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644 · Nov 2015
Just a Personal Thought
I have to ask myself the question;
Why is Americas second admendment rights attacked each time some fool does something so evil?There are millions of law abiding gun owners in America that use firearms lawfully and legally every day but you will not hear about that in the liberal media. These senseless murders are a tradgey and those who commit them must be dealt with accordingly .I, as a law abiding American citizen have the right, unlike most citizens of other countries in the world, to own firearms .I do not have the right to use that firearm against any other human being other than in an act of self defence and then only if I or a family member are in immediate danger of  death or serious ****** injury, and only then.
There will always be people who will **** others by whatever means they can. It is the heart of a man that causes him to love or to hate others lives as well as his own.Our second admendment right is not a problem, the problem is not an American problem. It is a heart condition of every man who breathes.
Until man's heart is changed ,nothing changes.

RLB
I respect all who choose not to own or carry a firearm, please respect my choice to own and to carry.
643 · Aug 2015
Political Incorrectness
I understand not the power
Of the ignorance and craziness
Of the stupid political term
Political correctness

Political correctness
Influences the feeble minded
Clouds their mind to thinking
And their eyes to truth are blinded

If you stand for what is right
No malice toward none in mind
You are labeled as politically incorrect
And are unjustifiable maligned

To be accepted by the few
Who love political correctness to instill
You must give up your beliefs
And be moulded to their will

Political correctness is a farce
An evil policy of disguise
It truly has no meaning
Just as do the politicians lies

Stand for what you believe
If in your heart you believe it is right
Be done with political correctness
It is an evil blight

Think always for yourself
Make your own decisions
Political correctness does nothing
But cause great division

We do not all think the same
About politics or creation
Let us put political correctness to death
And be a united nation

RLB
631 · Jan 2016
Carry In Your Heart A Song
As a man grows older,
Does he lose his mind?
Or does he truly wish,
He was in a prior time,

Does a man grown older no longer think,
As he did when he was young?
Why are the things that used to be,
Now to him no fun?

Are the thoughts that once he had,
The ones he held so dear,
Now just relics of the past,
In this his older years ?

If so , why must it be?
My heart longs for joy of some measure,
And for the thoughts once held so dear,
For they brought to me such pleasure,

Yes, I am much older now,
I'll never again be as quick or as strong,
But I can have in my chest a Lions heart,
If I'll carry in my heart a song.

RLB
630 · Jul 2014
A Man, A King
Once there walked among men a man
Upon the face of earth
He spoke to each man he met
And told them of their worth

He told all men with listening ear
Turn from sin and come to me
Do not be a slave to fear
Come, I will set you free

He told all men the truth of life
Come unto me I am the way
Wait not for tommorows light
For tommorow may not come your way

This man who spoke invited all
Come and grace receive
A common man yet a king
This man from Galilee
627 · Mar 2016
STRIVE
I know not nor claim
In this lifes living game
To have all the answers
As to the whys of now or after

Faith is all I posses
Just to live and do my best
Having hope in my heart for tomorrow
For joy to **** lifes sorrow

Life is a street one way
That directs me to a waiting grave
That becomes an opening door
Leading me to forevermore

Laugh and love and learn
Seek and look and yearn
For what tomorrow brings
With its dreams and hopes and stings

Then when life has ended
Know yours was real and not pretended
Live and breathe and dance
Life is lifes only chance

RLB
626 · Sep 2015
Time Is Taking Me Home
I have within my house
A clock that rest upon a shelf
Tic tock tic tock tic tock
This clock sings all by itself

As upon its numbered face
Turn three slow moving hands
Ever forward each one moves
But someday still each will stand

Each movement of every hand
Takes me farther away
From this world here that I know
And the troubles of its way

The clock takes me to a point in time
When the clocks work will cease
It's hands stopped in stillness
As my soul is then released

Yes,the singing of the clock
Is ever with me while here I roam
I will sing with joy when the clock is silent
For then I will at last be home

RLB
625 · Jan 2014
An Empty Pocket Book
It seems in my hand I always hold
An empty pocket book
But I would find that I am rich
If around me I will only look

