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Conservative Poet Tom Zart's = UNYIELDING HONOR
by Tom Zart  
10/25/2008 / Leadership


UNYIELDING HONOR


Weakness invites moral plight, war and aggression
Encouraged by mistrust, misjudgment and delay.
All we love can be destroyed and transformed
By the powers of darkness maneuvering our way.

When something wicked stares us in the face
To corrupt our morals, faith and resolve.
God gives us courage to defend what's right
No matter the sacrifice or danger involved.

Evil seeks to destroy the good in man
And silence the memory of God's law.
It's up to the faithful to stay unyielding
Defending the liberty and justice of all.

Our men and woman who serve in harm's way
Are the armor of what the free world depends on.
Without their sacrifice of body and soul
All that we stand for is gone.

Honor, morality, faith and integrity
Are the glue which holds society in place.
Pornography, hate, jealousy and greed
Cause man to be plagued by disgrace.

Night and day we're informed by headlines
Which seem to give evil added time.
Always at war killing one another
In our world full of violence and crime.

Be thankful for the upright among us
Who desire to obey God's laws.
Repentant when wrong they change their ways
Serving the rest of us despite our flaws.

Honor, morality, faith and integrity
Are what life's heroes are made of.
Defending what's right; confronting what's wrong
Propelled by achievement, and love.


Conservative Poet
Tom Zart
Most Published Poet
On The Web

The White House
Washington
March 16, 2007
Ms. Lillian Cauldwell
President and Chief Executive Officer
Passionate Internet Voices Radio
Ann Arbor Michigan

Dear Lillian:

Number 41 passed on the CDs from Tom Zart. Thank you for thinking of me. I am thankful for your efforts to honor our brave military personnel and their families. America owes these courageous men and women a debt of gratitude, and I am honored to be the commander in chief of the greatest force for freedom in the history of the world.

Best Wishes.

Sincerely,

George W. Bush

Poet and Author of
Love War And More
225 poems published by Publish America;
SHEPHERDS of LIFE e-book 350 poems,
CD "MEMORIES" 28 poems with music
by Bill Crain for sale on the web under
Tom Zart and or Bill Crain.


