Twice they cried.
As they stood and said I do.
They cried together for the first time.
They cried in joy as they wed.
To be together as long as they live.
They cried for the second time.
I do know.
As they lay in bed
One ready to die,one ready to live.
They cried as one left this world.
Twice they cried but not sadden
For they know they will be together again.

Mrs.Day Flowers
The table looked no better than when mrs day puts flowers on it.
Each flower shined in the sun light.
Red,blue white and, pink made the light glow.
Every day a bright look of flowers.
Now that Mrs Day has gone the table looks so dim.
No flowers there. Someone takes them to her grave>
Now they glow in the sun light just below her name.
Giving her a smile as each one glows.
Her angels wear a flower in their hair.
Setting the light so bright In her place in heaven.
Mrs Day's flowers are sure missed, but they grow with her love even up above.

The walking moon
Two lovers join hands in the early evening to go walking.
They walked a round the pond that was still.
You could look at the moon start to shine.
As the walk they kiss one time And looked to the sky
The moon was bright and cloud blew by
And it looked as if the moon had winked.
As they walked along they said to each other
This is our walking moon.

Who Are these killers? They are, ***  that want to get their joy off by killing others. 1 second of fame can claim one life. Is it really worth the money time and greatness to give them their wishes? 1 sec one life 1 life is priceless when you can see that life grow. They say time will heal. But nothing can heal the feeling of hugs and kisses missing from the lost. You shall not forget the lost. But you also will never forget the horror of what causes a lost. We have sport stars. Movie actors,they should get the fame. Not the killers! 6 secs 6 lives may the heavens cry for what has happened here on earth. 6 young angels sending kisses to all of us from above.

What if I
What if I stood on my head like a clown?
What if I barked like a puppy dog?
What if I follow you home? >
What if I held my heart and just smiled at you?
What if I bought you a dozen roses?
What if I said, " I love you"?
What if I gave you a ring?
Would you say I love you too?

I walk  not alone
I walk not alone. But with many of my brothers and sisters. I watch them fall. Knowing I maybe next. I carry my head high knowing what I doing was making my nation proud.
I stand up for freedom in the world. So I can see little children grow. This land that I serve has been free for over 200 years. Many before me gave their life. Now it's mine to do the same. As the bombs drop, I see  out in the distance a flag. It has many stars and red and white stripes ripped but not fallen. I just think about only one thing this flag is mine and I helped keep it flying. So not only we serve a nation. We serve those that have died before us. So God blesses America And my brothers and sisters.

The two of you
It hard to say good to the two of you.
I think of each time I have a glass of milk.
Time we shared over each glass was a great time for me.
I'll miss you both as we part.
I'll only cry when the milk is gone.
So bye for now my two friends
Till the next time I have cookies.

It calls your name.
You are set by the widow still so quiet.
Listing to the wind blow as it hits the window.
You hear the sound so humble against the pane
As the wind calls your name.
As you sit on the pouch
The chimes do blow.
They play the music of your name
Recalls your name as it blows
Saying Some day you will hear
Good calls your name.

I walk through the valley of  death.
Not knowing which way it will be.
I carry only my rifle to protect me.
Knowing death my come from  him.
I live to server those that i protect.
Like so many have before me.
I love my job and my country.
I'm an American soldier.
So I walk through the valley of death only for you.

I can't sleep at night.
I can't sleep at night and I don't know why.
Toss and turn the whole night but just can't sleep at night.
I close my eyes I don't know why.  I can't sleep at night.
Can't count sheep they make me want to eat.
But I can't sleep at night.
I close the blind to keep out the moon. Because I know, it's not noon.
I can't sleep at night. Do you know why?  
Could it be I didn't turn the lights out!

Twas' 11 days before Christmas, around 9:38
when 20 beautiful children stormed through heaven's gate.
Their smiles were contagious, their laughter filled the air.
They could hardly believe all the beauty they saw there.
They were filled with such joy, they didn't know what to say.

