Steady like a tree

Sun is shining

It is raining

Devil beating his wife

What it's called

The Devil he's no good

Causes nothing but strife

Want to do good

Live life like I should

Temptations they are abound

Every where I turn they around

Try hard I will

Cause Jesus has paid the bill

He died for our sins

For you and me

Now we are set free

All born sinners that is true

How we act up to you

Life a hard row to hoe

At times need patience of Job

Jesus has set me free

I must stand steady like a tree

For the plan God has for me

You make it possible

Hulu

I thank you

You make it possible

With you I'm able

To watch TV without cable

All my favorites from the past

They such a blast

Back when TV was fun

3 channels black and white

That little dot on screen went out every night

Now TV on 24/7

Channels of every type

Hate to say most just hype

Back then them 3 channels black and white

TV was fun we didn't gripe

Talk with you

Nothing to do

So I will talk to you

What ya been doing

What ya up to

Hope things good

Behaving like you should

Know you are

Keep that up

And you will go far

Ok I enjoyed our chat

I got things to do

But later I be back

Just to talk with you

All over town

Stormy day

Rain looks like here to stay

But that's ok

Farmers they do need it

They been praying and pleading

All over town

This rain causing no frowns

That don't forget

I'm ok

So are you

We going to make it

That is true

You cheer up

Don't you be blue

Me and you

We be friends

Got each other

Till the end

Others will forget us

That I know

Sometimes it easy to get

Down and out

Your friend I will be

That don't forget

So long and goodbye

All is good

As Under Dog said

Never fear

I am here

No more tears

Time and the years

They do pass

Really it's been a gas

Enjoy least try

Time that left

No time to cry

So to you I say

So long and goodbye

Heartbreak

Heartbreak is a pain

I'm through with that game

Never again will I

Have to say good bye

Not going to trust

To much of a fuss

Them days over

All it got me was

Grayer and older

So guarding my heart

My love I keep

Never to part

I need a line

Into the blank screen I stare

Judas Priest on YouTube plays

Just here waiting on end of the day

Not much to do

Not much to say

Random thoughts I have

Some good

Some sad

None are bad

I know

That was a cheap rhyme

But it did save time

Didn't prep

Didn't think

Yep you guessed next line

This little dilly going to stink

What could I say

That will save the day

I need a line

That will make this dilly sound fine

Something smart

Something bright

Something that sounds just right

This could be a long one

How am I getting out of this

Hold on I've just begun

Now I have it

Know what to say

It's been fun

Have a good day

Hummingbirds

Hummingbirds I see

Things not much bigger

Than a bumble bee

Morn noon night

They in flight

Rain or shine

They don't mind

Things I see

Things I see

Some bother me

I see souls

That want to be free

Trapped in their misery

This can't be their history

But it's their destiny

Nothing can be done

For them no more hope

No more days in sun

Enjoyed by me

A pretty day

All I can say

Just came in

That's where I've been

Mid August it is

But felt like fall day

Enjoyed by me

I will say

Care to guess

More like this

On the way

15

15 on a summers night

Smell of Formosa

Fills the air

15 not a care

Doors Light My Fire

We do hear

Young hearts

Full of cheer

15 on a summers night

Everything is alright

Thought feeling would last

Only if could

15 on a summers night

Everything is sweet

All is good

You

You get me tongue tied

You make me blush

Talking with you

Gives me such a rush

You can make me mad

Make my blood boil

Around you I see double

Really you're nothing but trouble

You I don't like

Please leave me alone

Just take a hike

Go far away

Have a nice day

Inspiration

Come on inspire me

I need to write

Nothing sappy or sad

Something witty and bright

Let it be good not bad

Come on help me now

You can do it if you try

Don't make me beg

Don't make me cry

I need inspiration

End my desperation

Careful of my thoughts

Got to line my hat with tin foil today.This is the reason why.Last night I was thinking how nice a cup of chipped ice would be.I had a hot Coke and ice was needed.Never did I ask for a cup but would you believe that someone brought me a cup and I asked whats this.They answered and said the ice you wanted.So my brain must be sending out these signals and thoughts to people.I must be careful of what I'm thinking.Like the old joke they must have esp or is that ESPN.