Looking up into the morning sky
I find a treasure chest of gold
As the rays of the sun shine down on me
And give me warmth from the cold

Then as the sun of day retires
Darkness breaks forth as a rageing river
And gazing up I see the moon
And a million coins of silver

This moon of night provides for me
A light unto my path
And the stars give to me direction
When the gold of day has passed

I want to thank you Lord
For I have only to look
To know that I am rich beyond compare
Though I hold an empty pocket book
623 · Dec 2014
Christmas Clocks
What happens to our clocks each year
At Christmastime or near it?
Do they get to much Christmas cheer
Or just the Christmas spirit?

The clocks that were the whole year through,
dependable and steady
Tick hours off like mad when you
Have Christmas to get ready.
Yet, strange to say, those very clocks
Delight in hesitating;
They go to sleep between their ticks
When you are young and waiting.

By
Ruth Van Gorder
Lake Ariel, Pennsylvania
Christmas Ideals Magazine
November
MCMLXXXV
620 · Nov 2015
Deeply Etched Traces
How long will the waters of lifes river flow
How many more stories as the water rages
Before the racing water stops
And flows no more past present ages

The river of life begins pure and strong
From high and elevated places
Flowing down all it meets is new
Leaving behind its carved out traces

The rushing waters swiftly run
Carrying with them lifes numbered days
Racing down the mountains face
Quickly the waters pass away

My river of life today still flows
But someday for me the waters will cease
And the carved out traces they leave behind
I hope are deeply etched traces of hope and peace.

RLB
Written in Estes Park Colorado on
May 21,2014
At Targent Park
By the river
A cross alone would not bear
The weight of mankinds sorrows
The pain the grief the tears
That fill all men's tomorrows

It could not hold upon its limbs
Hate and lust and strife
Not bear one dark misery
That steals so much of life

The cross alone has no strength
To hold sins true weight
Under this crushing load
The cross was bound to break

Until God sent us his only son
His purpose to mend the broken beam
Nails driven through his hands and feet
He sealed the broken seam

The cross is now made whole
No more a broken limb
Because of the blood of Christ
The cross is made whole through him

RLB
618 · Mar 2014
Time
Hours marked upon the clock
Are but measured spans of time
Where minutes between the hours die
And seconds cease behind
617 · Aug 2014
HAPPY 50th BIRTHDAY ROBERT
50 years have past
Those days now are faded
The sunshine of my years
Has now become shaded

50 years ago yet only yesterday
That I was a little boy
Running around the old home place
With a heart full of joy

50 years of memories
O ,the many faces I have known
A few here still remain
But many cherished now are gone

50 years have come my way
And 50 years have left
Looking back across the bridge of time
I see fading images of myself

How quickly from a boy I grew
Growing up to become a man
Given the choice if I had my way
How I would love to be a boy again

Spending my days as a soldier
Sometimes a cowboy true
Fishing for crawdads down at the creek
Under the azure blue

50 years past seems so long
But its really only a breath ago
Like the waters of a mighty river
How quickly the waters of time do flow

50 years of blessings
To me God has given
So many blessings undeserved
In this 50 years of living


This 50 years of life I have lived
Has been filled with tears and smiles and glory
All I have known and seen and done
Are written upon the heart of my 50 year story.
The little things a loved one did
That irritated when they were near
Would no longer cause frustration
If today they were here

Some small thing they used to do
Some word they used to say
No longer would cause us anger
Now that they are gone away

Some small annoying habit
That would cause us to dispair
We now would gladly endure
If only they were here

So many unimportant habits that troubled us
That didn’t really mean that much
O how gladly we would take them back
To once more feel their touch

RLB
We to often pay to much attention to the things that mean nothing and do not realize it until it is to late.
614 · Feb 2015
Faiths Unseen Bridge
Is it the "not knowing" that restrains us
Fear and what we precieve as failure or rejection
We know we should not harbor such goods
But still we carry the heavy cargo

