A fireplace roaring

What is missing
To make this day great
Maybe up on a mountain top
By a big blue lake

A fireplace roaring
Rocking chair by window
Old rustic cabin
My imagination would be flowing

That I could do
Would suit me fine
Not a word I'd complain
A world where it's sane

Just close your eyes
Let mind run free
You could join me
Life way it should be

My type of day

My type of day.It's early morning Tuesday November 6.A slow rain is falling and it's cool.It is beautiful outside.The leaves on the trees have colors of red,yellow,brown and orange.

This type of weather does something to me.The word that comes into my mind is peaceful.All is good with me today.

It's a day made for just looking out the window thinking and reflecting.A day just made for praising God and thanking Him for all the blessings He has bestowed upon us.

Part of my brain

There is part of my brain
I would like to cut out
I'm sure some of you know
What I'm talking about

All them bad things
That did hurt us
Wish I could forget
Those things I regret

Moon

Looking at the moon
It will be full real soon
Even in day time looks so bright
To me it's always been a sight

Man has always stared
Into the night sky
Asking himself questions
What about this and why

Stars and planets up above
Humans happy and sad
Looking for them answers
About things like love

Ya'll have done it again

Ms. Ruby
Ms. Gwen
Thank you so much
Ya'll have done it again

Lunch today
What can I say
It was so good
My type of food

Big white butter beans
Cornbread just right
Country fried steak
That gravy a delight

My spirts have been lifted
All I can say
You two ladies in kitchen
Oh so gifted made my day

Boo to you

Boo to you
It's trick or treat
All that sweet stuff
We will eat

Candy gum popcorn balls
All them treats
Oh so yummy
Good for tummy

Witches ghost monsters
Little goblins in the hall
They so cute
Not scared at all

So trick or treat
Fun for all
I say this
Have a ball

Leaf

I seen a leaf
Pretty as can be
It was floating down
From a big oak tree

It swirled all around
The wind only sound
Taking it's time
Before hitting the ground

No way to treat a kid

My first Halloween,least the one I remember.4 years old Roanoke,Alabama must have been 1956.My luck I came down with tonsillitis.But I had my Halloween costume and was all set for a night of trick or treating.My folks made a deal with me saying if I would go to the Roanoke Hospital emergency room without making to much of a fuss we would go trick or treating afterwards.A little background info.I dislike Doctors and especially shots.Wanting to go on my first trick or treat I agreed.Walking into the hospital I always hated that smell of alcohol and ether.Till this very day the memory lingers.My turn to see the Doc and would you believe I was to get a shot.I pitched a fit.It took Daddy,a Nurse and the Doctor to hold me down for it.Well to make a short story even shorter,I got the shot but didn't get to go trick or treating.Now in my old age,56 years later on this Halloween eve(I think)that night is still remembered.Now don't ya feel sorry for that little bright eyed innocent kid who didn't get to go trick or treating?I have a plan.Send me all of your unwanted candy and treats.I'm fond of Snicker Bars,Pay Days and Peanut Butter Cups.If you need my address just let me know.Fed Ex can have it here in no time.

Caught my eye

Caught my eye
Truck going by
Red with flames
Bet good ride

Low to ground
Lots of chrome
Did sound good
Like truck should

Had 4 doors
That a treat
Something like that
Can't be beat

Reminded me 50's
Old rat rods
They sure cool
Oh so nifty

Keep new cars
They don't excite
Them old things
What I like

Something I ain't got

Know what I need
Something I ain't got
Big white butter beans
Hot from the pot

Big slice cornbread
Baked just right
Bake enough
Save some for tonight

Fry some taters
Dice them up
Brown and crispy
Plate full be enough

Need that onion
Make meal complete
Don't this sound good
Wouldn't it be sweet

My appetite has wandered
Miss home style cooking
Now on internet
At food I'm looking

Cube steak and gravy
Old style cream taters
Momma's flat biscuits
Some fried green maters

Enough of this stuff
Broiled and baked
No salt or pepper
Had all I can take

I need food
Fried in lard
That's what I mean
Cooking that's good

When I get to Heaven
I see ole St Pete
Hope he sez
Come on buddy let's go eat

Something in the sky

On a cool October night
Many years ago
Something in the sky
Gave everyone a fright

Small and silver it went beep beep
A time that was different
Back then we believed everything
We where just mere sheep

We could see it with our eye
Listen to it on radio
Some thought we had been beat
Some just knew we would die

A beginning of a new day
The space race had begun
I thought it fun
What little Sputnik had done

Big bore

The squeaky wheel
Gets the grease
Talking about people
Who are hard to please

Fuss and cuss
All they do
Grumble and complain
That's their game

Some never grow up
Really it's a shame
They quick to judge
Never taking any blame

They try our nerves
Putting up with them a chore
I'm being nice here
They are a big bore

Silly season

Silly season is here.Talking about politics and the elections.Do whats ever needed to ensure your party is successful.Never mind whats best for the American people.Maybe that is why politics and politicians turn me off so much.Party before the people is the way it seems to me.

From the local elections all the way up to the national seems they are riddled with controversy.Who do you believe?In most cases just put all in a sack shake it and pull out one cause really which ever one comes out first probably just as bad or good as the other.

