"rlb" poems
Our society is obsessed with the cell phone
That ever present handy little device
If we could just leave it behind
Sometimes that would be nice
I've observed people literally
Walk into a door
While looking down at their cell phone
As if gazing at the floor
A call a text or Instagram
Excuse me I have to check my mail
O my God!!!my batteries low!!
Please my phone do not fail
I know we're here for dinner
But I must text a friend
LOL and ***
Now it's time to send
Cell phones have their place
I guess in today's society
But there would not be one in existence
If it were up to me
No one can communicate
As in talking face to face
This type of interaction
Has by the cell phone been replaced
I guess that's just the way it is today
O how I long for the days of old
When you had to find a pay phone
In the heat or rain or cold
Drop a quarter in the slot
Or maybe just a dime
Better say what you want
Your running out of time
I'm just a little old fashioned I guess
I like the way it used to be
When two would sit and talk
Without interruption from technology
RLB
Feb 16, 2015
Feb 16, 2015 at 8:53 PM UTC
The little thigs of life
Are to most of no great affair
Such as the warmth of the sunshines rays
Or the coolness of the evening air
The little things of life
Are so often unaccounted
But if we would stop and take notice
We would stand astounded
The little things of life
For such we have no time
The colorful leaves of fall
Or a ringing church bells chime
The little things of life
Come to us each passing hour
A thorny bush of roses
Or a welcomed springtime shower
The little things of life
Fill up life's empty spaces
Let's us know that God loves us
And reveal his many graces
The little things of life
Seem to be missed by our eyes
A trees limb bending in the wind
Or the beautiful azure sky
The little things of life
Quickly appear then they are gone
Such as a smile on a strangers face
Or a lonely sparrows song
The little things of life
Are given to us free
The sound of a gently flowing stream
Or the shade of an old oak tree
The little things of life
Like a word so kindly spoken
Can ease a wearied mind
Or help mend a heart that's broken
A thousand little things
Unnoticed by our eyes or ears
Is a thousand little blessings
Missed throughout our years.
RLB
Jan 31, 2015
Jan 31, 2015 at 9:58 AM UTC
Don't ask me why today I bought
That little balsa wood airplane
One like many I had when I was a kid
I want to think that I've grown up
But somewhere inside I never did
I saw it yesterday and I just had to have it
Though I don't know why
So I pulled out a few hard earned dollars
And bought this memory that flys
It has a red propeller
That's powered by a rubber band
And two red wheels attached with wire
To help it safely land
I can't recall how many of these
I've pioleted through the years
I'm sure at least a few or more
Way back in my yesteryears
It amazes me sometimes now that I am older
That the sight of such a little thing
Can bring a forgotten memory back to life
Like a balsa wood airplane
RLB
Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 7:18 AM UTC
A canopy of gray covers all that lies below,
The trees are leafless and barren,
I can hear the bitter cold raindrops
As they crash into the leaves,
That lie dead upon the muddy ground,
I see colors of only dark gray and brown and black,
As I look into the woods beyond my window,
It is a peaceful scene,
Yet,mysterious and ancient ,
For some unknown reason,
I am taken back to another time,
A much harder time in mankinds life,
But a much simpler time for his soul,
A time when it was more quiet,
Man was more thoughtful ,
The world more serene,
Man more connected to nature,
Nature in all her forms,
Reveals to us such beauty,
Such overpowering serenity ,
If we will acknowledge it,
This scene that at this moment my eyes behold,
May be cold and gray and portray despair,
But it is as beautiful as a sunny mountain meadow in the spring,
For just as the meadow is,
This scene is a picture painted,
By the master of all nature,
GOD.
In the beginning God...........
Genesis1:1
RLB
Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 11:46 AM UTC
ISIS is a cesspool of individuals who are nothing more than a mere pathetic group of;
Impacable,
Scelestic,
Ideopraxist,
Sicarians.