Today

Today I write happy thoughts

Not about battles fought

Of cheerful nice things

Things that are sweet

Things that are bright

Look at things in another light

Today no fights

Love everyone

Peace to all

Talk to ya later

Take care y'all

World peace

World peace

My plan

Everybody do this

Pick a day

Everyone boy girl woman man

Have a weenie roast

All at same time

Hard to fight

With hot dog in hand

World peace

My plan

High on the hog

A good trade I think.This is the deal.Roommate had an extra sausage biscuit.A real pork sausage not one of those fake turkey things.I had waffles and sugar free syrup that didn't look so good to me. So we swapped.Now I'm all set with a real pork sausage biscuit and some OJ for a mid day snack.Guess you could say I'm eating high on the hog.

Sir Slick Gary

Willie Lonnie Mr.B

Sir Slick Gary

Friends to me

Long haul us

Sir Slick Gary

We do tease

Claim as brother

Never had another

Till the end

They my friends

Easy

Easy way is

Sometimes not best

Stick through it

Even though hard

Pain is great

Tears do flow

Don't give up

Day will come

All is done

One of those days

Oh boy what can I say.Everybody is just sitting around looking like their best friend has died.Like the butter has fallen off their biscuit.Like their dog ran off with the mailman or something as bad.Is there a full moon tonight I wonder?Maybe it just one of those days.Bet you have a few like this yourself every so often

The hum drums.Bored outta your gourd type of day.The blues.A day where watching grass grow or paint drying on the wall would be a more exciting type of day.

First to cry

The first to cry.That was me.54 years ago,6 years old,1st grade,Southwest Elementary,Ms.Porter my teacher.

School had been on for a few months when this happened.Some background info.I had been hit in the eye with a rock thrown by a older neighborhood kid by accident least I hope it was.Off to the doctor I was taken and the eye was patched up and I looked like a pirate.

Sitting in class it started hurting,aching and I cried.Ms.Porter made the comment I was the first to cry in class that year.Embarrassed I was but it could not be helped.I was in pain.

What brought all this back was today is the first day of school and I overheard someone talking about their little boy's first day at school.

Sun in face

On a chopper I go riding

Great being free

From no one I'm hiding

Way it should be

Never same road I travel

Just stay off roads of gravel

My idol Then Came Bronson TV show

Fueled my need to go

Sun in face

Wind to back

Gone forever

Not a trace

Left to see

Way I want it to be

Dog days

Dog days.I never fully understood what dog days are.Momma would always tell me don't walk in the morning dew barefooted during dog days.The reason being if you had a cut or something similar on your foot it would get infected easy.Another explanation I've heard is that during dog days it's so hot that dogs go crazy with the heat.

So what ever the reason it's called dog days I think it is going on now.Sounds like a little investigating on the internet should be done.Think I will.

For you I wish

Did you ever love me

I would like to know

Was it just for show

I remember how we cried

When things died

Your smile always reminded me

Of the way things could be

Did we give up

Did we let love die

In the end both of us

Didn't try

Not sad

Not mad

Thank God for the time we had

For you I wish

Happiness peace

A good life

Free from strife

Always remember till the end

I want to be your friend

Stuck in my head

Stuck in my head

This thing called dread

Wish it would go away

Let me have peace for today

That what I pray

Leave me alone

This thing called dread

Stuck in my head

Walking the walk

Walk the walk and talk the talk.I'm much better at talking the talk than walking the walk.Let me explain.Talking about being a Christian here. Can give lip service which is no big deal.Say this say that to the point I feel like a hypocrite.

Now walking the walk is a different thing.I'm not talking about the physical act of walking.Doing what you preach,putting into motion things talked about.Doing whats right,good and living sin free.That is walking the walk.

The Lord knows my heart and I am trying.

