Mar 31, 2010

Old Friends

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Old gates on old fences of long ago,

are really lovely things,

like old friends.

They seem to me like old songs,

half forgotten,

coming back to haunt me,

as i walk within the quiet

desert heat of a dream.

By the old gardens,

so sweet with flowery perfume,

old gates and old fences,

are like old faces we have known,

of loved ones gone before.

Yet, they are ever with us,

like ardent, youthful valentines

that are old now,

yet dearly prized as keepsakes,

mostly for ourselves alone.

Yet, when summer smiles

above a garden's hedge,

old gates are like

mute symphonies,

that lift up from the

carefully tended shrubs,

and softly fade away

into fragrant dreams.

In my dreams i can see them now,

all the old, old gates,

on all the old, old fences,

as we walked

hand in hand by them.



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Mar 28, 2010

Our Road Of Life

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The road of life ends quickly,

for others, it ends

up with a bang.

I hope the road we follow,

is as long as the

stars above our trail.

May the touch of the

gentle breeze help us along,

keeping us on the

straight and narrow,

shielding us from all wrong.

When we get old and tired,

let others take up the lead,

and sing the tune.

May our road end quietly,

even though, at best,

it will end all too soon.

Please give us strength

not to heed the beckoning

of the Heavenly

spirits in the sky.

May we turn a deaf ear

to their enticing songs,

that ride the

evening breezes by.

I'm going to stop

and rest a bit,

let the young take

the load from here.

For old age creeps

up silently,

and before we know it,

the end of the

road is here.


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Mar 26, 2010

Fleeting Youth

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How sweetly fleeting

the days of carefree youth,

when youthful hearts

are seeking for the truth.

There are no shadows

in these days of youth,

like those that haunt

the twilight of life

in which grownups

live and die.

The promise of gentle,

innocent youth,

fly like the winds of the night,

or the brilliant lighted moon,

but soon take flight,

with the coming

of the morning sun.

There are no fears

or aftermath of angry clouds

in the tender words,

young hearts are bound.

Youthful days are

comforting to watch,

they settle one to rest,

and stir the fires of memories,

and do their very best

to make the world

a happier place to live.

How sweet the promises

of youth in the glorious

memories they leave behind.


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Mar 23, 2010

The Game Of Life

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All of us sit in a game called life,

but fate is the dealer there.

Very often, when our feelings of anger

run rife, we bellow "this game's unfair!"

But don't just toss in the towel

when everything seems dead wrong.

Only at times, lady luck seems to frown

as we lead our Ace, and it's called wrong,

by the other players there.

Right then is when we need to

keep on playing hard and long.

Remember, we haven't lost the game yet,

to some it only seems that way.

So, don't just throw in your cards

and finish the game right there,

but keep playing straight and strong.

Sometimes it catches us

when our funds are low,

and we feel ready to blow

the whole damn mess to the skies,

because care and worry comes in

and sits on us harder when we're down.

That's the time to jump up and

battle it out, for our turn will come, someday.

Just don't quit like some weak and

cowardly cuss, it's only a test

when lady luck starts dealing the cards.

We will never know how close we came

to winning that deal until

life rises up with a smile.

We're bound to win once in awhile.

At best, it's a mighty tough life,

and it's hard as hell to get by.

It takes real strong people

to play life's game today,

a coward can never survive.

So, stand up straight and strong,

throw your punches hard and long,

you're ahead as long as you're alive.

Someday your dreams are

bound to come true.

Make damn sure you don't quit,

whatever you do.

The main secret of life,

is not holding all the high cards,

but in knowing how to

play your poor hand well.


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Mar 21, 2010

Perhaps To Dream

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In our wanderings through our dreams,

do we ever look back and try

to improve our past mistakes?

Or, perhaps we dream of the

things we would like to do,

if we had the time or the guts to try.

Maybe we dream of some simple way

to free ourselves from the drudgery

of basic economic survival,

dreaming of amassing a fortune,

then worrying over the curse

of trying to beat taxes.

Perhaps to dream,

to conjure up a scheme,

to beat the other fellow

at his own game.

Perhaps we dream to outwit fate,

as millions do who haven't got

what it takes to try and try,

and stick to it until they die.

Regardless of these dreams,

if we would wake up

and slow down enough

to stop and consider

why we are on

this earth at all,

we would see that it is

God's grand scheme.

Remember, God's will,

not ours, will be done.

Perhaps then, we would

be satisfied to try and

benefit from our dreams

and past mistakes.

We could then go through life

helping others attain their goals,

helping them unfurl their

banners to the world.