I have a theory about all this.It really doesn't matter whose elected long as they don't get me blown up or starve me to death.

Things we try to hide

Looking out the big window just watching the world go by is what I'm doing today.The leaves are changing and the little tree a Dogwood I think has some color on it now.There is a big bush of some type next to the tree that is kept trimmed and it is the home to a rabbit.I see in darting in and out at twilight each evening and I always fear it's going to get a little to close to the busy road.The hummingbirds have gone where ever hummingbirds go this time of the year.Been over a week since I've seen one.Honey bees and butterflies have took over the feeder.

Soon the trees will be bare and colder weather will be here.Maybe.Last year no winter weather to speak of.When the trees are bare of leaves everything looks so humdrum to me.The trees and bushes will give up their ghosts so to speak and all the things hidden by the green foliage will be in view.Good or bad nothing hidden.

It's like things we try to hide but one day all will be revealed.

Gravity

I have it figured out.This big idea came to me this morning while watching NASA TV. Space is where I belong.

For those that don't know it I can't walk anymore.No big deal that's just the way it turned out.So here is my big idea.Gravity.Or the lack of it would be perfect for me.Watching crew members of the International Space Station float around with so much ease looked so inviting.

Once years ago there was a documentary about a man in a wheelchair titled Gravity Is My Enemy.He was so right!That is my enemy also.

So back to the ISS watching them float around the cabin so effortless made me wish I could do that.Strong legs and arms would not be so important in a weightless no gravity environment.I could just float from place to place.

So just build a dome that covers the Earth attach a big Hoover vacuum cleaner and suck the gravity out and all of us wheelchair bound folks could just float here to there with ease.

Better yet just everyone chip in and buy me a ticket for a ride on the ISS.

No feelings

At times I feel just like a shell of the person I once was.Hard to describe and harder to admit this feeling.It's not a depression it is for a lack of a better word numbness.Maybe it's has something to do with changes in my life.What once was important is not now.Things I wanted and worked for mean nothing.Really it's amazing just not caring about all that stuff.Baggage of life was all it was and guess I really didn't need it at all.

Hard admitting my feelings about other things also.At times I have no feelings about this or that and maybe I should have.

I've seen how people can come and go in my life.It is so easy just to let them go and not have a second thought about it.Maybe it is a built in defense against hurt and heartbreak that I have and that is a good thing.

Or could it be that time and distance has something to do with this feeling.I know it's just a saying but time does heal.Things that once hurt just get pushed further and further back into your brain till the memory is almost lost.This is a good thing because it would be pure hell having to relive every hurtful moment over and over again.

Life's a trip

Life's a trip
Only one we get
It goes by fast
Try make it last

Enjoy all you can
Every life will have sun
And your fair share rain
Do your best till done

Duct tape my head

Duct tape my head it's gonna explode.Least that's the way it feels.Allergy,sinus or just an old fashion head cold is what I'm dealing with today.

Should I blame the flu shot received about 2 weeks ago I don't know.But every year after taking it this happens.Seems everyone else has been having the same problem.Talking with a nurse she said it's not a live virus in the shot but seems it can make people sick.

And here is something else to ponder.I've always heard a cold settles into the weakest part of your body.I only have head colds so guess that means my head is the weakest part of me.That's not very encouraging now is it.

So you sleep tight

I'm through
Going to bed
See you later
If ya ain't dead

If that's the case
What a waste
Hope you weren't bad
That would be sad

So you sleep tight
Don't let them bed bugs bite
If what I say makes you mad
That's to sad go fly a kite

I'm just teasing
Having a little fun
You know I love you
Getting sleepy so must run

If we die before we wake
This I promise you
On the other side
I will be waiting at the gate

Someone

We all want that same thing
Someone in our life
That person we trust
That is a must

Someone to cherish
Call it soul mate
Call them friend
Someone who stays till the end

Someone who won't leave
Through the good
Stay when things get bad
Do the things we should

Someone who stays through the years
Smiles when needed
That helping hand
Stays through the pain and tears

Someone of our own
Who we can turn to
Someone to love
Someone like you

On a cold dark windy blustery day

I don't know what to write about.Ideas are scrambled tonight.No one thing sticks out.Way I do this is someone will say something or my eye is caught by things going on around me.Then I just go with the idea.It's not auto writing but the words just flow from my fingers.Bad or good that's the way it works for me.Summer school in the 9th grade we had to write books reports.Standing up in front of people was pure torture for me.As the teacher said putting things on paper I could do but so shy I was at the time,not as bad now,I would stumble and stutter through those awful things.

Sometimes it is so easy for me to put my feelings of the moment down.There is a lot I will not talk about.Least not now anyway.Last week I had to answers some questions.Fairly honest I was but some things I skipped around.Tell them what they want to hear has always been my motto.

Being honest.Being honest with one's self.Sometimes that's more difficult than being honest with someone else.Don't want to face those things we know about ourselves sometimes.I do try being honest but maybe I just don't tell all.

Sometimes I say things and where did that come from I wonder.Where and why did I say that.That was stupid.Be better for me if I could just script out what I want to say.Sure save on embarrassment.Wish I could just let words and feelings fly without worrying about consequences.