If I wanted to

If I wanted to

I could make you cry

With things I could write

If I wanted to

I could show you my pain

With things I could write

If I wanted to

I could let you see my fears

With things I could write

If I wanted to

I could show you my tears

With things I could write

If I wanted to

Airplane

Big airplane in the sky

Day and night

I see them fly

Silver and shiny

Them airplanes be

From where I'm at none look tiny

Where they going

Where they been

I wonder who's on them

Popcorn

Popcorn good

Sure was great

Big bag I just ate

No salt it had

Butter was plenty

Did have sugar

It was sweet

If I had Twitter

This I would tweet

Sorry

I don't Facebook

I don't Twitter

Don't get mad

Don't get bitter

Done been deleted

Done lost some friends

I will say sorry

Though much belated

Can't be helped

I do hate it

Officer Don

Officer Don and the Popeye Club.WSB TV channel 2 weekday afternoons is where you could find me.This was in the 1950's.

Popeye cartoons and silly games like ewww we gooey.I was looking up a picture of another childhood memory,Bestoink Dooley when I seen this.Late 50's Officer Don came to LaGrange Theater on Main Street and of course I had to go.Daddy took me.This was at the old show as we called the movies back then.

Great movies like To Kill A Mockingbird,Swiss Family Robinson,war movies staring John Wayne in The Longest Day.A simpler and more innocent time.

Day

Bright is the sun

This Sunday morn

Day just begun

Hope it will bring

Us all good things

Wilie Coyote

Wilie Coyote.I can relate with my old Saturday morning friend.Many times I found myself cheering for him in his endeavors of trying to catch Roadrunner.He should have bought stock in the Acme company because he tried everything they offered in his quest of catching ole beep beep.

So I guess being the underdog like Wilie Coyote does not pay off.But this I know is true.Bet there are a lot of people out there like me who always,just a little bit,for one time,wish Wilie could catch Roadrunner just that once.