Remember, life at its best

is but a dream of do or die,

trying to attain our highest

esteem of what the good

Lord wants us to be.


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Mar 18, 2010

Sweetheart Mine

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Tonight, my sweetheart,

as a thousand stars are shining,

in a wintry sky of grayish blue,

darling mine, i am again

dreaming of other ways

of finding the real you.

As a cold gray moon is rising,

out of the shadows of the past,

sweetheart mine, i am always longing

to walk down life's pathway,

hand in hand with you.

In the early morning of springtime,

in the sunshine and the rain,

sweetheart mine, i am always praying

that your gentle heart

is really, truly mine.

Darling mine, i am always waiting,

in the hope you'll come my way.

But soon the night time

will be retreating,

bringing forth a brand new day.

I am only hoping that our hearts

beat as one again.

But, when the heavens

in the twilight of life

bring a tender lullaby,

darling, sweetheart mine,

i am always hoping,

that someday you will

try to understand.


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Mar 15, 2010

The Ranch

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There's a ranch that i remember,

where the willow and cottonwood grew.

Where you and i strolled

happily across the meadows,

such a long, long time ago.

In my memory forever lives a picture,

indelibly etched, clear and clean,

of a ranch rimmed with cedars,

like a crown of peace serene.

Where the swallows dipped and darted,

in their graceful sweeping flight.

The glorious moonbeams drenched

the rippling grain fields keen,

and the twinkling stars flashed

like myriad jewels in the night.

I often dream that i am returning

to the ranch i love so well,

nestled cozily in the mouth our own canyon,

it held a special spell.

In memory, i gaze across the valley,

to the far off mountain range,

the swallows, the grain, the willows,

in fond memory are deeply locked

there with you beside me.

Is part of us still remaining,

in that glorious meadow,

where i strolled alone with you,

in life's springtime of early morning dew?

Now, life's evening shadows sway back

to that gray, dead meadow

or the ranch we loved so dear,

as i lay here and dream,

of returning there

someday with you.


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Mar 12, 2010

Spiritual Riches

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Many People measure their

earthly fortunes by mere,

tangible material gain.

They treasure their earthly dollars

as their successful weather vanes.

But, the riches i gather

and treasure most of all,

are the real, genuine pleasures,

i'm fortunate to find,

after i do a real kind deed,

for my fellow man.

For after all,

it's kind thoughts and deeds,

that really make this old world go.

Every single day of my earthly life,

my spiritual coffers grow,

each time i lend a

genuine helping hand,

to someone i may or may not know.

Then my spiritual riches i keep,

as memories i most treasure.

By the genuine pleasures i reap,

my earthly fortune is actually

measured by the

people i make happy,

not by the earthly dollars i keep.


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Mar 9, 2010

Alone With Your Dog

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Just to walk alone

with your faithful dog,

through the woods,

across the treacherous bog,

through the fields,

or along the beach,

your dog will surely teach

you natures way.

Let your knowledge of all the

creatures of the earth,

combine with your

dogs eternal curiosity,

will make each find a real discovery.

You will learn how

to sort out the maze

of tracks of all the little

creatures of the wild.

Their carefully well trained nose

knows each one,

and you are bound to have all kinds

of fun trying to track them down.

You should learn to romp and play

with your faithful dog more each day,

and learn the mysteries

of natures way.


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Mar 7, 2010

Awake My Beloved

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Arise my beautiful one,

and come to my

land of mountains.

The winter is past,

glorious spring

has come at last.

The flowers appear

on the earth once again,

the time of the

pruning is at hand.

The song of the dove

is heard in our land.

Arise my beloved nature,

my beautiful one,

and come back

to me once more.

Once again is heard

the contented sounds

of the herd,

as it grazes on the

tender spring grass.

Once more is heard

the contented sighing

of this mountain land

awakening to the

call of spring.


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Mar 2, 2010

God Given Faith

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When the dark days of sorrow come,

and the clouds of doom grow gray,

all humans must brave them,

the very best they may.

The bravest is he,

when the dark shadows fall,

sees in the gloom of the darkest hall,

the true light of faith,

still brightly shining.

In those dark, lonely days,

when his heart shall really ache,

and he feels that soon

his courage shall surely break,

there is only one place to go

for the steely strength he needs.

He must bind with God given faith,

his every wound that bleeds,

clinging tighter to his faith

through all his sorrows.

A truely pitiful creature

he is sure to be,

if he hasn't strength

or faith enough to see,

the true light of God given faith

still shining strong.


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