But thinking about that maybe it's not such a good idea.Sometimes a little tact is needed.Bite your tongue.I'm good at that.Really that's not honest but keeps the peace.

Ok is this a good place to stop? Don't want to sound like I'm just rambling.Maybe someday when it's a cold dark windy blustery day I will be honest with you and more important truly honest with myself and say what's really on my mind.Naw that won't happen !

Life without coffee

24 hours without coffee
The maker went on the blink
Day without java or cup of Joe
Man don't that stink

We had jitters
Headaches abound
Suffering from withdrawals
Everyone wearing a frown

We back in biz
Coffee pot fixed
Come on pour a big cup
Life without coffee was real tuff

Happy

I need a nap
Feel like crap
Bet that flu shot
That I got

I am sneezy
I do ache
You know how feel
I got a chill

Throat is scratchy
Voice is raspy
But all in all
I am happy

Games

Games people play
We do it everyday
Not meaning what we say
Smile hoping you go away

Leave me alone
What we want
Your problems don't matter
Sorry so blunt

We are fakes
Yes we are
Sometimes you are more
Than I can take

Be honest once in awhile
Say what you mean
Truth set you free
Don't treat me like a child

Smarter now I think

Time for the fair.Sunday I seen a 18 wheeler pulling a ticket booth so the fair is some where close by.Some call them carnivals but around this part of the country they are know as the fair.Ferris wheels,bumper cars,merry go rounds rides of all sorts.Games of chance win a Teddy Bear or something just as wonderful.Shows of all kind,dancing girl shows,music shows and displays of all types.Years ago I stood in line forever it seemed at one of these fairs just to get a glimpse of moon rocks brought back from the moon.

Then there is the food.Fried delicacies of all types.Corn dogs,hot dogs,hamburgers,fries all the good stuff.Snow cones,cotton candy and those wonderful candied apples.

The fair always had saw dust covering the ground.Those smells of diesel engines running the rides.Propane gas smell and the wonderful smell of all that food cooking.

I have always called October fair weather.That is when the nights start getting cool and you always wore a jacket or sweater to the fair.

So another year and the fair is here.Good times for all.I'm a whole lot smarter now than when I was 8 years old.They had a bear you could wrestle at the fair once and me not being all that smart thought in my childish brain that I could do that.That is why children have parents because without them to guide us none of us would make it past 10 years old.

Soup would be nice

Homemade vegetable soup is on my mind.Perfect on a cool cloudy Monday morn.Taters chipped up fine with onions and maters.Got to have cabbage,peas and don't forget the corn.Add some butter when it's boiling that makes it so smooth.Salt pepper to taste.Your favorite sandwich ,peanut butter or toasted cheese and that is a good hardy meal.I like cornbread brown cooked just right or even just a pack of soda crackers would do the trick.Hold the carrots please.Can't cook just a bowl full.After adding a can of this can of that you have enough to last a few days.That's ok,veggie soup better on the 3rd or 4th day anyway.I have made myself hungry now.How about you?

All will be done

A beautiful day
If I can say
Cool and dry
Big blue sky

Need to be out
Not inside
Know not another chance
Wish I could walk run dance

But it's ok
My time will come
No more needs
All will be done

The memories still linger

Old timey dirt track racing on a Sunday in summer time.Race track T bones(hot dog) and a Coke.Dust a flying filling every uncovered orifice.Me and Daddy.Memories of my childhood.I was 12 or so first time Daddy took me to a race at the old Troup County Speedway.I was hooked.Weekly we went to races.Wednesday night practice at Coweta County.Friday nights no football for us we would be at a race track some where.A car load of us would head out to the Peach Bowl in Atlanta,Ga for a night of asphalt racing.Always stopping on the way at Burger King in Union City,Ga for a whopper and back in those days they where whoppers or did they seem bigger because maybe my hands where smaller.Saturday night back to Coweta County.Sundays we explored different tracks.We traveled the state going different places.Lakewood Fair Grounds a old mile dirt track was always a favorite of mine.Twice a year going to Hampton,Ga home of AIR.Atlanta International Raceway.That's where the big boys raced.Petty,Allison's,Baker,McQuag and all the rest of NASCAR's stars.The ground would shake and vibrated when 43 cars paraded around the mile and half asphalt track.100 thousand people in the crowd shouting and cheering for their favorite driver.Cars reaching speeds of 200 mph.

A time in my life that I cherish.A time of bonding with Daddy and friends.A time that is gone but the memories still linger.

My friend Red

Old red truck I feel like writing about you.Tell ya how I do miss our time together.Those trips we took to da Krystal just me and you.Or maybe up to Franklin get us some BBQ.Times where different we where younger.You turned many a head in your prime red truck.All that chrome and fire engine red.That little 302 would really do.You always got me home never did you fail.Many a time I watched in horror as off you went on the back of a rollback wrecker.And those two times you protected me in wrecks.Momma died and you refused to go to the funeral by not cranking on that day.Your way of mourning I like to say.So old red truck my dear friend,hope all is good with you and maybe see ya again some day.