What I am

I'm a redneck

Yes it's true

Born down south

That's no doubt

Them old trucks

Dirty full of rust

20 gauge pump in the back

Sitting neatly in a rack

In my pocket 40 cal Glock

Just in case I need to clean your clock

My jeans I do wear

Don't matter if they got a tear

White T's with smeared with grease

Not my style wearing fleece

Chew backy and dip snuffy

I'm not fat just kinda fluffy

Bubba is my dawg

When riding in da truck

Give Bubba some room
Don't be a hawg

Redneck I am

Redneck I be

What I am

Is what ya see

I don't qualify

Throw the first stone

This I can't do

I don't qualify

How about you

Judge

This I can't do

I don't qualify

How about you

With God at my side

Never have I wondered

Why God hasn't healed me

Not His will

Not His plan

So it wont be

Never could I be mad

Yes at times

I'm sad

This I know

All for a reason

At times I don't understand

But there is a plan

Brighter day

On the way

No more tears

No more fears

Not alone

With God at my side

Take it all in stride

He touched with His hand

I will trust in His plan

Cheetos

Cheetos I do like

Mess with mine

We do fight

I bop you here

I bop you there

Even muss up your hair

Cheetos I do like

Don't mess with mine

You do that

We get along just fine

Some things

Some things I see

Some things I hear

Some more than I can bare

Some things happy

Some things sad

Some things just bad

Some things wrong

Some things right

Some things make you fight

Some things true

Some people lie

Some people like you

Still

Where should I start

At times you broke my heart

I looked up to you

Just made me blue

After all this time

It's still on my mind

I'm a liar

Late at night

Can't sleep

Might as well

Try to write

Something witty

Maybe bright

I find it fun

Something years ago

I should have done

Never amount to anything

Been told

Now I'm old

Nothing to prove

A way to pass the day

Can't be taken away

On radio Doors play

Music from

Back in the day

Not sleepy yet

Up all night

A good bet

Doors they inspire

Not really

I'm a liar

Time to close

Starting to doze

Mood

I'm in a mood

Is that bad

Don't we all get sad

Ain't ya crazy if always glad

Someone asked if depressed

Might be why I don't know

Nothing bothering me I can say

Could be this

Could be that

Maybe it's just the day

Blame

Things I seen

Things I done

Some bring shame

I'm to blame

Always unsure

Always insecure

Way I am

Don't speak up

Don't shout out

What life is about

Always wrong

Never right

I'm to blame

Blue tail lights

Blue tail lights

On a dark night

Such a pretty sight

Where you going

Where you been

On your machine

Road ahead

Freedom

Behind you

Dread

Blue tail lights

On a dark night

Such a pretty sight

Walker Texas Ranger

Walker Texas Ranger

I watch him on TV

Walker he do fight

But between you and me

Walker not to bright

Badmen they pull guns

But Walker will do this

He do that kung fu thang

Using his feet and fists

Grits

Grits

With salt and butter

I sure like em

But can make my heart flutter

Heart attack grits they called

Don't get em to soupy or thick

Be sure to stir em with a stick

Make mine hot

Make a big pot

Never get hungry

When grits we got

When I die

Bury me in my jeans

When I die

Old and faded will be ok

For me no suit or tie

Clean white pocket T

Way I want it to be

Don't forget my black sneakers

No socks needed

Comfy even in death I say

I want to be ready

For judgement day

Biscuits and taters

Fry me some taters

That would be great

Pile em high on my plate

Crispy brown salt for taste

None will go to waste

Bake some biscuits

Brown and fluffy

Biscuits and taters

Oh my

So good they make you cry

Women on choppers

Women on choppers

Dont mess with them

Women on choppers

Can be mean

Women on choppers

Like to fight

Women on choppers

Kick scratch hit and bite

Women on choppers

Could woop me any day

Women on choppers

Cute as can be

Women on choppers

This I say

Women on choppers

Make my day

In my dreams

Coconuts and shells

From the sea

Down to the ocean

I'd rather be

Them swaying palms

So delightful to see

Grass hut on beach

Warm sand under feet

Oh such a treat

In my dreams

I can go

Laying back

Just going with the flow

Hope

Wont complain

Wont gripe

This global warming thing

Might not be hype

Hot it was

Hot it is

Summer I once liked

Now I wish

For cooler days

Of falling leaves

Of bundled hay

Smell of wood smoke

Them days come soon

Bring on the harvest moon

This I hope

Evil

Your beauty your smile

The evil in your heart

It can't hide

I see through you

The veil you wear

Your long blond hair

Eyes of brown and so tall

Evil shows through it all

103 in the hood

103 in the hood

That don't sound good

103 what the thermometer do say

Waiting on cooler day

Lucky we have AC

Some that lucky can't be

103 in the hood

Thankful AC cooling like it should

Igloo made of ice

Right now feel nice

Get out the hose pipe

Cure our need to gripe

That would feel good if we could

103 in the hood

Rabbit named Charlie

Rabbit named Charlie

Charlie had this thing

He thought he was a human being

Charlie rode big Harleys

Long floppy ears and two flat feet

Charlie had never been beat

Then he met a turtle named Rhonda

You guessed it you are ahead of me

Yes Rhonda rode a Honda

There comes a time in every rabbits life

When he thinks of a wife

Now you got it wrong

I know what your thinking