RLB
Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 6:33 PM UTC
There is peace,reassuring peace
In the quite of natures sound
In the very presence of God himself
Be still and know there God is found
There is peace, reassuring peace
Within the touch of the unseen wind
It washes over ones heart and soul
A peace so true does not offend
There is peace, reassuring peace
In a faith that is bold and strong
When such a faith fills ones heart
Ones heart can only sing a song
There is peace,reassuring peace
When Jesus takes us by our hand
And we trust him to gently lead us through
This dark and weary and fearful land
There is peace, reassuring peace
That only comes from heavens portal
Such a peace so reassuring
Given by God to me a mortal
RLB
Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 10:47 PM UTC
Some wore a uniform of gray
Some wore the one of blue
They were brothers from north and south
Some were sons and fathers too,
Each one was a soldier
A warrior in a fight
Now they are only ghost
Seen by men with sight,
Once their feet did march
Upon the battlefields grass
Now they are just an image
To be seen within the glass,
Many fell upon the field of battle
Some alone in a place so foreign
Now all that remains of them
Is a face on a sheet of iron,
When I look into the eyes on the faces
Of these men on iron or glass
I see not a ghost
But a man, a soldier from the past,
Though now he be only an image
He was once a soldier that in battle fell
And within each soldiers image
Is held a story he longs to tell.
RLB
Oct 26, 2015
Oct 26, 2015 at 6:43 PM UTC
I keep the things I love
Hidden within a box
Little things I love the most
Things that to me mean so much
Fathers old pocket watch
Momas golden mothers ring
Carefully put away
Safe in a box unseen
A precious letter written
By a loved ones tender hand
Gently wrapped in an aged cloth
And tied by a ribbon band
A photo from long ago
Taken at a special time
Kept through so many years
Brings back a memory fine
I keep these things I cherish
That can never be replaced
Inside a box of memories
Where there I think them safe
Today, I take them from the box
To look upon them every day
So that the memories they recall
In my mind shall never fade
RLB
January 22,2017
Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 8:22 PM UTC
No more Big City
No Working Man Blues
No more Swinging Doors
No more patriotic tunes
No more California Cottonfields
No Bonnie and Clyde
No Amazing Grace
No Always on My Mind
No more the Way I Am
No Waiting For A Train
No more Where Have All The Hobos Gone
Or When My Blue Moon Turns To Gold Again
Goodbye Mighty Merle
Thanks for the gift you gave
There will never be another
Who can take your place
To me you were the best
Singing for the working man
I only wish my friend
I could have shook your hand
RLB
You were the best country music has ever known.
Apr 6, 2016
Apr 6, 2016 at 7:17 PM UTC
Why do we grieve the heart of God
With the things that we men do
If God audibly spoke
He might say these words to you
Men talk about intolerance
Yet I still give mercy and grace
Men change the definition of marriage
And slap me in the face
Men bicker and argue and fight
About a waving flag
With all that's still to be done
About enough I've had
Men **** unborn babies
Yet I hardly hear a prayer
But the pleas of the unborn
They rise to me through the air
Men have taken me out of school
No longer there am I allowed within
Men have left me at the door
Of a place where once I had been
This list goes on and on
Men know the things I mean
Why can man not read my word
And from its pages wisdom glean
There is on the horizon a day
When every man will understand
When I come down from heaven
To give justice unto men
So go upon your merry way
Push the truths of God aside
Your guilt is not upon me
For to gain your obedience I tried
I will give unto men more time
I've an abundance of mercy and grace
But know within your heart o man
You will someday see my face
RLB
Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 11:35 PM UTC
Help me Lord to set my mind
On things that reign above
So that when you appear in Glory
My life is hidden with you in love
Heavenly Father put to death
These things I do not need
Immorality , impurity, evil desires
Along with idolatry and greed
I know because of these
Your wrath is soon to come
At that time I pray I am hidden
In Jesus Christ the son
Help me rid myself O Lord
Of rage and malice and slander
Help me to put away my Lord
Filthy language and anger
Lord we know here there is
No Scythian , Gentile or Jew
For we are all the same
Securly held by you
Help us to be holy Lord
Making kindness our mission
Help us ** be clothed with humility
Gentleness and compassion
Teach us to forgive
Another's wrongs we see
Let love bind us each together
In perfect unity
Help us Lord to be thankful
As we teach through songs and psalms and hymns
Help us do all in the name of the Lord
Giving praise and thanks to Him.