No matter what

This fog I wonder
Is it here to stay
Wake up with fog
Just about everyday

Crows I hear
Talking up a storm
Sitting in the pines
Sound a favorite of mine

Trees are changing
Now brown and green
Weather much cooler
Fall is so keen

Seasons will happen
Even if we're here or not
Life will go on
No matter what

In your smile

I think the world is mad
All these crazy things
Death cruelty meanness
These things make me sad

Compassion for none
It's the rule
Hate is common
People are cruel

Love a thing of past
Everyone is a throw away
We are just machines
Way it is today

But do you know
There is a bright light
There is hope
I see it in your smile every night

All is good

Friday night October 5 little after 730 pm.Getting dark outside.Days are shorter.Ac is off and the big window is open and the cool night air feels so nice.Lots of traffic on busy highway 29.People going and coming.

For my snack tonight I have soda crackers and ranch dressing left over from my super duper salad of supper.Cherry tomatoes,red bell pepper,sliced cucumber,whole baby carrots with the lettuce,cheese and red onions.A $10 dollar salad any where else.It was so good and usually what I have for Friday night supper because I'm tiring of fish.Speaking of food lunch was great also,my old standby favorite of pepperoni pizza and veggies sticks that are battered and fried.Breakfast was waffles and scrambled eggs with 2 sausage patties,the real stuff and 2 cups of coffee with OJ.Can you guess why I'm gaining weight?Like Momma always said eating is one of life's little pleasures.

Laying here in bed I'm comfy and all is good.At peace with the world and everything else.Hope you can say the same my friend.

Sometimes

A crying shame
All these games
People play
Every day

Can't we be honest
Can't we be true
Sometimes
Don't know what to think of me and you

Smile through the day
Because that's the way
Way been taught
Nothing else to say

Do as told
Not they scold
Don't be bold
Sure gets old

Go with crowd
Sheep we be
Collars we wear
Dare think aloud

Big Bird

Whats this I've heard
Something about Big Bird
Romney he don't like
Words like that I'm gonna fight

Now Big Bird my friend
Use to watch him now and then
Big tall with yellow feathers
I always thought a nice fella

So now I know
Why I never liked politicians
Trying to kill off Big Bird
And the Sesame Street show

We got starvation and homeless right here
All those politicians can do
Pick on Big Bird and his show
Politicians need to relax and just drink a beer

What they need to do
Work on the big problems
Like war and hunger
Leave us alone me Big Bird and you

Sugar must be up

Right now a big orange drink
With lots of chipped ice
Don't that sound good
Wouldn't it be nice

A few hot dogs
Grilled just right
Mustard ketchup onions to
Potato chips also if we might

How about this
Big plate of nachos and cheese
Now I'm sure
That would please

This would be good
Snicker bar some popcorn
Maybe a Payday
Oh I'm getting happy thinking this way

Call it junk food if you dare
But it sure taste good I do declare
Makes us fat that's a fact
At times go with taste and just don't care

Chili fries oh my
Golden brown crinkle cuts
Loaded with cheese
Guess my sugar is up

Okay guess I'm done
Had my fantasy I'm all through
Said it all I am sure
Just thinking about it sure is fun

Oh before I go
Maybe one more thing
Some hush puppies
And golden brown onion rings

Yes I'm snacking hungry
Times like this mind runs wild
Yes I know
Thinking like a child

     

See me again

It's happened again
People see me where I haven't been
Do I have a double
Maybe it's my twin

Is my sub conscious acting out
Doing things
Going places
Being out and about

So if you see me again
Make sure it's really me
Not my double
Not my twin

Gonna get kissed

What to write
Something with bite
Nothing that's tripe
Need to delight

I will try
Maybe say goodbye
Could tell lie
Make it jive

Talk about you
Maybe just me
Talk about us
Then I'll cuss

Leave at this
Preserve the bliss
You come here
Gonna get kissed

Wrong or right

Summer of 68
I was 16
Thought it was great
World could wait

Things where fast
Changes going through
Learned a lot
Some things didn't last

A war back of my mind
People I knew died
Two cultures then
No one would really win

Some for war
Some against
Wrong or right
Times nothing made sense

On TV war on at night
At 16 it gave me a fright
Some took flight
Most stood and did fight

Alligator skin tassel loafers

Alligator skin tassel loafers
I thought so cool
Worked all summer
Buy me a pair for school


Polish and shine every night
With my brushed Levis bleeding Madris shirt and black socks
Every thing pressed and starched
Every thing had to be just right

I was so picky
I was kinda silly
Everything had to be so so
But least I did dress spiffy

No lint or crease
Could you see on me
Now wear anything it don't matter
But those alligator skin tassel loafers did cause chatter

Friend

Momma called me Pete
Why I don't know
Was it just a nickname
Or was it someone she did know

Now Daddy called me Hoss Fly
That was ok
He called me that
Up till the very last day

Some still call me Johnny
If they knew me back then
That to them is who I am
Way it's always been

John Lee when I was bad
That's what they called me
Knew something I had done wrong
That name made me strong

Now I'm John
To you and them
You can call me anything
But I prefer friend

Maybe a reason

Things we are never told
Them things that old
Maybe a reason
Could this be treason

My point of view
What told don't worry
What we are not do
Maybe someone fooling me and you

Ride on a U2 spy plane

U2 spy plane has LaGrange connection

November 20 1963 a few days before the death of JFK this happened over the skies of the Gulf of Mexico near Key West,Fl.This article caught my attention.Looking up records on the internet of plane crashes in the LaGrange,Ga area during the 1960's I found this which never had I heard before.An U2 spy plane flying on a mission over Cuba crashed and the pilot was from LaGrange,Georgia.This is a newspaper report of the incident.