Charlie and Rhonda didn't get to gather

Rhonda fell for another fella

His name was Mr Wong

Mr Wong was from Hong Kong

Rhonda who rode a Honda

And Mr Wong from Hong Kong

They got married

A son they did got

His name they did call

Now naming him this took some gall

Have you guessed his name

Yes you where right

Rhonda who rode a Honda

And Mr Wong

Named him King Kong

Son of Rhonda and Mr Wong

The thin short line

The short thin line

Between love and hate

The short thin line

It do separate mates

The thin short line

Makes all your words sound unkind

The thin short line

Sometimes it makes love blind

The thin short line

Hate a waste of time

Lets go

Lets go get in the car

Away we travel away real far

To the beach on this hot day

Don't that sound ok

Better yet how bout this

A cool riverboat ride down the Mis a sip

Truth of the matter be

Think I'll just stay here under the AC

Heaven to me

Heaven to me

This is how it be

Sunday dinner on the ground

All my family around

Kin long since gone

Now all at home

Shaded by the old oak tree

This is how it be

Grandpas Grandmas others I never met

Oh how I think that would be sweet

Heaven to me

That's how it would be

Alone

Alone all by myself

Alone my heart I put on a shelf

Alone maybe it's for the best

Alone time to give it a rest

Memory of you

My memory of you

Fading fast

Your face I can't see

One of those things that didn't last

My memory of you

Now just something of the past

Your face I can't see

Never thought this would be

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

If ya don't mind

Three words I have to say

Chili cheese fries

A big plate would make my day

So my homies in da hood

This is what would be so good

If ya got some spare cash

Won't ya make a dash

Cruise right over to Checkers if ya don't mind

Big plate of chili cheese fries if ya be so kind

Harleys

Big colorful loud with lots of chrome

Those Harleys they do roam

Up down the road they go

Most look like just for show

For me a Harley with training wheels would work

But that's not cool I would look like a dork

Wish I may wish I might

Maybe I could get a trike

Pine tree

As I watch the Pine tree sway

I think to myself what a beautiful day

Way up high

Headed for the big blue sky

Georgia Pines from the mountains to the sea

A more delightful sight there can't be

Whisper of the wind through the trees

Oh how wonderful on a summers eve

You never gave up on me

Lord I need your wisdom and blessings today

For this I do pray

That I will be a light to those I meet

With love kindness I want to speak

At times I fall short

But by your blood I've been bought

Even at times your love I fought

Not now I thought

You never gave up on me Lord

Many I have failed

But you Lord never was ashamed

With you I had no blame

Georgia

Georgia I'm born and raised

Never can I give enough praise

Mountains to the sea

Georgia is the place for me

Aroma of Formosa fills the air

On a summer eve takes away my cares

Brown Thrashers and the Pines

Can there be a better find

Georgia is my home

Never again will I roam

Jesus my Lord

God is good

This we all know

Jesus His son died for our sins

So we might live again

Jesus did cry

I'm sure he didn't want to die

Oh my Lord think of his pain

But think of what we gained

At times I feel unworthy and want to cry

But then I think of Jesus

He loves us so much he gladly did die

Writing this my eyes fill with tears

Jesus my Lord takes away my fears

Veggies

Sure need some rain

Price of groceries will be a pain

Tomatoes cucumbers price is high

Some won't be able to buy

Best if you grow your own

Least give it a try

Watermelons I seen on truck

Remember when they cost a buck

I like onions and peas

They are what I need

Buttermilk and cornbread

That's what us Po folks are fed

Taters fried on a plate

Something no one hates

Turnip and collards they are green

My favorites they are keen

Veggies I always ate

Never ever was it up for debate

Food in the hood

Food in the hood

Today it sure was good

Surprised us all

I sure had a ball

Steak sandwich and onion rings

I sure like those things

Tale of the turkey

Turkey no more

Never to fly again

Turkey now in a can

Never again to fly

Turkey go bye bye

Car hit turkey it did splatter

Turkey now served on a platter

So Ms J

What can you say

The turkey

Wasn't his lucky day

Deja Vu

I had the strongest feeling of having been here done that before this morning.It felt like a blanket being tossed over me.It was a weird feeling.Often in our lives we have that odd feeling of reliving a moment in our life.Deja Vu.It doesn't happen very often to me but at times that feeling will get my attention.I can't say that reincarnation is real or not but tales of people knowing their past life's are well known.Often a vision of a tall Oak tree will pop into my head.It must be summer time because the tree is loaded with leaves and it looks so inviting on a hot day just to rest under it's shade.I have this strong feeling that there is a grave under that tree.My grave. Where I was buried during the Civil War.I even know the town it's located in.Roanoke,Alabama.Maybe these things are glimpses of the past or something else,what I don't know.

OCD

Once you called me OCD

At the time it didn't matter to me

So I like things in order

Every thing had to be so so

Not just scattered about the floor

Neat as a pin

Now tell me whats wrong with that?

