Friday, July 27, 2012

You know the type

It's almost night
Not quite
But close enough
What should I write
Maybe about how things are getting tough
We all know that
Don't have to be bright
I know a subject
It's about those people who are always right
You know the type
Their dog would never bite
My way or the highway
Them folks can take a hike


Bike of my dreams


Honda 750
Bike of my dreams
They where so cool
I did drool
Man they sounded good
When cruising the hood
Metallic colors of purple and green
As us old folks say they sure were keen
But those were of years ago
Them days never see no mo



Try kindness and love

Every thing I see
Can be poetry to me
The way you walk
The way you talk
No need being sad
No need being mad
Try make things good
Least try we should
Eyes windows of the soul
Least what I've been told
Careful what you say
Words can make or break
Try kindness and love
Really that's all it takes

Save the day

Clouds black blue white
Sky a beautiful sight
Trees swaying with the breeze
Rain on way
It's what we need
Way behind on rain
Causing farmers lots of pain
Only way out would be a hurricane
Rain would be gained
Wish there was another way
To save the day

Happy day

A month of Sundays
Dog day afternoons
Happens every blue moon
Blueberry winter
Indian summer
Birds of a feather
Flock togather
Whats wrong is right
Whats right now wrong
Father knows best
Momma said not to come
Don't cry over spilt milk
Whats done is done
Cats away mice will play
Have a happy day


Twinkling of an eye

Watch the eastern sky
Listen for sound of the trumpet
Be ready
Hour or day not known
Dead in Christ will rise from grave
All else gathered up
Meeting in the sky
All in the twinkling of an eye




A better day

Laying here in bed
Glad I'm not dead
Some not with luck
Sun and moon never to see again
Missed by all their friends
I tell you true
Don't be blue
A better time on the way
It could happen any day
Don't feel sad
When things get bad
Smile and be glad
A better day is to be had