Wreckage of Pilotless U-2 Located
KEY WEST, Fla - (AP) The wreck of a U-2 plane was found Thursday on the bottom of the Gulf of Mexico. But its cockpit was empty, holding out hope that its pilot Capt. Joe G. Hyde Jr., might have survived the crash.
Presumably returning from a mission over Fidel Castro's Communist Cuba, the high flying reconnaissance aircraft suddenly vanished from radar scopes at 10:32 AM. Wednesday, some 40 miles northwest of Key West and 188 miles north of the Cuban coast. It was there that debris was sighted Thursday morning by the searching Coast Guard cutter Nemesis. By 11:30 A.M. divers from the Navy salvage vessels Petrel and Shrike were on the wreckage in 100 foot-deep water and had confirmed that the pilot was not in the cockpit. At La Grange, Ga., Hyde's home his mother clung desperately to the belief that her 33 year-old son was still "living somewhere."
Navy and Coast Guard planes and surface craft plunged into a search for the pilot. But a Navy spokesman said, "I don't hold much hope for him."
The Navy denied a rumor that a parachute had been sighted. Both the Defense Department and the Strategic Air Command headquarters at Omaha, Nebraska said that there was no evidence that the sleek one man plane which flies at admitted heights of 75,000 feet had met with hostile action over Cuba.

Maybe

I have things to say
Way things be
Way things where
Words come to me

Sometimes words of anger
Sometimes words of pain
But telling everything
There be no gain

So I shy away
Keep most to myself
Maybe one day
When all is ok

Say what I really think
Won't hold back
Not worry about tact
But now staying on track

When there is no more to lose
When none left to care
Maybe at that time
Tell all if I choose

River Jordan

Lord you know me
What I've done
Where I've been
We know I have sinned

This I know
I have been forgiven
Heaven waits for me
I thank thee

I need no mansion
No prizes desired
There have all needed
Be no pleading

Give my crown to others
Family sisters and brothers
Just a nice shade tree
Will be enough for me

Place by River Jordan
Under that shade tree
We can sit
And just talk with me

Rainy day Monday

Dark wet day
Clouds low fast
Wind do blow
Thunder is heard
Rainy day Monday
Here to stay

Love

Love is not real
Love is a tale
Love is not bliss
Love always fails

Love can be one sided
Love can hurt
Love can kill
Love I choose to hide it

Love gives me no thrill
Love is no big deal
Love is more than a kiss
Love I don't miss

Love is a game
Love not good
Love never works
Love I can tame

Love full of blame
Love can be a shame
Love I regret
Love causes change

Love is blind
Love is not kind
Love  is not fair
Love I don't care

Goodbyes

I'm not good at goodbyes
Never have I been
They make me feel awkward
Almost like committing a sin

Goodbyes I have had a few
They always end with
I'll come back to see you
That never happens it's never true

Soon just a memory at best
Doing good if that you get
So be honest just say
Maybe we will meet another day

Hurts just to know
Maybe really we where not that close
All we said and did
Was just put on a cruel hoax

Goodbyes I want no more
Sometimes they more than can bare
Seems I have had my share
Goodbyes just a shutting of the door

Adele - Someone like you (OFFICIAL VIDEO LYRICS) HD Live from Brit Award...

I won't

I won't look out the window
I won't sit by the door
If you ain't coming
I won't wait any more

Hot on my heels

I was a kid
Momma I made mad
I had been bad
Down Juniper Street I fled

Hot on my heels
Momma was catching up
I zig I zag
It was no use I had been had

She caught me
By the old Chinabeery Tree
I tried to run
I tried to flee

Them switchings stung like a bee
I could run but so could she
The day I tried outrunning Momma
It didn't work out for me

Krystal

Krystal burgers
I do like
Buy a sack
When you go back

Get some fries
Don't forget the chili
A few corn pups
Large Coke in a cup

Krystal burgers
Some can eat many
But for me
Four will be plenty

Whoppers and Big Mac's
They are ok
But for me
I will take Krystal's any day

Small and square
That steamed bun
Mustard onion and a pickle
Go buy me some won't you hun

You do that
For ever I'm grateful
We could be friends
Till the end

Yes Krystal's I like
Best burger around
I'm not bragging just a fact
Buy me a sack next time in town

Sea

I hear the sea
It's calling me
Visions of deep blue water
Maybe that's where I should be

Elly May

Elly Mae
Not enough words
We can say
She from back in da day

Those hard biscuits used as ammo
Hid in da trees
With her double barrel sling shot
Elly would shoot at me

Elly had a cousin
Jethro Bodine was his name
Being a double naught spy
Was his claim to fame

Then there was Granny
Cooked them vittles
Made her potions
Granny had possum in her kettles