By the way hang up your hat

Do as you want as you like

Because I see different don't tell me take a hike

Don't tell me whats wrong whats right

I can figure it out at times I'm bright

So as this comes to an end

I will try to mend and bend

Really cant you be just my friend

Strange

This is getting weird

I have this need to rhyme

Even though it's strange at times

I try controlling my urge

But out of my system I must purge

Whats going on I wonder

Maybe I should stop now

Before a blunder

Killing time

When it rains

Some have pain

Ain't things strange

Chickens grown on the range

Are they better than ones on the plains

Questions I have

Why do folks behave bad

That hot dog last night was the best I've had

Guess it's all true

So guess no need to be blue

Now this is getting silly

I had a cousin named Billy

Just killing time here

Nothing better to do

So my friend what about you?

Ode to the hot dog

A poem for the hot dog

I will write it for my blog

No I wasn't a hog

Some can eat many

One for me was plenty

Bought by Ms R

Brought to my room by Ms C

Microwaved by Ms B

Oh so good it hit the spot

Just right for me it was hot

Hot dog in a bun

Such simple fun

Thank you Ms R

Thank you Ms C

Thank you Ms B

I would write more

But rhyming is a chore

And I'm short of time

But the hot dog was fine

A day in the life

A day for me.Around 5 am the nurse comes around checking if we are still kicking.No really that is when we get our first finger pricking of the day checking our sugar level and if we need some insulin or if our sugar has dropped and we need something to bring it up.I get my best sleep from then till around 7 am when the CNA of the day comes in seeing if we need anything.They are our Angels we depend on them so much.I do for just about everything.Around 8 am our well least my favorite meal of the day,breakfast.I choose to have grits,scrambled eggs,bacon with biscuit or pancakes or french toast.2 cups of coffee,black,no sugar for me and OJ rounds it out.I'm a late riser and usually have my lunch here in my room.Lunch can vary and is ok most of the time.Lately my favorite and most desired lunch is a country fried steak sandwich with battered fried okra a strange combo but really good.Tea,sweet tea of course and iced,coffee and a soda if you want with a desert of some type and that is lunch.There are sorts of things to do if you choose.Something every day.A trip or just a party celebrating a special day,birthday or holiday.I will admit my favorite are things like chili day,dip day with those margaritas,non alcoholic of course.The other day we had fried green tomatoes as a snack grown right here in the garden with a biscuit and I think homemade fig preserves.By this time if I'm going to get up I do.A lot of days for me just laying here looking out the window watching the goings on is enough for me.I know most would be bored out of their gord by now but really it suits my personality.Around 5 pm supper arrives and like lunch it can vary.My favorite is the meatloaf,cornbread,with collards.If I'm up around or a bit after 7 pm when the next shift of Nurses and CNA's check in I'm ready for the bed where I can relax.Till I fall asleep I try to be creative and write some.So there you have it my friend,a day in the life of me at TFH.

Another day

Oh boy.Stormy day.Rainy night in Georgia.Rain it did.Wind blew yes.Hail peppered cars yep.Power was lost for an hour.A tree down was the culprit I heard.The emergency generator came on and there was light but not in the rooms here at TFH.Right at supper time all this took place.Now back in my room after a good hot shower relaxing and listening to some old Beatles music.So another day of excellence is coming to an end.

Time

Days are long

Nights are longer

Time does drag

Time goes fast

It's the beginning

Or is it the end

Why I did it

Why I did it.The plunge was taken.A drastic move on my part.I shaved my beard.A moustache and goatee is all that's left.The reasons for shaving are.My roomies are having a hard time sleeping because I reminded them of Charles Manson.Some unknown person or persons shaved it off while I was sleeping.I committed a crime and this is my disguise.I noticed myself in the mirror yesterday and gee I looked like Grizzly Adams.But the number one reason I shaved is a mistake was made while trimming it so I had to do something.So take your choice why I shaved.I would go with the last reason.