They remembered nothing of what had happened earlier that day.
"Where are we?" asked a little girl, as quiet as a mouse.
"This is heaven." declared a small boy. "We're spending Christmas at God's house."
When what to their wondering eyes did appear,
but Jesus, their savior, the children gathered near.
He looked at them and smiled, and they smiled just the same.
Then He opened His arms and He called them by name.
And in that moment was joy, that only heaven can bring,
those children all flew into the arms of their King.
And as they lingered in the warmth of His embrace,
one small girl turned and looked at Jesus' face.
And as if He could read all the questions she had
He gently whispered to her, "I'll take care of mom and dad."
Then He looked down on earth, the world far below.
He saw all of the hurt, the sorrow, and woe.
Then He closed His eyes and He outstretched His hand,
"let my power and presence re-enter this land!"
"May this country be delivered from the hands of fools."
"I'm taking back my nation. I'm taking back my schools!"
Then He and the children stood up without a sound.
"Come now my children, let me show you around."
Excitement filled the space, some skipped and some ran.
All displaying enthusiasm that only a small child can.
And I heard Him proclaim as He walked out of sight,
"in the midst of this darkness, I AM STILL THE LIGHT

Return of Christmas past
I love Christmas as a holiday
I like the houses all in lights as they glow.
I like the white snow as it falls on the trees.
I like when people say "Merry Christmas" with a smile.
I like making cookies for old Santa
I love the thought of all the gifts that are under the tree.
I love the sound of people singing those old Christmas songs.
I love Christmas. When is it going to return from the past?

Walking the river.
As I walk the river banks
The water seems to flow as if it was following me.
The trees with their branches sum the touch of water to drink.
The river is so quiet that it is nice to walk along just to think.
The birds are flying above the trees ready to take a fish they might see.
The sun it sets and the glare makes the water shine in different colors.
I enjoy a walk along the river and to see all that there.

I went to the doctors today.
He came in to the room.
He asked do you smoke.
I said "Why now do you see any?"
He said,"do you drink", I said," Why do you need one?"
Then he said. "Strip off you close".
I said," I hope you 're not taking off yours"!
Then the doctor said. "Can I see your ears?"
I said,'i clean them everyday"
Then he says. "Broaden your mouth and stick out your tough,".
I said,"I only do that a to my wife"!
Then he says."Why are you here today?"
I said,"Why Don't you know you 're the doctor"!

The little boy and his flag
On the corner sat a little boy.
The American flag in his hand.
When asked why he was sitting there.
This is what he said," I watch on tv the other night
A man that said he wanted to make America great again.
He said he would make our country safe.
And Americans proud again.
He said this country was his and our flag shall fly high.
I sit here to show him I'm a red blooded American and proud of my flag.

On the death of thee
There's little joy in life for me,
And  little terror in the grave:
I've lived the parting hour to see
Of one I would have died to save.

Calmly to watch the failing breath,
Wishing each sigh might be the last;
Longing to see the shade of death
Over those beloved features cast;
The cloud, the stillness that must part
The darling of my life from me;
And then to thank God from my heart, to thank him well and fervently:
Although i knew that we had lost
The hope and glory of our life;
And now , benighted, tempest-tossed,
Must bear alone the weary strife

The rabbit foot
Walking through the woods one day I spied a thing on the ground.
It happens to be a rabbit's foot. At least I thought.
In my pocket, it did go. Then the trouble it began to flow.
I fell down in a hole and broke my elbow.
Then I ran up the steps and in to the door. A black eye did have for a week I think.
The to the bath tube I went. With a splash. I didn't have time to take my close off.
To bed, I went with a bang as the bed fell apart.
And now I think with a sad face because I found out it wasn't a rabbit foot at all.

Tears from above
The sky opens up
A ray of sunshine shines from the heaven above.
No rain round but a felt a drop from above.
God cries a drop of tears for the world today.
Wars here and there. People are dying for no reason at all.
Brothers fighting brothers once more .Blood on the hand of those that kills.
Causes God to cry the tears from above.
Heaven closes to stop the tears.
So the shine can shine another day without tears from above.

T G I F
This God Is fantastic he made the heaven.
This God is fantastic he made the world.
This God is fantastic he made the birds, the trees, the rivers that flow.
This God is fantastic he made the children that sing his praise.
This God is fantastic he made you and me to give our love to each other.
This God is fantastic for gives his love to us each day.
T G I F This God Is fantastic to me.

I live but never die
I am an American born free here.
I live here and I will not die here.
I am a solider now for my country.
I have fought in many wars.
Along side my brothers and sisters.
I fought for freedom for you and many more.
I live but I will not die.
I may get killed in battles not won.
But I will not die.
I will live forever in the minds of those that know me.
I will live on the lips of those that only know my name.
But I will not die for i'm a hero to all Americans
For I'm A solider forever known.

My deck
My deck is a nice place.
You can see for miles away.
The trees on the mountain tops.
Leaves that is starting to change.
To the right the city, I do see.
What a pity to the green trees.
Cars and trucks the sound do pound their ears away.
To the left the woods I see. A deer standing as still as could be.
As if he belongs there at the edge.
Over the rail in front is the pool for a place to get real cool.
My deck the place I want to be. How about you?

