who had four sons that caused an angel to appear These four men taught the Lamanites with such great power Insomuch so, that the Holy Spirit their physical bodies did overpower Two thousand sixty sons did take up their swords To defend their people from the wicked Lamanite hordes Alma the Senior at first was a wicked high priest Though upon hearing Abinadi speak, his wicked ways immediately ceased Baptizing his people in the waters of Mormon He started many people on the path towards salvation Alma the Younger, was also a wicked and idolatrous person For which, he suffered for three days and nights till his sins were forgiven Thereafter, his greatest desire was to have the voice of an angel Amulek and Zeezrom, were amongst those who heeded Alma's call Nephi and Lehi, though prisoners, stood within a circle of fire They wanted all to know about God, this was their desire The soldiers listened and became believers They soon became God's spiritual ambassadors Nephi kneeled upon his garden tower While beneath him wicked Nephites did gather He foresaw the workings of the secret band of Kishkumen That they would bring about the end of this great nation Samuel the Lamanite, upon the walls of Zarahemla did preach That Christ would come down to earth and, us, He would teach Thirty four years after His birth, He did appear To these, His other sheep, His voice did they hear To become witnesses, His wounds did they feel Throughout the land,  all people, these witnesses did tell Salvation could be had if at Christ's feet they would kneel Then their wounds would He carefully heal Almost three hundred years would pass away in peace Till Mormon saw that the people's faith did decrease A commandment to make a compilation of sacred records And write about this nation's wickedness as it spiraled downwards A final farewell to his people did Mormon give Hoping that his son, Moroni, this war would outlive Before everyone was killed there upon Cumora's green hill All prophecies up till then were entirely fulfilled Moroni, a final challenge to all Unto us has he issued this call If we will but read and pray with real intent Our lives will this book compliment The Book of Mormon has special meaning to me But, its teachings are meant for all, you see Of prophets, seers, and revelators who lived here so long ago The truth, by way of the Holy Ghost, upon us will he bestow So it's quite simple for you and me If we but follow Moroni's steps to see If this book testifies that Christ died upon that lonely tree Then true followers of Christ will each of us be Written by: Jason Cheney September 12, 2022
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Sep 29, 2022
Sep 29, 2022 at 1:47 AM UTC
The Book of Mormon
There is a book of scripture that talks to each of us With profound prophecies that speak about our worthiness Lehi's dream was to guide us along the straight and narrow path Young Nephi followed the whisperings of the Spirit while in his youth Jacob said that if we prune, dung, and care for the tree We can make it back safely to Thee Though we may be a branch grafted onto that old trunk Good fruit from us will the Master pluck Enos, though he went out one day a-hunting Received a remission of his sins by earnestly praying After reading these pages, the Lamanite descendants would gain a knowledge of Christ Looking forward with renewed hope, by the Holy Ghost, they'd be so enticed Long live King Benjamin My goodness, what a man His son, Mosiah, was a prophet and seer Who had four sons that caused an angel to appear These four men taught the Lamanites with such great power Insomuch so, that the Holy Spirit their physical bodies did overpower Two thousand sixty sons did take up their swords To defend their people from the wicked Lamanite hordes Alma the Senior at first was a wicked high priest Though upon hearing Abinadi speak, his wicked ways immediately ceased Baptizing his people in the waters of Mormon He started many people on the path towards salvation Alma the Younger, was also a wicked and idolatrous person For which, he suffered for three days and nights till his sins were forgiven Thereafter, his greatest desire was to have the voice of an angel Amulek and Zeezrom, were amongst those who heeded Alma's call Nephi and Lehi, though prisoners, stood within a circle of fire They wanted all to know about God, this was their desire The soldiers listened and became believers They soon became God's spiritual ambassadors Nephi kneeled upon his garden tower While beneath him wicked Nephites did gather He foresaw the workings of the secret band of Kishkumen That they would bring about the end of this great nation Samuel the Lamanite, upon the walls of Zarahemla did preach That Christ would come down to earth and, us, He would teach Thirty four years after His birth, He did appear To these, His other sheep, His voice did they hear To become witnesses, His wounds did they feel Throughout the land,  all people, these witnesses did tell Salvation could be had if at Christ's feet they would kneel Then their wounds would He carefully heal Almost three hundred years would pass away in peace Till Mormon saw that the people's faith did decrease A commandment to make a compilation of sacred records And write about this nation's wickedness as it spiraled downwards A final farewell to his people did Mormon give Hoping that his son, Moroni, this war would outlive Before everyone was killed there upon Cumora's green hill All prophecies up till then were entirely fulfilled Moroni, a final challenge to all Unto us has he issued this call If we will but read and pray with real intent Our lives will this book compliment The Book of Mormon has special meaning to me But, its teachings are meant for all, you see Of prophets, seers, and revelators who lived here so long ago The truth, by way of the Holy Ghost, upon us will he bestow So it's quite simple for you and me If we but follow Moroni's steps to see If this book testifies that Christ died upon that lonely tree Then true followers of Christ will each of us be Written by: Jason Cheney September 12, 2022
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Adiós Que Dios esté con vos Ninguna vez te he hecho imaginar Que aquí me iba a quedar Añoro mis días de estar a tú lado Pero mi vista se ve muy nublado Veo el mundo en todo su esplendor Ojalá que algun día, llegaré a ser un ganador La competencia para ganar un dólar Me causa un gran dolor Judas vendió su alma al dar un beso Solo para ganar unos tristes pesos Tantas veces he tratado escapar Esta prisión que me ha atrapado con todo vigor Cansado y sin defensas Mi cuerpo ya no tiene las fuerzas Para continuar en este conflicto Contra gerentes que son tan mensos Gente que sigue en su estupidez Y el mundo cayendo en iniqidad con rapidez Hay que aguantár las pruebas de esta vida Cada día, de Dios, le pedimos su ayuda en esta lucha Prestamos atención a las leyes de Dios con diligencia Y siempre teniendo nuestras metas en la vista Lástima que esta vida pasé tan veloz Si lo único que quiero es estar con mis amigos El último día de este jornada tendré que deciros Gracias y Adiós Escrito por: Jason Cheney Agosto 26, 2022
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Aug 27, 2022
Aug 27, 2022 at 1:43 AM UTC
Adiós