Redneck being poetic

I'm a redneck

Yes it's true

Nascar is ok

Does that make you blue?

But keep your snuff and backy

That stuff will make you wacky

I like me grits

That is just pure bliss

Taters and cornbread with pink eye peas

Sure better than being stung by bees

I say CoCola you say Pop

I can eat BBQ till I drop

I sit in a cheer

And I sleep on the flo

Make sure when you leave to shut the doe

Sitting by the winder I watch you drive

Boy it gives me hives

The sky is blue

That we know as true

Yes I'm a redneck it's confirmed

Tell the truth now

How about you?

Poodles and Abe Lincoln

Big fluffy white clouds moving from the east to the west.Guess they are coming from the Atlantic Ocean.Making faces out of the clouds is a way to past time for me.Animals mostly dogs are easily seen.Poodles are abundant for some reason.Abe Lincoln is another image in the clouds noticed alot.What it all means who knows.Maybe it's just something to write about on a slow moving hot summer Saturday.Maybe it's a cover for what I'm really feeling.

Harleys in the rain

The sun is shining.It's thundering.We have rain.The hummingbirds are fluttering around their feeder.Friday 13th.I'm looking out the big window watching traffic on 29 as I wait on supper.You know,for some reason those guys on the big loud Harleys don't look so cool in the rain.Maybe I'm jealous of them.It seems like so much fun riding with the wind in your face.Like it was when I was a kid on my bicycle but with all that horsepower.

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Booooo!

Booooo! Enjoy your Friday the 13th.Maybe this is why I have been dreaming of little black kitty cats.They have always had a special place in my heart.

Those brown eyes and that smile

It must be true.I have heard that when we get older we take enjoyment in thinking of the past.

I sure do because lately I've been doing a lot of it.Today and on a few other occasions I get a wif of my favorite cologne as a young teenager.English Leather.It takes me back to another time.Almost a flashback of things I felt and did back then.

It takes me back to High School and a girl.Her name was Mary Alice.I was so shy,awful shy.We never had any classes to gather and my only connection with her was the hallways during class changing and the lunch room.

Just shared glimpses.Those brown eyes and that smile I can see now.Once she spoke to me saying hi.I can remember stuttering and stammering out the words hi back to her.Often I have wondered what if.What if I had been brave enough and not so shy.

So after all these years I still think of those days of passing by Mary Alice in the hall.If only I could live my life over.

Another breathing human being

I just read where a woman kept her dead husband in the house so she would not be alone.She just wanted someone to talk to and watch TV with her.I have been lonely in my life at times and it can be miserable.Like a song says just because I'm alone doesn't mean I'm lonely.At times I enjoy the peace and quiet and solitude of just being by myself.Then again it sure is nice being around people for that fellowship we all need.To connect with another breathing human being..

Make her mad Daddy

My Daddy was what you called a sewing machine mechanic at the mill.There was one woman who was never satisfied with the way her machine run.Daddy would work on it but she was never pleased.She would bless Daddy out,putting it mild,but later on she would be remorseful.Never would she apologize to Daddy but instead she would bake a cake and tell him to give Johnny(me) this cake.So to make a long story short every so often I would say Daddy we need cake time to make her mad again.

Hawk

Hawk in sky

Hawk flying high

Hawk is free

Hawk I want to be

Made by elves

Everyone has a dream or fantasy.

Some dream of money,love or fame.Mine is a bit more simpler and down to earth.

I think.

Here goes,my deepest darkest desire of my heart.

I like cookies.Chocolate chip cookies the hard kind.Dunk them in my coffee or buttermilk and talk of something good.

Daily the Keebler cookie truck passes by my window.Keebler you remember are the cookies made by elves.

My fantasy is this.The cookie truck stops on the road in front of me.The driver gets out looks up the road then down the road and looks in my direction waves and smiles.

He walks to the back of the big cookie truck and opens it up.Again he looks around seeing if he is being noticed and waves at me again.Inside the truck he disappears and shortly returns.

In his hands I see it.

A case of Keebler made by elves chocolate chip cookies just made for dunking.He points to me and then runs to the big bush by the roadside.