We would like to push it all overboard
Watch fear sink till it fades from our sight
Knowing in our heart it is gone
Forever laid to death in the darkness of the deep

We tell ourselves
Trust and take that first step
We will never know what can be
Until we walk across the unseen bridge of faith

I know I carry this burden unnecesarily
In my heart is the knowledge I am held in Gods embrace
But fear causes my eyes to refuse to see
That great things wait at the other end of the bridge.
611 · Jan 2014
The Old Cemetery Waits
Granite stones above the ground
With name and date engraved
One tells of when one was born
The other of when beneath he laid

Stones that stand in straightened rows
As soldiers on a march
Upon a ground set aside
Protected by a gated arch

Stones that stand as sentinels
Guarding those that sleep
As if to protect the ones
Who lie beneath so deep

Stones that stand to mark the place
Where a loved one last was seen
Who is covered now with darkened earth
Blanketed with grass now green

Stones that stand solid and firm
In snow and sleet and rain
Call out to the living who pass
Come and read my name

We wish not to leave behind
Those here we love
But we each will one day lay beneath
Where the stone now stands above
604 · Aug 2014
The Writing of a Poem
The touching of pen to paper
The writing of the word
The sound of the flowing ink
By the readers ear is heard

Thoughts are written down
Upon a pages empty lines
To be forever kept
Till the end of time

The stories they are many
For there are many hands that write
The words travel from mind to pen
As the writer puts the words to flight

Words are written to be enjoyed
Through the readers eyes
To lift his thoughts up higher
Far beyond the azure skies

Books are an adventure to write
As along with the characters you join
But writing has no pleasure
Such as the writing of a poem
604 · Feb 2014
Unthankful
I am so unthankful
Lord within my heart
I don't mean to be
But Lord please help me start

Help me Lord be thankful
For all I have received
You have given me much
Beyond my ability to conceive

From the sunrise in the morning
Till the moon shows its light
Your blessings are daily shown
Help my eyes to have the sight

Have mercy on me Lord
For my forgetfulness
I ask my heart be filled
My Lord, with thankfulness
602 · Jul 2013
Untitled
Thank you Lord for your love
Shown to one unworthy as me
Thank you Lord for your shed blood
Upon the cross of Calvary


A thank you to my Lord that I wanted to share.
595 · Jan 2014
The Cross
Often my thoughts turn to the Cross
The beautiful Cross of Calvary
Upon which my saviour bled and died
To give eternal life to me

It's wooden beams bear the scars
Of nails that pierced his hands
His precious feet were riven to
And from his side blood and water ran

The Cross has stood over two thousand years
And even today it stands
As a bridge from heavens door
Down to the heart of mortal man

O the precious blood stained tree
That old and rugged nail scarred Cross
I count it as a gift of grace
And all I am as loss

Luke 23:34
And Jesus said,
"Father forgive them
they know not
what they do."

Thank you Lord.
592 · Jan 2013
Simple Things
For the long forgotten days of old
Within my heart I pine
Days now so distant
Left so far behind

Days that seemed much kinder
When right was understood
Days of simple joy
Kind and right and good

Days of simple pleasures
No want of money's things
Computers , phones or TVs
No shining diamond rings

Just treasured days of summer
Offering their wealth of gold
Nightimes gift of silver
In the sky's our eyes behold

The beautiful sound of music
Coming from a robins throat
The peace of a butterfly
As upon the wind he floats

The simplest things of life
Are the things my heart desires
Mountains great and high
And trees that stand as spires
582 · Oct 2015
Psalm 46:10
I stilled myself,
And in my stillness ,
Knew GOD.

RLB
580 · Dec 2014
Why The Bad Attitude
People are hard to analyze,
With the angry way they talk and act ,
Though you have committed no offense against them,
Is this behavior geneticaly just a fact?

