Stormy mood

I have this need to write today.But the subject escapes me at the moment.Can't focus on one thing all these thoughts are going through my brain.I'm going a hundred miles per hour and spinning my wheels.

I'm just taking in everything around me.Hummingbirds outside my window have took up a lot of my attention today.Two of them flirting around the feeder doing what who knows .Are they fighting,flirting or just playing.Reminds me of a pair on a seesaw back and forth.

My mood today I would call stormy. A good day for a rain.That would be fun just laying back watching it come down.Might get that chance next week because some tropical storms are down south and headed this way.No floods or hurricanes please thank you.

Oh well maybe later something interesting will come to me.Till then this will have to do.

Daddy just stopped by

Daddy just stopped by.Guess he was checking up on me.He didn't stay long but it sure was nice him visiting me for awhile.

Daddy has been dead for 20 years now.Before you start thinking I've gone completely wacky let me explain.

Daddy always used Lucky Tiger hair oil that he bought from the barber shop.Every so often I get this strong smell of that tonic.When I smell it I always feel like he is checking up on me.Sorta like being my guardian angel.It is a nice feeling.

Stop by anytime Daddy.Love and miss you.

Caught in a phase shift

The natives are restless today.Short tempered and fussy.I woke at 5am and noticed it real quick like.I think the butter has slid off a lot of folks biscuits.Could be a full moon is on the way.Maybe people are caught in a phase shift and their good side is being blocked.What ever the reason I'm laying low going with the flow today.Help us all we may need it.

The red badge of courage

Red badge of courage.I think we all have suffered from it at some point in our life.For those who are not familiar with it this explains it.There was a movie and most likely a book about a solider who was in the Civil War.During the heat of battle he deserted his post and was running away.On his flight from the fighting he struck his head on a low hanging tree branch.Knocked unconscious and bleeding from his accidental head wound he was found by his comrades.

His fellow soldiers thought he had been shot while fighting the battle.They where treating him as a hero.The solider did not confess his real reason for being wounded.He was told how brave and fearless he had been while other soldiers confessed of being terrified and had run away from the battle.

Ashamed of his actions the solider went along with the with the praise he was receiving.But all this had a profane affect on him.He found out that he wasn't the only one who had been afraid and deserted the fight.In the next battle he rallied his comrades and led them into battle.Still afraid but now not ashamed of being afraid because he knew everyone else was also.

So the red badge of courage he wore.We all have at some point in our life.Taking credit for things not earned or deserved.Not telling the whole truth and nothing but the truth.

Our little conversations

Hello how are you my friend of friends?Hope every thing is going great for you today.And how is my day you ask?I can't complain,every thing is going good.Great so we all are doing good,having fun and enjoying life.A red letter hokie dorrie day we can call it.And if I may ask how are you feeling?Great that's what I wanted to hear.Me? I'm fine also thank you for asking.You know what?I sure enjoy our little conversations.We must do it again real soon.Bye for now!