The bird
A little green bird flies to my window sill.
He sits so still that you think he is part of the window.
He watches the other birds fly by just moving very little.
He makes a sound as if to say I want to get out.
He then flies about with a cry so loud.
Then right back to the window sill.

They say I 'm a hero. But I'm not I fight for what I and millions of us belive in. To carry out what this nation was formed on. The belief that every AMERICAN should live free. I'm not the hero I just do what I can to make you and this country free for all...I am a veteran and first of all AMERICAN>GOD BLESS US ALL

You don't know ****.
I do not like it when people say I know everything.
They say I know your name I know your game.
I know your car I know you don't live that far.
I know who you married and who you burned
I know your job and I know you work for a slob.
I know when you go to bed and I know if you bumped your head.
I know a lot about you they do say.Business Your Life
But I say you don't know ****!
When I can tell you more.

In to the night
In to the night he goes.
With no fear he shows.
In to the night he flies.
On the wings of an angel he will ride.
To see what maybe a downfall with no pride.
In to the night he goes.
To help those in need.
To answer their prayers
In the shadow of the night he goes.

I got writers block.
I got writers block
I can't write no more poems tonight.
The pen just can't flow
For what words might be poor.
I go to bed to think some more.
Writers block just got me beat.
In my brain, I am drained.
I think this poem really stinks
For I got writers block.

Where would i be ?
If yesterday isn't today, And to day isn't tomorrow where will I be?
If last night wasn't tonight and tomorrow night isn't tonight.Where will I be?
If I cross the road to the other side and go back once more. Where will I be?
If time stops and restarts where will I be?
If I die and go to heaven where will I be yesterday,today and tomorrow?

Old Abe he has die.
That is no lie.
Man has walked on the moon.
But it is not of cheese We must agree.
Elvis ,He is dead.
I don't want to go to bed.
For Time marches on.

Me Gold
I lost the *** of me gold.
They came from near and far.
To the end of the rainbow looking for me gold.
1pot 2pots they run with it all.
And now with it gone all I can say is.
I want me gold.

False love
False love,and thou played me this
In the summer among the flower?
I will repay thee back again
In winter among the showers.
Unless again, again, my love.
Unless you turn again:
As you with other maidens rove,
I'll smile on other men.

sir walter scott ,

Tears
For 13years the tears have fallen
They fall for heroes and they fall for love ones.
They crash into three parts of the country.
To remember a day that we now honor them.
A day of pain not of joy a day of lost not of find.
The country is flooded with not of water but of these tears.
Two building falls to the ground. One building left with a hole.
In a lonely field, it becomes not lonely no more.
We honor these people for their love.
We will never forget because that is our love for them.
So don't wipe the tears away because you'll wipe away memories.

Winters gone
Winters gone
April show brings
May Flowers for
June weddings.
Winters gone
The robin sings
His spring song.
Winters gone
The children play.
For school will soon end.
No more snow
So winter s gone.

The old woman
As a white candle
In a holy place,
So is the beauty
As an angel aged face.

As the radiance
Of the winter sun,
So is a woman
With her travail done.

Her brood gone from her,
And her thoughts as still
As the waters
Under a ruined mill.

Wake up  America
Wake up America They took your land.
They took our bow and arrows first.
They said to stop us from killing them.
They took the tee *** which we called home.
They said no more buffalo to make our close and have some food.
The history is there to see.
As they take our guns today.
No protection for you or me.
They will take our home as they do.No job for us because they have them all.
No food,no schools. They even want our God.
Banning the for loving our country and pray to who ever they tell.
Now Wake up America before we are all gone.

The Mouse
The mouse in the hole in the floor.
Was gray little thing. But brave as could be.
In and out she would go.Just to smell the cheese.
The cats would gather to see as they could catch her.
One cat two cats now there are three.
Fast as she could go she would run.
Under the door, she would go.
And there was the fourth.
And now there is no mouse to look for.

Work
Work,work ,Work
That's all you do
No time for me
no time for you
Making money for them
Not for you.
Can't stop to think
Can't stop to play
Just can't wait to tell them Take this job and shove It!

When you was born. You did cry.
Why am I here?
Who are those people over there?
Are they very near?
Will they be a bother to me?
Is it my mother and father?
I don't want any food!
And I don't want to look at the moon.
I will rest my little head.
Shall I go to bed?
Man , What will I say?
It's need only my first day!!