My mind cannot understand at all,
Their attitudes so hostile,
You think one could self restrain,
But for most that's just not possible,

Retaliation must be verbalized,
They cannot just refrain,
An unnesasary audible word shoots forth,
Exploding from in their brain,

Over some word or act misunderstood,
But too it they MUST respond,
When the best action they could have taken,
Would have been to just let it alone,

But they will not self restrain,
They are not willing to digress,
The only explanation I can find,
Is they want a fight I guess.
RLB
I wrote this while trying to understand certain family members and friends bad attitudes. Still I don't understand .
579 · Apr 2013
Money Matters
I believe that this life
Is nothing but a sham
Nothing you do really matters
And no one really gives a ****

I had always believed the words
Written upon life's final pages
Would be so much different than the ones I read
Not leave me fighting to escape the cages

It seems I am always fighting
To tie together the ends
But each time they seem to be bound
Something unseen loosens them again

My heart inside is weighted and heavy
I tire of being left behind
The devils demons they dance
Laughing at me within my mind
572 · May 2016
Trust
The
More
Why's
Life
Presents
Tighter
Too
Jesus
I
Hold

RLD
571 · Feb 2017
Antique Store Photographs
Will one day be left only
Of all that once I knew
Just some faded photographs
Of what to me was true

Will these paper squares
Of images I hold dear
Be all that is left
Of all that I knew while here

Will these treasured scenes
Frozen forever in time
Be all ones eye will see
Of what once was mine

Some little paper squares
In faded black and white
What value will the antique store
Put on the story of my life?

RLB
571 · Jan 2014
IF
IF
If there were no GOD
If there were no creation
If there were no Christ
If there were no cross of Calvary
If there were no tomb
If there were no resurrection
If there were no forgiveness
If there were no promise
If there were no eternity
If there were no heaven
If there were no hell
If there were no hope
If there were no Bible
If there were no truth
If man did not have a soul
Then,
There would be no reason.
565 · Sep 2013
A Prayer I Prayed
Dear precious lord in heaven
Please give unto me your ear
The words in prayer I pray
Please dear Jesus hear

I am so confused
The path I cannot see
Please lord take my hand
And show the way to me

I need you precious Jesus
To take my hand and guide
But it seems I cannot find you
It seems from me you hide

Please my lord who loves me
Take my trembling hand
Guide me lord, direct my paths
As I travel this troubled land

Amen

I was going through a very difficult time
not to long ago in which I did not know
which way to go or what to do.
I prayed this prayer to My father in heaven
And he did guide me through the struggle
and help me through, in his time.
Thank you lord Jesus for hearing my prayer
and providing a way and lifting the burden.
All praise be unto you for ever and ever more.
The paths that once my feet
As a child upon did trod
Are covered now by time
And natures earthen sod

No more do they lead
To that place of many dreams
No more grand adventures
Now only grown up things

It seems not that long ago
That I walked on childhoods trail
But the days have quickly passed
And now I am old and frail

I hold my memories dear
Though I can never go back
To the days when I was young
And walked a childhoods path
561 · Apr 2016
Beautiful Morning
It's a beautiful morning
It's a beautiful day
The sun is shining
Sending warmth our way

The birds are singing
Their beautiful song
The leaves are dancing
As the wind moves along

The roses are blooming
In the color of red
Their is no sorrow
Their is no dread

It's a beautiful morning
It's a beautiful day
The sun is shining
Sending warmth our way

RLB
It's a beautiful Saturday morning in Texas!
Thank you Lord.
560 · Jul 2014
A Man Called Norman
What image fills your vision
When you look upon a fellow man
Is it his need you see
Do you extend a helping hand

Do you see the burdens
He carries hidden within his heart
The hurts that he posses
The pain of poisoned darts

His troubles and his trials
To others are unknown
But aren't the scars he bears
The image of your own

Judge not your fellow man
But seek to be to him a friend
For you know not his story
So compassion to him lend
560 · Nov 2013
Unseen Trash
There is cast among us each day
Such garbage and filth and trash
Things that need to be burnt, destroyed
And turned forever into ash

We walk each day among the filth
It blocks our path upon every side
Sometimes it seems to overwhelm
And causes me to seek to hide

It repulses the senses as rotted flesh
Clouding up my mind
A path not littered is what I seek
But that path it seems I cannot find