Old Uncle Jed
From the hills of Tennessee
Struck that black gold
Move them all to hills of Beverly

The cement pond
Ghosts in the walls
Neighbors Drysdales and Miss Jane
I sure miss them all

Jack and Jill

Jack and Jill
They climbed that hill
Jack had a plan
So did Jill

Jill had a gun
A 357 mag
Oh that bad Jill
She had took some pills

Poor ole Jack
Know what Jill did
Shot Jack in the back
Just for a thrill

Well Jack died
Jill didn't even cry
She was found guilty of murder one
Now poor ole Jill they did fry

Moral of story
I don't have one
I wrote this
Just for fun

We grew up

November 1963
I remember the day
Man named JFK
They blew him away

A Friday I was 11
About 2 pm in the day
Principal came on loud speaker
This is what he had to say

The place was Texas
Dallas was the town
Things we heard made us frown
Since that time US been going down

Innocence was lost
End of Camelot
We grew up
We learned alot

57 Chevy

57 Chevy
Oh so cool
Always wanted one
They make me drool

57 Chevy
They where great
Make mine a 4 speed
With a big V8

Life

Life is precious
Life is so short
Life so dear
Life we do abort

Little babies in the womb
Little souls growing strong
Little babies never a chance had
Little babies did nothing wrong

Grandma Grandpa past their day
Grandma Grandpa they raised us
Grandma Grandpa we should honour
Grandma Grandpa we put them away

People we kill
People we cheat
People we hate
People our life's are bleak

Come a day we repent
Come a day Jesus will be back
Come a day we will answer
Come a day we resent

Those dead eyes

Those dead eyes
That blank stare
When you have it
It's more than I can bare

That no speaking
That quiet house
When you do it
Feels like fire I've been doused

The slamming of the door
The room does shake
When you leave
It's more than I can take

When you lie
It does hurt
I won't worry
Cause I did try

Born down here

Born down here
Hold it against me
Got my ways
Don't miss them days

Born down here
Got my way of talking
Have a way of thinking
Don't like it start walking

Born down here
I love everyone
Not like some of you
Down here way it's done

Born down here
Got my customs
Got my past
Them things didn't last

Born down here
Time we change
We could do better
Right here in LaGrange

Blame

I hear them cry
Some of them die
It's a shame
Who is the blame

Didn't anyone care
No love to share
Was it so hard
Why couldn't you be there

What goes around
It comes around
That's what they say
Worry about judgement day

Free

I look around and see
People in drama
I'm so glad it's not me
Really I'm not doing bad
Worse times could be had
No one to hassle me
I like just being free
Out of sight
Out of mind
Thank you very much
I'm doing just fine

I bet

Here I lay
On this day
Nothing to say
Need to pray

Thinking of you
Nothing else do
Things that true
Not getting blue

Not trying forget
Nothing to regret
Will not fret
This I bet

Bridges

Bridge over troubled waters
Burning your bridges
Bridges way up high
Bridges that swing
Bridges that touch the sky
Bridges over deep water
Bridges scare me

My friend and me

That time of day

Almost night

All is good

I can have my say

Peace comes to me

Life as I want it

Way it should be

Wish it would stay

Now free to think

Write what on mind

Quiet way I like

Wish this way all time

Not missing anything

Where I should be

This is for us

My friend and me

Done and over

Things in brain
Can cause pain
Memories of past
Things didn't last

Wish could forget
Those things regret
Need to change
Lose that pain

No use crying
Done and over
Just keep living
Don't quit trying

Change

First day fall
Start new season
Time to reflect
Time to redirect

Warm days
Cool nights
Leaves changing
Beautiful sight

Change here
It will happen
No use fight
Try as you might

Chosen few

Momma and Daddy worked in the mills
My belly always filled
Never went barefooted unless I wanted
Never was I taunted
Lint heads we where called
Some sure had gall
Poor but proud
Never boasting or loud
I had love and a name
My only claim to fame
Poor and never knew
Maybe we where the chosen few

Blast from the past

Blast from the past.My cousin Gail sent me this photo.I never had seen it before.I'm the dorky kid in the middle with Momma and Daddy.I must have been about 13 or so.This was taken at the old home place at East Newnan,Georgia.Many a summer night was spent  camping out in this backyard.My best friend Doug lived next door and that was a fun time in my life.On the left you can see the start of a tree house.The year was most likely 1965.What a time !

Sun's rays

I'm not supposed to feel this way

At times hard to face a new day

My eyes are blinded

By the sun's rays

I do know better

But it's the real me

I keep sliding back

Never will I be really free

Put on a show

Try to act

Let no one know

That you're ready to crack

Smile even if fake

Do what's expected

Try to please

Even if it's all you can take

Sometimes

Sometimes I forget

Life's been a trip

Sometimes been fine

Met some who where kind

Sometimes I want to forget

Things that where bad

All them things that sad

Those times had

If I do forget

You always remember

This is true

I did love you

God call home

Mom and Dad

They are gone

Here I am

All alone

Will come time

To gather again

Wait till then

All be fine

God call home

A family again

No more tears

No more pain

Try to forget

Visions of places past

Memories that didn't last

Another time

Another place

Life once had

Try to forget

All those regrets

Come home they saying

Pines swaying

They waving

Come home they saying

There wish I staying

Fly

Birds in the sky

Way up high

Sometimes wish

I could fly

One extreme follows another

Laying here at night with the big window open is nice.I like it.AC is off and the cool fallish air blowing on my face feels great.The night sounds I like also.Cars and big trucks on US 29 and last night I noticed something never heard before.Crows fussing about something.They where upset or maybe just enjoying the weather.Mornings they are the first things I notice but never have I heard them late at night before.

