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If you'd been here
When I was young,
You'd not forget
What we'd have done.

We'd climb roofs,
Jump in the river,
****** neighbour's pears,
Then skedaddle,
Laughing with sweat-matted hair,
Wiping off those grown-up cares.

We'd bumper-jump in four inch snow,
And never let our parents know.
Oh, such fun we two would do,
If I could stay as young as you.

We'd skate and bike,
Play street ball,
Act up in school,
Stand in the hall;
We'd hike with jars
Along country brooks,
Read and trade
Our comic books.
Lie in the sand,
Burn in the sun,
Forgetting it was time for home.
We'd never tire of our treats,
And often we'd forget to eat
Because we're having all our fun:
If you'd been here when I was young.

We'd play Tag and Red Rover,
Flags and Chase,
Then have sleep-overs.
We'd swap tomorrow
For daily pearls,
Then swap each other
For pretty girls.

We'd be up to our shenanigans,
Sleep the sleep,
Then start again.
This is the way
We'd have our fun,
If you'd been here
When I was young.

But now you're here,
And I'm much older,
The things we'd do
You'll do with others;
But when you need a  boost to climb,
This old man has a shoulder.
Yes,
I'll sure have lots of fun,
For you're here now.
That keeps me young.
For my new Grandson, Xavier (b. July 23rd.)
Thanks for all your readership and support. I hope you enjoyed the read as much as I enjoyed the write. Peace.
Great is the Lord our God
Redeemer of all mankind
Eraser of all our sins
Answer to all our prayers
Tied to a cross He died
For us He was crucified
Unworthy of all He’s done
Loved by God’s own Son.
© 5/22/2013
Sometimes I see a world of wonder
Sometimes I wonder about what I see;
There’s so very much that I don’t know
Life is such a mystery.
What lies beneath the oceans depths
Or hidden caverns in the earth;
What genetics have been mutated
What new species have given birth?
Does anything live in earth’s molten core
Or thrive in the arctic ice;
I guess knowing in the after life
Is all that will suffice.
God’s such an awesome artisan
To have created such a place;
This world is so amazing,
I want to tell Him face to face.
© 9/26/2013
I'm playing arpeggios , aimed at the stars tonight
Streaming music across the Milky Way , waiting
for a reply
Strumming a message of wonder with a Les Paul
at twilight , hoping for an answer from another
guitarist on this warm , quiet night* .....
Copyright August 7 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
God guide this day
With your blessing and grace;
Judge not with justice
But put mercy in its place.
Look not to the doings
But to the intent of the deed;
Let our thoughts be guided
By your planted seed.
When confusion sets in
Lord send us your peace.
The one that passes understanding
And sends comfort through grief.
When worthlessness and depression
Come knocking at my door;
Lord double the reinforcements
That weren’t there before.
When the voices say that no one loves you
Help me remember that’s not true;
When all the world has turned against me
Let me know there’s trust in you.
When my prayers feel like no one’s coming
And I cannot hear your voice;
Let me see past circumstances,
Let having faith always be my choice.
     © 9/12/2003
One of these days
Where nothing’s right
A ******* up memory
With which to fight.
Forgetting things
I shouldn’t have
Hating how
It’s got so bad.
Causing trouble and confusion
For everyone else.
God please help me to be able
To help myself.
Between appointments missed
And kitchen fires
I feel like a circuit
With messed up wires.
I need to know
What I shouldn’t forget;
Dear God could you please
Just help me with it.
     © 4/15/2013
I hate that pain sees to shake my faith.
I’m afraid to pray for healing
When I have
And it doesn’t seem to be working.
I know there is a God
And he can do all things
I’ve seen it;
So what is wrong with me?
I use to be sure my faith was strong enough
I even quit my meds
But obviously that didn’t work.
My faith must not be strong enough.
God teach me how to make it stronger,
Help me figure it out.
You’re the only one who can make miracles happen.
     © 4/15/2013
Whoever said pain was all in my head
Obviously hasn’t felt any.
It’s hard to look past pain.
Dalton can say pain doesn’t hurt
All he wants on roadhouse
But this is the real world.
Pain reaches out like a bolt of lightening
To remind you it’s there.
I have learned to endure
But it doesn’t make the struggle any easier.
     © 4/15/2013
Hair on end , the crash of cymbal
from the bough of Mother cloud
The dance of wanting grass and
hedgerow
The dueling 'Canopy of Gray' as it settles over the
promising , tempest day
Fortunes of truth and rebirth told
Of violent change and rain carried
award* ...
Copyright August 6 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
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