What can I say about you

What can I say about you

About all the wonderful things you do

Things that are nice

You don't mind doing twice

What can I say about you

Things that are good and true

How you go far far out of your way

So I can have a wonderful pleasant day

What can I say about you

How proud you are

To me you are a star

I have faith that you will go far

On a star lit Georgia night

Sound of a whipper will

On a star lit Georgia night

Always been to me a delight

Croaking of bull frogs around a pond

On a star lit Georgia night

Always a sound that's fond

Wind through the pines

On a star lit Georgia night

Always a sound I think is fine

Fire flies filling the sky

On a star lit Georgia night

Always a beautiful sight

Places

Places I know

Sugar Hill

The S curve

Skeeter Flats

Places like this

Bacon Level

Population fifty

Places that are nifty

Eagle,Alabama

Yes it's a place

Standing Rock

No bigger than a city block

These places are real

There are many more

Naming them all

Would be a chore

Exposing my heart

Where should I start

How much should I say

Without exposing my heart

I have things to say

Should I keep them to myself

These feelings I deal with every day

I think a lot

Early in the morn till late at night

It does nothing but trouble it got

Leave things alone

Don't rock the boat

Keep the burden inside it I can tote

Even if alone

Fall is coming soon

I feel it in my bones

Times like that

Wish I was home

Where I felt safe and secure

Where the memories are so dear

Wish I was home

Even if alone

Cooking and cleaning

I don't mind

It was a good way

To past away time

Yes to be back home

Life was good

Felt like it should

Even if alone

Stroke of good luck

A stroke of good luck

Has come my way

Twenty dollars twenty bucks

I did find today

How should I spend it

What should I do

If you where here

I would spend it on you

We could eat some tacos

Maybe a pizza to share

That sounds good

Oh yeah we should

Yes that I would do

I would gladly share with you

Yep twenty bucks found

Get yourself ready lets go to town

Guess I'm getting old

Snap crackle pop

Think I'm getting old

Least that's what

I've been told

Hair getting gray

My beard to

Yes I'm getting old

What can I do

My memory is fading

This is true

Guess what now

I can't remember you

Guess this happens to us all

Now I'm just old

If I may say so

If I may be so bold

Call me lazy

You can call me crazy

But I must be getting old

Because things are a little hazy

Life as it should be

If life was like it should be

I would like living in a tree

In a tree house way up high

The roof almost touching the sky

If life was the way I wanted

All children would be happy

Never to be hurt or taunted

Every child would know their Daddy

If I had my way and had a say

Everyone would be free from hunger

Enough for all every day

That should be the American way

If life was fair

Everyone would really care

Free from fear and pain

There would be no injustice to bare

I feel crappy

I feel crappy

I need a nappy

Woke up at three

Sick as could be

Head was hurting

Sore throat to

Took a Tylenol

What else could I do

I feel better

Just light headed

Think I will make it

If not I'll just fake it

Heaven or Hell

Heaven or Hell

Choice up to you

What you believe

What you do

I don't know

But I've been told

Hell is hot

There your soul will rot

God is all

Jesus is his Son

Where we go

Depends on what we done

If you know you know

Where you will go

Jesus is the light

He will save your life

All things southern

Things all southern

I know alot

Them old things

We never forgot

Things like grits

With buttered biscuits

Taters piled high

Gotta be fried

Co Colas and peanuts

Moonpies they fine

First class cuisine

We do dine

Dale Earnhardt

Junior too

Richard Petty

Love that blue

Red Georgia clay

In we play

Watermelon we eat

On summer day

Yes I'm southern

Born and bred

Here be buried

When I'm dead

Life

Short is life

Full of strife

We are here

Full of fear

Some days good

Lot are bad

Do best can

With what have

Take in stride

Our time abide

One at time

On my mind

Enjoy each minute

Time will come

When there none

Life then done

My Dear Jane

You are crazy

Wacky can be

Nutty you are

Batty yes sir'ree

This is plain

My Dear Jane

You never change

Bad Like Cain

Caused some pain

Way you act

Stabbed me back

My Dear Jane

Take the train

Use the tracks

Don't come back

My Dear Jane

Don't you cry

Stop your lie

I nearly die

My Dear Jane

Grand Pa

Grand Pa Haynes

I miss you

Bootlegger and moonshiner

Did your best

Kept family fed

Better than rest

Grand Pa Haynes

Find no fault

Lesson you taught

Grand Pa Smith

I never met

You Baptist preacher

Son was teacher

Grand Pa Smith

You died young

Grand Ma fret

At your death

Grand Pa Smith

Hope to meet

Walking barefooted

Walking barefooted

This I like

Walking on thick grass

Such a blast

Careful though

Don't stump your toe

Watch those splinters

They you can get

Shoes in house

They not needed

Never made sense

Wasted money spent

Walking barefooted

Way to go

Them ole shoes

You can throw

Salad day

What to do

What to say

Where to go

Where to stay

Today is Friday

My salad day

Big and tall

Eat it all

Stacked fully loaded

Salads be fine

Eaten all time

Fine way dine

Great with tater

Good with pizza

Salads they are

Dressing from jar

Only thing wrong

Don't last long

My excuse

Well. Today what I wrote probably didn't make much sense.Excuse me but writing was a little bit hard today.This is the story why.I like tomatoes.Home grown tomatoes to be specific.Little small tomatoes just right for snacking on and snack I have been doing.I think maybe I over done this snacking on tomatoes.I have an allergy of some sort and maybe tomatoes are the cause.My face is red and blotchy and it stings.For the first time in my life I took an allergy pill.Well guess what?They make you sleepy and dozy and that I was and still am for that matter.So if what I wrote today sounded a bit off the wall that is why.That is my excuse and I'm sticking by it.

Crow Hop

Bush Head shoals

Crow Hop to

Places never got

You're to young

I was told

It's to rough

Places on river

There you fish

Now I'm old

I no wish

Them places fish

Them dirt roads

Them dirt roads

Dusty and muddy

Smell of clay

On summer day

That red dirt

Will ruin shirt

Bluejeans it stains

Cleaning a pain

Them dusty roads

Almost gone now

They from past

Hope some last

Broken heart pain

Close my heart

Open never again

Long time heal

Broken heart pain

Nothing to lose

Nothing to gain

Broken heart pain

Best being alone

When love gone

Men do cry

Some even die

It no shame

Broken heart pain

Not about you

Don't be vain

It be about

Broken heart pain

Down to ocean

Down to ocean

Where I belong

Crashing of waves

Sand under feet

Grass hut live

On the beach

Life I need

Life I want

Setting sun see

Beautiful to me

In another time

Maybe this mine

Happy and carefree

Life for me

Down to ocean

Down to sea

Took a pill

Took a pill

For my knee

Now it feels

Like should be

I did sleep

Only little bit

Last night I

Didn't sleep none

That no fun

Feels pretty good

Still can't run

But that ok

That pill did

Save the day

Wait and see

The trees have that look.Changing now it seems.They are not that deep dark green.Their color is washed out green.Could it be because of the extreme hot weather this summer or is fall going to come early?Sunday reminded me of an early fall day.It was so nice.I have heard that one extreme follows another so if that is true guess this winter will be a cold one.

We will just have to wait and see.

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