July 4th
Tonight I went to watch the fire works.
I watched both black and whites stood side by side.
No hate, Just pride.I watched as a little boy stood and pointed to the sky.
As red white and blue lite the sky.
This little held his hand on his chest and watched so bravely.
The he turn to his dad and said are we free.

Last Letter
Dear Former love,
     This is my last letter to you.
You have made me blue just one too many time.
I can't sleep thinking of all the heart aches.
This is the only way.
Goodbye and good luck for this is my last letter to you.

Someone is watching you
d dthere is someone watching you
The are watching you all day long.
They watch you in the morning and even at noon.
They could be on the roof or even in your room.
They watch you take a bath at night even when there is no light.
They see you when you have a dime.
And now they are in your mine.
Someone is watching you.
Look there they go once more.

Putting yourself down is wrong. There is nothing  wrong with you. You are yourself and if the others don't like it. Well they are just wrong about themselves.You are you and that's how it is!! So believe in yourself.
Because there is nothing wrong. keep your head held high
Theres' nothing wrong!!

Taken you back in time.
I have taken you back in time to main street in U.S.A.
Back to a swing on a hill or the old house at one end of town.
While we swim in the old water tower. I have in mind the flag and how it flies.
Back in time to the cabin in the woods or to the playgrounds where children do in play.
To a soldier saying hi to a little boy. While he races his horse to the west.
You look into the clouds and you hear the music of heaven playing with the greatest.
Poetry brings you back in time as well as the present. It is in a good writer that he can put it in words.
So the next time you read a poem asks your self,have I been there or will I go there?
Just remembers the weekend thrill and how on Saturday you may write your poem.

I bleed.
The other day I was looking at a book.
But I had to watch twice.With a sign of confession.
The book said your blood was blue.
No green or yellow or even red.
But just blue.
I looked more than I thought.
I cut myself and bleed.I bleed red.
When I get a ****** nose. I bleed red.
Blue I can say brush my teeth to hard and I bleed red.
No it's not blue I can say.
For I bleed red.

Summer.
Summer has come with a bang.
Rain here and rain there.
Wind a blowing from the west while a storm in the south comes up the coast.
Then it's so hot you can fry an egg.
But no pancakes to go along.
Summer
People swimming in their pools or setting in the air.
Now we hear these summer days
Why can't we have winter today?

The Valentine in my heart.
You walked in to my heart.
And stole my love.
You give me a feeling like no other.
You tell me sweet things.
That no other can hear.
You're my Valentine in my heart.
You give me your love that keeps it pumping.
You will love me till my last breath.
On this day, you're my valentine.

The old man
The old man he stood on the street corner in town.
Always had a smile for everyone.
He wore an old ragged coat and a pair of pants with holes.
It was nice day to him when you said "hello" to him.
A box was next to him on the corner.
You put ad dollars or so in the box
The old man would dance a jig for you.
Then tip his hat with a thank you.
Now on the corner where he stood is someone that can't dance a jig.
He can"t give a smile but the old box is still there.

Rose to a rose
I pick up a flower one day on a walk.
It stood there all a lone.
A pretty flower indeed.
A rose in was red in color.
Then I was thinking about any other flower she too was a rose.
Hair is so red that you would think the sky sets it a fire.
A rose for a rose I did consider. What a pretty way to say
I love you my rose.

The angels are near
The angels are nearer than you think
Hiding in the clouds waiting for your call
Just above the clouds looking down on us
Dressed in white to stay out of sight.
The angels are nearer than you think.
Could they be waiting for your call."Please take me to heaven I can't wait"
Believers ,look up the angels are there , take the courage to go with them
Look to the sky a smile will tell
I know you're with the angels that nearer than what you think.

The American Wall
I came up on this great big wall.
Tall as two houses on top of each other.
So big you can't see over it.
I asked a man if he knew who built such a wall.
He said an american president.
For what reason I asked.
He said to keep illegal people from going on to taking job.
Food and homes.
He also said that it keeps out people that don't like america.
He said I came here the legal way and i love america.
But this wall is not going stop them.

I cry these tears.
I cry these tears, for you.
You left before I could say good bye.
I have still a lot to say to you.
But I cry these tears.
I miss our times together.
And the little things we did.
Now I just cry these tears for you.
It hurts that the time was short.
But a joy for what i had.
The tears are on my cheeks.
Are now watering the flowers I keep.
I cry these tears.
Heaven shall be happy for you
As you look down on us.
And tell me don't cry these tears.