Days are still warm but these nice nights I can live with.The trees are starting to change now.They have that dull green and brown look to them.

Winter skipped Georgia last year it was so mild.I have always heard one extreme follows another.So if that is true maybe this is going to be a cold winter for Georgia.That's ok and maybe throw in some snow also.That would be different and enjoyed.

Beautiful day

Cool fall morn

Crows they cay

Sky so blue

A beautiful day

Pine trees sway

No sound heard

Everything being still

A beautiful day

Day is over

Day is over

Did I do my best

Did I try

Did I just get by

Did I smile

Did a kind word say

Did I help anyone

Did I make their day

Sleep

Sleep wasn't easy

In deep thought

Of things done

Of battles fought

New day here

Time start over

Peace I have

Hope it last

It's that simple

I probably don't fit the idea of what some people would call christian.Suits and ties is not my style.I can honestly say I'm not a church goer even though I'm a member of one.Not proud of that.I have opportunities to go but I don't.Some might be shocked at the music I like.My sense of humor might not fit in with others.I have what some would call a dark side.Far from perfect and asking for help and forgiveness daily is me.At times I feel like a hypocrite.Unworthy of God's love and His forgiveness.

But He has.God has set me free.Not free of struggles and hardships.Not free of sickness or sadness.Not free of broken hearts or loneliness.Being christian doesn't guarantee a life free of any of this.But I am free of eternal death.Don't get me wrong I will die.But I have the promise of God that I will live in His Heavenly home for eternity.

Why do I tell you these things about me?Maybe it needed saying.If a sinner like me can find God's love,forgiveness and grace anyone can.

It is simple.Just ask God for forgiveness and believe that His Son Jesus died for our sins and was resurrected from the grave.It's that simple.

A calling for me

I think maybe there is a calling for me.The need to write.Not for fame or fortune but to be a voice for those no one hears.A voice for the disabled,the helpless and the hopeless.A voice for those forgotten and thrown away.A voice for people who don't fit the norm.

This is on my heart tonight.The Bible teaches us that those who believe in God and follow in His son Jesus footsteps have a calling.

Maybe I have found mine.

Goat named Billy

Once I rode a goat named Billy

The terrain sure was hilly

Only three years old

At that age we are bold

Grandpa and Daddy

Set me on that goat

Down that hill I did float

That goat threw me off

I lost my shoe

Ended up black and blue

Everything said it is true

Oh so flirty

Cute as can be

Oh so flirty

Makes me wish

Again I was thirty

Yes your fine

And so kind

It's no jive

You make me feel alive

You so pretty

Anyone can see

You make me stutter

My heart do flutter

Close my eyes

The world is bad

It makes me sad

Of things that go on

Close my eyes

Shut my ears

Can't stand their tears

I hear people cry

Some want to die

I just want to hide

Please Lord help

Don't want to end up that way

That is my prayer today

You won't know

Here I am

Lost my plan

Times need a hand

Took wrong road

I'm not bold

Don't have to be told

Which way I turn

Wrong I burn

I did learn

I did try

Tried not to lie

To you goodbye

My feelings never show

You won't know

Keeping things low

Smile be glad

Even if mad

Never look sad

I'm am through

With you

This is true

Laying low

Laying low

Going with the flow

Flying under the radar

Doing good so far

Try be cool

Don't act a fool

Don't hesitate

Just cooperate

It will be fine

Good in time

Don't ring any chimes

Walk that line

Burger and fries

Burgers and fries

Such a delight

Burgers and fries

I do like

Burger and fries

Put some on the grill

Burger and fries

Guaranteed to thrill

Burger and fries

Such a treat

Burger and fries

Can't be beat

Burger and fries

Loved by many

Burger and fries

Cook up plenty

Burger and fries

Love burnt red meat

Burger and fries

Come on now lets eat

Little puter

I must clean my screen

It's looking a little green

Keyboard sure is dusty

So dirty it makes my fingers rusty

Speakers sound scratchy

When listening to Molly Hatchet

My poor little puter

Only thing can do is shoot'er

I surf the net

It sure is fun

This I bet

Seen it all and all I done

From A to Z

What else can there be

Only look at the stuff that's free

Some nights keeps me up to three

Have you ever

Have you ever been used

Have you ever been abused

Have you ever been amused

Have you ever been confused

Have you ever been happy

Have you ever been sad

Have you ever been glad

Have you ever been mad

Have you ever cried

Have you ever lied

Have you ever tried

Have you ever died

Don't try this

Fun things to do when you're an only child.Don't try this at home kiddos but it was fun for me.Raised with no siblings I got bored alot when I was a kid.Never was anything done that was mean but the word would be mischievous or curious.A favorite thing was to mix all the things in the bathroom medicine cabinet to gather in the sink.Sometimes you get a good smoke and that question from your Mom what are you doing in there.Another fun thing is taking your Mom's hairspray and a lighter and making a blow torch.One word for that.Cool.Take a thermometer put it in the fridge and sooner or later they will freeze and bust.The dangers of mercury poisoning I knew nothing about then.I put to gather and collected plastic model cars.Every so often after a big collection was on hand I had well putting it lightly wrecks.Lighter fluid makes big fiery crashes and when the plastic is hot you can mould all sorts of dings into your models.