RLB
Aug 23, 2015
Aug 23, 2015 at 5:18 PM UTC
Here in Texas we have a sayin
We don't call 911
We take care of things ourself
That way we know it's done
But that sayin ain't exactly true
Why, I've called 911 myself
If I had the time
And felt I need their help
911 will always come
No matter the time of day
If you have a need
Call and they are on their way
There are times their help is needed
Especially when things look dire
Such as a serious accident
Or if your house is on fire
I love the men and women of 911
Those heros do the best they can
But they just can't always be quick enough
To lend a helping hand
There are many circumstances
In which you can call and wait
For 911 to arrive
Though in our mind their always late
But there are as many situations
In which 911 is not an option
And as an individual you are forced
To take or not take action
In these types of situations
We do what must be done
And after we are safe
Then we call 911
So here In Texas friend
Know we do not run
If we can we will call
But we don't depend on 911
RLB
Nov 7, 2015
Nov 7, 2015 at 10:23 AM UTC
A horseshoe made of iron
Strikes against the ground
As the horse carries his rider
To the place which he is bound
The riders horse is quick
Traveling under a midnight sky
Gliding silently through the night
As lightly as a butterfly
The horses stride is long
And like a musket ball in flight
He moves about unheard
Unseen within the night
At last the morning comes
But no rider no horse no sound
Yet there upon the trail
A horseshoe print is found
RLB
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 7:54 AM UTC
I've always been one to stand and wave goodbye
When a loved one leaves my home
Stand and wave and watch till they are out of sight
It's just something I've always done
Like when mom and dad came to visit
I think it was in the spring
When the temperature was starting to warm
And the birds were beginning to sing
We would gather around the supper table
I'd get my Moma to laughing at me
Then she'd look outside and say "It's getting dark"
Then tell dad it's time to leave
I'd walk them both out to their car
Moma always had a few last words to say
I'd hug and kiss her tender cheek
Then I'd stand and wave as they drove away
I'd stand there and wave goodbye
Till mom and dad were out of sight
I only wish I could remember though
The date that marked that night
Moma always waved right back
Till in the distance behind she could no longer see
I waved goodbye see you soon
And Moma waved the same to me
That day I never thought that never again
Would Moma visit my home on a spring time day
I never knew that would be the last time I waved
Goodbye as they drove away
Moma if you can hear look down from heaven
See me as I wave
It's not a wave goodbye but see you soon
For I to am on my way.
RLB
Recalling the last time my mother came to my house to visit.
Someday we will never again wave goodbye.
Love you Moma .
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 7:22 AM UTC
Today,my memory has taken me back
To a time when all was good
Back to when I was just a boy so young
Playing cowboy in my old neighborhood
I suppose there is not enough ink and paper
To record this young cowboys dreams
If I were to settle down and write
And record each cherished scene
Of days that are so distant now
And of images that are fading fast
When I begin to recall how it was I wish
These days could forever last
The hand of time changes all it touches
A childhood lingers for only a while
But the hand of time cannot take from me
Childhood memories that cause me to smile
At the old home place I see a simpler time
And I hear old familiar sounds
There dwell the voices and faces I used to know
I see my footprints embedded upon the ground
These old memories I hold so dear
To recall them I shall always endeavor
I carry them deep within my heart
These days that I wish would last forever.
RLB
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 5:25 PM UTC
From out of the ashes of the old
A new year has arrived
Out of the many downs and lows
By grace we have survived
This day begins the start
Of a slate that is brand new
A chance to strive for what is right
A chance to renew
A time to let others know
That by you they are loved
A time to forgive a wrong
A new hope for peace and love
Out of the ashes of the old
We have been given another year
Go forth in faith and courage
Leave behind all doubt and fear .
