A POETS PRAYER
PLEASE DEAR GOD,
I DO PRAY,MAKE ME GREAT IN SOME SMALL WAY.
HELP GUIDE MY PEN THRU OUT THE DAY
GIVE ME WORDS SO I MAY WRITE
AND SHARE WITH MAN HIS LONELY NIGHT.
HELP MY WORDS IN RHYTHM FLOW
TO WRITE OF SUMMER TO WRITE OF SNOW.
TO BRING TO MAN OH THIS
JUST ONE NIGHT OF SILENT BLISS.
HELP ME TO WRITE OF WATERS RUSH
AND EVEN WRITE OF NATURES LUST
HELP ME TO WRITE OF SPRING AND FALL
AND OF WHAT GOD GAVE ALL.
HELP ME DESCRIBE LITTLE THINGS
LIKE WHY DOGS BARK WHY BIRDS SING
AND WHY FOUR SEASONS IN A YEAR
WHY MAN, CALLS WOMAN DEAR
SO DEAR GOD, TONIGHT I DO PRAY
MAKE ME WRITE IN AN UNDERSTANDING WAY.
WEBBERS
Oh dear lord,what can I say
its click,click,click most
everday
h t m l's, I seek the most
to make my page the perfect
host.
I've borrowed from
Mary,Joe,BILL
and Jim
I'll take this time to be
thanking them.
When I ask for help, it was
there,
for all the webbers, are
willing to share
They share there knowledge
and there expertise
Teaching you while, they try
to please.
Theres not much more, for me
to say
so I'll be thanking you
webbers, each and everday.
FERGY11
FATHER
My father is a poet
his words in rhythm flow
he writes about the sunshine
he writes about the snow
he jots down lines of laughter
for all who wish to see
his written words of wisdom
explains how life should be
my father is a poet
his soul is all on fire
he writes about the lonely
and about the low down liar
I used to think t'was silly
all the words he wrote
now that I'm so much older
I find they were no joke
CHILDHOOD MEMORIES
In days gone by when I was
young
My thoughts will sometimes
wonder
When grandma spread her table
fair
With foods that I would ponder
A poor mans food is what we ate
And glad we were in getting
And on one thing we all agree
It to our ribs was sticking
Cornbread in buttermilk
With onion,salt and pepper
Would bring a smile upon this
face
and make me one high stepper
Molasses and butter upon a
plate
and with a fork you mixed it
a meal thats fit for a king
When you sopped it with your
biscuit.
Red eye gravy to drowned my
grits
perhaps an egg or two
Would start my mouth to water
Like a stake might do for you
Black eye peas and cornbread
Must surely be divine
With just a taste of vinegar
Now that's how I like mine
Navy beans I must admit
Today are just a treat
And remember oh so well
that's all we had to eat
I'm not complaining you
understand
That's how things were way back
then
And all those memories are
still apart
Locked deep within this old mans
heart.
BLABBER MOUTH
I can give words love,
to all who wish to hear.
I can say most anything,
to those who lend an ear.
But when it comes to telling
you,
of how I love you so
My mouth feels like a cotton
ball,
And my words comes awfully
slow.
I would ask someone else for
help,
they would only laugh and say,
why have you trouble now,
when you blab so everyday.
I could ask you if you wish to
hear,
all I have to say,
but i'm afraid that you'll say
no,
and I don't wish to be hurt
that way
So I'll put down with pen,
and hope you'll see
when GOD had you in the
making.
His thoughts were just of me