This rotted filth of which I speak
Floats all around unseen
Near the ground and n the air
And is unto our ear a fiend

The trash the filth the rot
Is mankinds spoken word
In songs and speech and poetry
Are uttered things that never should be heard

Matthew 12:36-37
554 · Aug 2016
Floors of Yesterday
Each and every step
Lays etched within the grain
Each step so different
Yet each one is the same

Now the soles of home bound feet
Can no more pass through open door
And they can no more leave
Their imprints within the floor

For now must be left behind
These floors with stories replete
Of life's laughter and life's tears
Floors that bend and crack and speak

RLB
Had to sell my child hood home and it hurts as if a part of me has been ripped away.
553 · Mar 2017
Exodus 3:14
Within the wind
A voice sounds
Telling us
I AM   I AM

RLB

O  if we as men would only listen and hear.
552 · Apr 2015
What Makes A Soul?
Gods
Very
Breath,
Breathed
Into
Your
Body,
Lives
For
Eternity.
Genesis
2:7
Then the Lord God formed a man from the dust of the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life.
550 · Sep 2014
The Power of Words
The kind of words I love to read
Are words that inspire
Words that spark an ember
That flashes into a fire

Words that encourage
And words that edify
Are easy on the mind
And pleasing to the eye

Words that are motivating
Within their ebb and flow
Can be to someone transformative
As they forward go

A word of optimisim
Can bring forth a clearer view
And be so very refreshing
When you think it could be true

We should always guard our mind
Against negative word intrusion
Allowing only what builds up
To have in our mind inclusion

Every word we read affects our life
In the context of its composition
For all words read hold the power
For mind and thought transition
542 · Aug 2013
O Me of Little Faith
And Jesus said
"Peace, be still"
And at the sound of his voice
The winds immeadiatly ceased
And there was a great calm

If I , as his child
Could only learn to have faith
And listen and obey
As obediently
As the elements of nature
Which cannot think
Or discern
But yet obey his commands
Absent of hesitation or apprehension
Then I will have truly learned
How to trust and obey
542 · Apr 2015
Forgivenes
Forgivenes
Never
Given,
Transforms,
Becoming
An
Albatross
Of
Weig­hted
Anxiety.
541 · Jul 2014
Cherish Always
It seems life is always changing
Taking the things we know
Like a mighty mountains river
As over the rocks it flows

We take so oft for granted
The ones we love and cherish
Then only realize what we possessed
When they move away or perish

Then we are left without them
In their place is left a void
Our eyes now filled with tears
And sadness replaces joy

Life is ever changing
Show those you love you care
For someday the day may come
When they are no longer there
540 · Nov 2015
Ashamed
Feeling regret
Heart heavy
Failure again

RLB
Started out really good this morning,
before failure appeared .
I'm trying.
539 · Jul 2013
Forgive Me
If today I speak
A word that is unkind
I ask that you forgive
Because my thought was blind

If I do not help
When I see you are in need
I ask that you forgive
For this from you I plead

If I see you shed a tear
Which I help you not to dry
I ask that you forgive
If I walk on by

If I speak slanderous words
About you that are not true
I ask that you forgive
That I spoke lies of you

If I cause you pain
And sorrow within your heart
I ask that you forgive
That I hurt that tender part

Whatever I do this day
That hurts another's soul
I ask that you forgive
That I might learn and grow

I do these things each day
And hurt my fellow man
I ask the question why
For I do not understand

Knowing that as such
As I have done to the least of these
I have done it Lord
Done it unto thee

Matthew 25:40
533 · Feb 2013
Hell
Beyond deaths darkened portal
That deep and silent grave
In the abyss that lies beyond
Is that place that knows not day

Where darkness rules forever
Within that realm unseen
And demons there abound
To torture , haunt , demean

It is a cold and empty place
Where abides no friend or foe
It holds no hope or joy
But only death and woe

No sun or moon or star shines there
It is the devils dark domain
Where slaves to evils way
Abide under Lucifers reign