RLB
Jan 1, 2015
Jan 1, 2015 at 2:40 PM UTC
If you possess kindness
Show it to another
If you have forgiveness
Give it to a brother
If you have a hand to lend
Give it to a stranger
If you have courage
Help one in fear through danger
If you have encouragement
Encourage the one defeated
If you can inspire
Inspire one who needs it
If you have a smile
Show it to your neighbor
If you have a willing hand
Help someone in their labor
If you have an adversary
Try to make of him a friend
If you know someone alone
Seek them to befriend
Show grace to all you meet
Treat every person right
Show to all the truest love
Show the love of Jesus Christ
RLB
Mar 14, 2015
Mar 14, 2015 at 11:10 AM UTC
In the town where I grew up
You still can hear the chime
Of the old courthouse clock
As it counts away the time
Uncountable are the days
That too this place have come and gone
Causing so much here to change
In this town that I call home
The passing of the time
Has taken loved ones dear
And nothing is the same
Without their presence here
Time changes everything
It doesn't slow nor stop
So continues the counting chime
Of the old courthouse clock
RLB
Aug 1, 2016
Aug 1, 2016 at 6:07 PM UTC
There exist within this world,
Those who proclaim,
"I am a man"
They are men,but only in a physical sense,
These self proclaimed men decieve themselves ,
And will never know the truth ,
Of what it is like ,
To be a real man,
A man who lives his life,
By a set of morals and standards,
Set not by men,
But set by God,
Who created men,
To serve him,
A real man needs not to tell you,
He is a man,
You will know he is a real man,
Simply by what you observe in him,
How he speaks,
How he acts,
How he responds to adversity,
How he treats others,
How he loves,
You will know a man is a real man,
By the way he lives his life.
RLB
Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 5:43 PM UTC
The only friend I have
Others eyes are never seeing
Speaks to me each day
With a voice of keening
He tells me that he loves me
His deceitful voice full of dread
Says" Outwardly you appear as living,
But inside you are dead"
This friend to which I cling
For there is no one else
Takes all my life from me
And claims it for himself
I have tried to fight him
A struggle to no avail
Repeatedly he rises up against me
From the depths of hell
You ask" What is his name"?
To you only will I confess
Do you not know he who is always with me?
My unwanted friend called Loneliness
RLB
Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 4:09 PM UTC
The wind still dances
The living still breathe
Despite death has come
And given reprieve
Your battle was fought
Between these two foes
Growing tired and weak
You submitted to deaths blows
Life is a soldier
Powerful and strong
But in succumbing to death
Lifes strength now is gone
It is appointed unto men
For all once to die
Though man he resist
And struggle and fight
Your battle now is over
You no more languish in pain
You won a hard fight
Now rest is your gain
RLB
My wife's best friend lost her husband just a few moments ago. He had battled cancer for a couple of years and today , he won the fight. Others may say you lost the fight you were engaged in for so long but I say "The victory is yours my friend"
Matthew 11:28
Come into me all ye that labor and are heavy laden and I will give you rest.
Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 4:55 PM UTC
If I held the master clock
And controlled it's turning hands of time
I would add forevermore
To these fleeing days of yours and mine
I would turn your seconds into minutes
Your minutes into hours
Your hours into days
And time would hold no power
Time would be no more
As men know time to be
Time would be known simply
As eternity
No more age and death
No more our bodies worn
All would have the hope
Of a precious babe newborn
No more tears of sorrow
Shed for a loved one lost to death
No more prayers would need be spoken
Pleading for just one more breath
No more of this life's decaying
No more backs heavy laden
No more time now gone
No more memories fading
Man will never hold this power
We are but slave to the tick and tock
The power of time is held in the hand
Of the one who made the master clock
RLB
Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 5:58 PM UTC
Trust in Jesus
Have no fear
He is your courage
He is always near
RLB
Oct 23, 2016
Oct 23, 2016 at 7:30 PM UTC
My body bares the weight
Of passed and passing time
After time is used
And is no longer mine
I think that it shall be
When I am called to heavens shore
My soul will forever live
As time dies and is no more
RLB
Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 7:54 AM UTC
There was once a raid
On a little Kansas town
All the raiders were killed
All except just one
He lived to tell their story
And to explain the reason why
"We was seeking glory,
We didn't mean to die"
RLB
Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 10:13 PM UTC