Sonnet- The Verve

of curds and whey

About that starting lineup,
well I think I missed the gun
but just as well
took off for other places~
I longed for mountains majesty
and all those things I hoped to see,
while others stayed
and loved familiar faces.

Some married and they bore their young,
or college-bound for work and fun
or tragedy,
well sometimes God just loses me~
The question of my failure
to connect with just one sailor,
what the heck, but strangely so,
it still amuses me.

I ponder of a hope,
that it's still possible,
within your scope,
and grateful for eleventh hour breakthroughs~
Still don't get what you wrote to me,
I bungled at the spelling bee,
you say the thing I'll get, is what I choose?

My mind it travels to and fro,
the world it feeds the input though,
and we must press the whey out from the curds~
And so I speak in vagaries,
of things to come which I can't see
but speak into reality,
if only by my words.

The power of the word,
to mezmerize and heal the hurt,
your eyes are beautiful
they've looked into my soul~
The wonder of your gaze,
it touches places, Dear,
I'd rather not be writing of,
our love, like epic poetry,
too much to share in whole.

Field and Stream

the
boonies
where you are
in the outback, and
the middle of nowhere, but
y'all like callin' it "God's Country"
cuz it's a place which is tended by God
where businessmen have yet to overrun and ravage
to fell forests,and clear the land for pretty developments
and it's a place where you are dangerously closer
to the wild elements and are self-reliant
comfortably near to the natural
free of the 'pressures' who
could encroach upon
your space and
freedoms
wow

breathing room

She turned her mind toward thoughts of God
and pondered on this thing called 'Love'
and how it felt was rather odd
to have the thing you're dreaming of.

and not to say that much had changed
from all of what she'd felt before
but just her movement towards the thing
that gently rapped upon her door

and opening, the air was clean and drifted
into darkened mess
and brought with it the scent of spring
and promise that would lead to rest

the angry pride from early age
and pain she'd buried in the deep
once heated into molten rage
had turned to steel in her sleep

and stirring up the settled dust
the softest breeze swirled room to room,
the filtered light fell on the crust
the window sill, the broken loom

the cool fresh air, she breathed it in
which fanned the flames of hope again
but woke the sleeping child within
the bitter pill, the urge to sin

and where were YOU when love was lost
and dreams were killed and hope was tossed
and where were you when I was nine
and lost my way and... one last time

I need to know where Love was when
the waves rushed in, and buildings fell
when kids were shot and parents grieved
and everything had gone to hell.

She could have slammed the door right then
He would have left, that's just His way,
she had to have it out with Him
and screamed and cried, but let Him stay.

I just don't get your kind of sense
which lets a man do what he will
to take away the innocence
to mock your name, and steal and kill.

And then the air stirred in her face
and quiet came to sandy shoal
he spoke of Love's abiding grace
and water flowed into her soul

For what is better for your strife
and what is Love, to pull the reign
to force a man to choose the life
or nudge a man to use his brain?

And what is love to steal the bride
and drag her right outside the gate?
I set you free, you run inside
I chose you then, you chose to wait.

I hear you well, I understand
the breath you breathe, your rotting tomb
I died for you and every man
to give to you back your breathing room.

Blossom

Your life is beautiful
Your life is holy
your life means everything
everything to me~

You were created
in secret places
and only God knew
the best was yet to be.

and when I found out
I was quite nervous
but when I heard your sweet heartbeat
I smiled.

'cause I was made for
this very purpose
to be your mom, little one
and you're my child.

I'll always love you
You'll know you're wanted
and in our family you'll know
you belong.

I'll help you grow up
and teach you everything
and baby, someday
you'll write your own song!

L'innocence

art nouveau

A St. Paddy's Day Poem- by Scott Kent, aka 'Hammy'

Jigglin' with seniors and shaking her can
All the while eating her green eggs and ham
When asked what's your name, it's Gina I am
Wearing green earrings with green eggs and ham
I could keep on writing 'bout Gina I am
But just now I noticed it's green eggs no ham!
Happy St. Patty's Day Gina I am
Happy St. Pat's from this man who's a ham.

The New Urkel

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gives me gas.

it's just clazy!


Beautiful, just beautiful.


Yikes!!


front roll, fat back!

Charlie Bit Me

Power in the Word

Feeling now as if I'm going under,
and it's like waitin' for the other shoe to drop~
and though I know, God, still it makes me wonder,
how a simple prayer like this can make it STOP.

Psalm 23:

1 The LORD is my shepherd, I shall not be in want.
2 He makes me lie down in green pastures,
he leads me beside quiet waters,

3 he restores my soul.
He guides me in paths of righteousness
for his name's sake.

4 Even though I walk
through the valley of the shadow of death, [a]
I will fear no evil,
for you are with me;
your rod and your staff,
they comfort me.

5 You prepare a table before me
in the presence of my enemies.
You anoint my head with oil;
my cup overflows.

6 Surely goodness and love will follow me
all the days of my life,
and I will dwell in the house of the LORD
forever.


Thank you, Lord.

the worst of me

not a lot to think about
i seem so light and easy
but suddenly the clouds roll in
and feeling kind of queasy
i run and close the windows of my soul
but just can't win
the winds are blowing up now
and the thunder's rolling in

and suddenly it's raining down
we'll have to wait it through
you try to keep your sunny side
but rain can make you blue
it beats upon this old tin roof
we're stuck inside together
you've slept right though this scene before
and understand my weather

pretty soon the rains let up
and skies begin to clear
the sunset's red and orange haze
means better days are near
we all have nasty weather
inner conficts you can't see
and when those storms come, brother
you can weather the worst of me.

whining eyes

he waved her down to where he stood, but lost her in the neighborhood
of several hundred thousand other people
and by the time she found him there, his drink was lost, she couldn't care
but stood there, drenched in sweat, beneath the steeple~
slumping down to dusty ground with legs to watch, old Stanky Brown
is dragging through his medley, nasty fella
next time carry her own chair, ice cold water, put it there
a shady spot, not hot, beneath the 'brella

whining eyes,
like her mother
he never knew it,
but
she cries
like no other
he'll see her through it
'til she dies
oh no~

sometimes, takes you years to learn, the smartest way is not to burn,
though some folks like to hang out in the trenches
next time then, she'll plan ahead, carry her own banner head
and wave it high above the other wenches~
as for now, she doesn't care, he'll find her here, or meet her where
the mist is cool, and nearer to the porties
she only wants to find her place, a laggard in the human race
and rather cold, she's old, for in her forties

whining eyes,
like her mother
he never knew it,
but
she cries
like no other
he'll see her through it
'til she dies
oh no~

Rascal Flatts- I'm Moving On

The Script- We Cry

cousin Lou

So THAT's Aunt Nora!

Gavin Rossdale- Love Remains The Same

Matthew West- More

Matthew West- You Are Everything

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