To walk in eternal torment
In the place where Satan dwells
Where live s all hate and sin and deciet
Together forever in hell
526 · Mar 2016
Life Among the Dead
A single Red Cardinal I can vaguely see
Sits upon a barren limb
Distant into the dead woods he hides
The suns receding light now dim

His color screams to me a haunting woe
From among the branches bare
As he sits among the dead
And with his eyes he steely stares

His screaming presence causes me to ask
Is there life among the dead?
As on his perch he sits alone
In his coat so ****** red

All we men who live and breathe
Have hearts that pump crimson red
While the heart beats in the living man
He walks  among tomorrow's dead

RLB
526 · Sep 2016
The Truth of Time
Time in its passing brings so much joy and sorrow,
Sleeping dreams are awakened and come true,
Loved ones you hoped would always be, die,
But such is the truth of the passing of time.

RLB
It is no more than a blurr sometimes.
524 · May 2016
Peace
Rain falling from heaven
Music to my ear
Singing I have naught
Have naught to fear

RLB
Sweet musical rain in Texas this morning:)
We are born into this world
We laugh we breathe we cry
Then in the span of a few short years
Within a grave we lie

Life comes to us so quickly
As God gives to us his living breath
Then just as quickly we are gone
And our heart is stilled in death

We go to sleep each night
As visions and dreams of life fill our head
Never thinking we shall no more rise
For in the morning we are dead

Where will our life take us?
What treasure will we  reap?
Will our souls reward be hell?
Or eternity in heaven sweet.
522 · Sep 2016
Joy Comes
Joy bids;
Seek me,
You will find me,
Though I may hide,
I cannot forever elude.

RLB
522 · Sep 2013
Peace In Gods Creation
Each new day I greet
Is a gift from God to me
Help me lord to always
The beauty of nature see

Help me lord to listen
Clear my mind of fear
To the sounds of your creation
Help me lord to hear

Your many sweet aromas
Within the air they swell
May I touch the fragrance
Of your breath O  God by smell

It seems I am surrounded
So much by glass and steel
Yet when  I touch a leaf
Your power God I feel

In nature there exist
So many of Gods blessings
Stop to see , hear smell and feel
The peace we are missing
521 · Feb 2016
By the Old Depot
At the old abandoned depot
Within a misty rain
I hear voices from long ago
Waiting for a train

In the dark of night
Standing by her line
I can hear her in the distance
Coming back from time

Listen very closely
As she rolls this way
Highballing to her destination
To arrive before break of day

Listen close and you can hear
The ghost of this iron rail
You can hear her rumble
You can hear her wail

Can you feel the earth
Tremble beneath the nightime sky?
As this iron ghost
Unseen passes by

Can you hear her clatter?
Can you hear her clang?
Can you hear her whistle,
And her bell that rings?

Listen closely friend
Quickly she will be gone
Past the lonely depot
Never to return

RLB
520 · Mar 2015
One More Breath
Why is it we gasp
To take one more breath
Why do we try to stay ahead of the reaper
Try to elude his sickle of death

Why when we are sick
Do we seek to be made well
Why do we try to get back up
When to illness we have fell

Why do we hold on the tightest
When we are at our life's end
Why do we look back from the bed of death
And wish for life again

When dying why do we revive
Old memories from long ago
Why do we call out
To those we love and know

It is appointed to all men
That once each man must die
But even while yet dying
We hope and fight for life

For in our heart we know it is through our living
That our love is made known
And we know when we are within the grave
No more love can be sown

So it is life we seek
While engaged in a struggle with death
To remain to live to love
To take just one more breath.

RLB
516 · Apr 2015
I Don't Know Why
I really don't know why
But here I sit again
An empty page before me
A pen within my hand

As I look upon the page
Laying as an empty canvas waiting
I contemplate the colors
Before my hands begin their painting

What picture will I paint
What thought will be revealed
When the ink at last is brushed
To bring forth the story concealed

I don't know why I posses
A desire that has no end
To create an image or thought
With paper and with pen.

RLB
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