There Mr cookie man leaves his prize.A whole case of Keebler chocolate chip cookies just for me.

Now I just need someone to run down to the big bush by the road and claim my prize.I will gladly share with you.

Just wait till the Mr coffee truck passes and leaves us some Folgers original roast coffee.

Like magic

Nighttime can be the worse time it seems.I'm talking about pain.What ever the reason and I'm sure there is one, pain or any kind of sickness is worse at night when you are trying to sleep.Blessed is me because pain has skipped me for most of my life till recently.My feet.They hurt.It feels like my heels are digging into the bed and they must be because I have rubbed spots on them.And my ankles are the same way.It is not the worst pain but when trying to sleep it's just enough to keep me awake.Here at the home,Twin Fountains, the wound nurse has me wearing these boots that are helping alot.They are big elephant feet looking things that wrap around your feet like a big comfy pillow.Before I was wearing what I called my Herman Munster boots.They where also like braces for keeping my legs straight.If you have ever stepped into a red ant nest you know what my pain is like.Being a diabetic I have to be careful with my feet.Wounds don't heal good sometimes and that can lead to big problems.So this would be a good research problem for the scientists out there maybe they can figure out why pain is worse at night.Let the sun rise and like magic the pain disappears.

I want a ride !

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Tales from the big window

Tales from the big window.Not much is going on which is ok with me.Lazy day I just stayed in bed.Thursday around midnight a thunder boomer woke me up with some of the hardest rain I've seen lately.Sheets of rain and the road was like a little pond and cars where causing rooster tails pushing the water out of the way.It was a fast and hard rain and most likely won't help peoples gardens.What we need is a slow soaking all day rain.The thunder and lighting was nice.The 4th was a good day.BBQ,baked beans and watermelon.Can you say (I Ate To Much).Later round dark I watched the fireworks from the big window.All said and done I really can't complain.

The thrown away

A rainy day,white lines on the edge of the road flying by.Windshield wipers moving to a beat that hypnotizes.This feeling of sadness and no hope comes over me.For an instant I felt like the dog who was no longer wanted being left on the side of the road.Once loved and now confused, scared, all alone.How sad for the unloved,unwanted, thrown away of the world.

Chester Cheetos

Chester Cheetos is a friend of mine

I have him over all the time

Cheesy and crunchy oh so good

Chester is welcome to my hood

My friend Ms J brings him by

Even when I'm sleeping he stops in and says hi

Cheesy and crunchy oh so good

Chester is welcome to my hood

Gnarls Barkley - Crazy LYRICS

If I get out of here alive

July 4th 1975 I was laying in a hospital bed at Crawford W Long on Peachtree Street Atlanta,Georgia.

I was having tests run on me trying to figure out what was going on in my body.Falling daily now and getting weaker.

Least I had a good view right on one of the busiest streets downtown Atlanta.

23 years old and I had just about convinced myself my life was over.The neurologist was having the test done on me.A human pin cushion I felt like with needles stuck in every part of my body hooked up to an oscilloscope.What seemed like every few hours nurses would come in taking huge doses of blood from me.Down to the OR a muscle biopsy was done.

From a Sunday to Friday I was there.All alone with plenty of time to ponder and think things over.

From my window I could see the sales lot of a Pontiac dealer.I got this big idea and that idea was if I get out of this alive I'm going to buy me a brand new Firebird Trans Am.

Black and blue and sore I left the hospital.

Back to LaGrange.

September of 1976 comes around and the new cars are out.Shopping around I found out that the insurance on a Trans Am for a 23 year old was ridiculous.So I settled for a 76 Formula 400 Firebird.They where just like the Trans Ams sorta.Golden rod yellow with an orange stripe across the top and down the sides.Black interior with a 8 track tape player.For those who don't know what 8 track players are don't ask .It looked liked a bumble bee someone told me.I never drove it to work but drove an old 1946 Dodge pickup which is another story it's self.

So tomorrow is another July 4th.This is a story of one of mine in the past.