There are more things I could mention but I'm afraid some impressionable kid might try it and you know that wouldn't be pretty.

So being an only child is not all that bad.Gives you a chance to use your imagination.

Blue moon

I have a saying.Wait till the next blue moon.Well it's here that blue moon so all them things promised guess today is the day to get busy and do it.By the way blue moon for those who don't know simply means two full moons in one month.It happens but not very often.So with that said I will say see ya or wait till the next blue moon.

Chicken pot pie

Chicken pot pie night

How I hate the sight

Never mind the taste

I think it's a waste

Change coming soon

Hurricane in the Gulf Of Mexico heading for New Orleans.Seven years to the day since Katrina devastated N.O.Here in west Georgia just a steady rain coming down.I've only been through one hurricane and that was Opal in 1995.It was something to see.Trees and power poles bent over like a big strong giant's hand had just push them over.It was more of a pest than any thing.No power for a week.Instant coffee for that time.One word will describe it and I wont say it here.

So just looking out the window at the steady rain coming down and I like it.The view of busy Highway 29 and the trees is very relaxing to me.The trees have that look to them.Washed out green color and yesterday I seen a lone yellow leaf floating to Earth.A sure sign of a change coming soon.

Days of cooler weather and nice open the window at night time.Sounds of crickets on a fall night will relax you into a deep sleep.Smell of burning leaves and wood smoke from a fireplace are a favorite of mine.Thoughts of homemade chili and vegetable soup with cornbread a part of the cooler weather.Crisp cool mornings that make you feel alive.

Yes fall is on the way.Never have I met anyone who disliked the season.

5 by 4 by 3

Nothing to write

Can't shed light

Things are tight

I'ts a fright

Nothing to say

On this Monday

Here I stay

Want no fray

What to do

Won't hurt you

I am true

At times blue

Love I miss

It was bliss

Like the kiss

Me you dis

Like a snake

Kill with rake

I can't take

All was fake

Red cup update

Update on red cup.Yesterday as I was eating breakfast I noticed a red plastic cup in the road.Eating with one hand and typing with the other my feelings on the cup where wrote.

All through the day I noticed that red cup.It finally made it to the sidewalk out of the road in plain view of me still.

This morning the end of the red cup came.I noticed someone wearing an orange vest picking up trash on the side of the road.Someone doing community service for some crime they had committed.

Now the red cup is gone.Gone to where ever the red cups of this world end up.Once new,shiny,useful and needed it is in away like what all of us will end up some day.

Discarded and thrown away like that red cup.

Works for me

Oh boy.Headache time today.I've had this cold or something for a week now.Always heard a cold settles in the weakest part of your body.Mine always in up in my head.That means something what I don't know.

Anyway the cure is on the way.A fresh hot cup of coffee.That always helps me.I read that why it does is that caffeine opens up the blood vessels in your brain and the blood flow is better.So if that is true or not I have no proof but it works for me.

Dream

I knew it was a dream as I was dreaming it.Least I think so anyway.I was at this old house,run down and really ugly to me.People I know where living there with me some I could see their faces others I could not but they where there.Some where living and one I know,my cousin who died a few years ago was there.She was on top of the house doing some roofing work with another lady not recognized.I could hear people talking but a tall hill had to be climbed to reach them and every time I tried down falling I would come.

I wanted to tell them about the most beautiful sight I was seeing.Looking out from the yard at the old run down house I could see this.The waters edge came right up to the edge of the yard.It was a perfect view I was looking at.It was an extremely large harbor with ferry boats and smaller ones headed in the same direction.Away from the house and towards a big city.I could see tall skyscrapers and lots of buildings.I knew the name of that city.It was New York City.

What this all means I don't know.I just had this feeling to write about my dream of last night.

Human way

Whats old now new

Guess ideas are few

The tried and true

Are things we do

Afraid to break away

Scared to take a chance

Save the hard things for another day

That is the human way

Don't be a hog

Butter scotch hard candy.At one time it was one of my favorites.I remember laying in the alley behind the house one cool fall evening eating butter scotch candy from a bag.Like every thing I did as a kid it was over done.My fault no else to blame.About 8 years old and not to smart I ate the whole bag.It was a Thursday evening and I remember thinking it was the the night one of my favorite TV shows came on.Whirlybirds.I barely made it back to the house.Talk about sick I was.I had OD'ED on butter scotch hard candy.Till this day if I see,smell or even think of that candy I feel queasy.Just writing this makes me well sick.The moral of this story is don't be a hog and share your butter scotch hard candy.

Red cup

Red cup in the road

Car comes by it's blown

From a car it was thrown

Red cup now gone