It's appropriate and symbolic that the romantic poet Tom Zart was born on


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Obama & Reverend Wright MAKE IT PLAIN PREACHER ďHope Repentance And TransformationĒ When you preach to me speak of love and trust Not of race, division, hate, blame and divide. Teach me love and respect for my fellow man Like Christ proclaimed before he died. Warn me of greed, lust, selfishness and judgment Tell me of hope, repentance, transformation, and grace. Guide me from impureness past and present Allowing Godís love to shine from my face. Lead me to my mansion beyond Heavenís gate Where the righteous gather without debate. Highlight my sins when Iíve lost my way Remind me of salvation as for deliverance I pray. By Soul Poet Tom Zart Most Published Poet On The Web TOM ZARTíS 325 POEMS You can hear all of Tom Zartís 325 poems of love, war, faith and more 24-7 on web radio at http://internetvoicesradio.com/Arch-TomZart.htm Tom Zart ARCHIVES: FREE TO DOWNLOAD Global Special Operations 101 http://www.globalspecialoperations.com/tomzart2.html MY FAVORITE POET My favorite poet is God above Who gives Earth its rhythm and rhyme. Not pied pipers of misguided souls Who promote distrust, hatred and crime. Poetry is nature serenading in song The peaceful roar of the oceans waves. The wind through the trees and over the hills And the flowers in the fields by the graves. The sound of rain as it waters the thirsty The songs of children at play in the park. The far off rumble of trains or thunder As they pass through the night in the dark. The joy of our babies first words and steps The passion of life with its heroes and clowns. The on going struggle to survive our sins As we proliferate in hamlets and towns. My favorite poet is our Father of love Who was first to know us before birth. His poetry prolongs every thing we love As His deliverance gives life its worth. HEAVENíS HEROES Winning souls tend to change everything Including who and what we are. When our darkness within transforms to light And our eyes have the luster of a star. We must always pray for the lost among us Who eagerly race toward the wrong direction. So they may know their own repentance Blessed by Godís, grace, love and protection. All of heavenís heroes have suffered remorse From hate, fear, lust, loneliness and war. They do what they do with deliverance of heart Defeating the dark side of life and more. Noah found safety within the beams of his ark To endure heavenís cleansing of earth. Moses the deliverer, climbed a mountain Descending with Godís guidelines of worth. David the shepherd, a boy among men Slew evilís giant with a flying stone. Samson the strong man, broke from his chains Toppling the temple with Godís help alone. Jonah was swallowed by a monster fish To be cast up on shore with a prophecy to tell. Jesus of Nazareth was nailed to the cross And without his forgiveness weíre doomed to fail. Lord Iíll feel blessed to greet all your heroes When it is my time to escape my woes. Iíll clutch their hands and kiss their face As we celebrate the journey we chose. HEAVENíS GATE Lord Iím coming, Lord Iím running Skipping steps all the way to your gate. I know I have faltered, thanks to faith Iíve altered Escaping my bondage of hate. For too long I was selfish, reckless and cruel Refusing to regret my actions as a fool. An arrow from heaven found its way to my soul Since then till now giving love as my goal. Blessed by my children and the treasures of life Blessed by income, hard work and a wife. Led by your wisdom to combat what is wrong Blessed by your grace, worship and song. Age is upon me but Iím not afraid to die All that I stand for will be viewed by and by. I donít expect a mansion or wings to help me fly Only to serve you and yours in the sky. With one foot in heaven and one down on earth I pray to be remembered and judged by my worth. If Iím forced to camp, just outside your gate I will still be grateful and not, ďhesitate.Ē POETS ARE THE BELL RINGERS OF THE SOUL Most poets tell the truth of life Though they may wrap it in beauty. It's their passion, not their purpose To compose is but their duty. Poets as a rule are high on adventure Like wondering bards or prophets today. Embracing hearts and minds with wisdom Casting through verse their visions at play. Poets have their dreams and their nightmares Of love, life, death, faith, and war. They feel the pain and tragedy of others Even those they've never met before. One merit of a poet's work Which most people cannot deny They say more and in fewer words To illuminate you and I. Their poems are used to convey passion By composers of both good and evil mood. Some are hateful others loving Sharing thoughts to be consumed as food. They fan the flames of human compassion With their stories of the failings of man. Professing to follow a higher power As they recruit whomever they can. The wild birds sing and flowers bloom As clouds form figures in the sky But only poets will write poems That shall last long after they die. God has always had his poets Who he watches with love from space. But Satan has his poets too Who try to lead us from our grace. Poets are the bell ringers of the soul As they depict the past, the present and beyond. They sound their alarm of what lies ahead As the missteps of man live on. By Tom Zart Most Published Poe On The Web Soldier For The Lord
2008-10-26
JESUS IS A FISHERMAN Jesus is a fisherman Who saves the souls of man. Dead or alive he leads the faithful To the streams of promise land. He sees us when weíre happy He hears us when weíre glad. He whispers words of hope to us When we face something sad. As wicked thoughts control the mind Evil deeds control the heart. Jesus is who we turn to When from sins we must depart. Jesus is a fisherman Who baits his hook with love. Casting his line in your direction From the banks of heaven above. THE DISTORTION OF MAN Weíre sought by Satan of that Iím sure As he plots to derail our soul. Greed, hate, lust, anger and fear Are deeds which facilitate his coal. He smiles at lies, cheating and theft He laughs at never-ending war. He drools to conquer the hearts of man Shadowing every window and door. Tempting all with unclean pleasures His success is weakness and desire. We triumph only through the power of faith Avoiding eternal torment and fire. Goodness and evil illustrate life Like the two sides of every coin. Most canít help but experience both As we learn who to trust, follow and join. Praise our Lord for morals and ethics The laws of heavenly command. Without Godís armor and his grace We become the distortion of man. THE RIVER OF NO RETURN Beware of the streams of evil Feeding the river of no return. Where whatever gives us pleasure Is our only worry and concern. True happiness results from blessings Handed down from heaven to earth. God seems to smile on people in love Who have chosen to share their worth. Three types of humans occupy earth The bad, the not so bad and the horrible. Somewhere in-between, most us are And our babies are most adorable. Far to many become disappointing Mimicking adults as they stretch and grow. Lost somewhere in self indulgence In a world they have yet to know. Thanks to faith and spiritual teachings Multitudes follow the path of grace. The righteous are the hope of man As we journey the dangers of space. Reject what is selfish, cruel and unkind Steer clear of evil deeds without fear. Listen to the voice of God in man And youíll remain more civilized and clear. THE FIRST ONE TO LOVE ME The first one to love me was you; Lord And nothing can take that away. My soul is refreshed by living water While my heart flows with love each day. I thank you for the love of my family And I thank you for the love of my life. I thank you for all of the blessings You give to each husband and wife. Your glory rides high on the sunsets Your voice is the thunder of rain. I thank you for all of the heavens And Jesus who came to be slain. I feel when your eyes are upon me As you listen to my humble cry, You've redeemed the soul of your servant To dwell in your mansion on high. I'll claim each and every promise From the Lord of the earth and sky. I'm so glad I'm free from my bondage Of the grave where my body shall lie. I thank you for parting the darkness And guiding my footsteps each day. I thank you for being my shepherd You've walked with me all the way. I know your armor protects me From the devil in search of his feast. And all who are lost without you Shall dwell in hell with the beast! By Tom Zart Most Published Poet On The Web Soldier For The Lord TOM ZARTíS RADIO POEMS You can hear all of Tom Zartís 321 poems of love, war, faith and more 24-7 on web radio at http://internetvoicesradio.com/Arch-TomZart.htm Tom Zart ARCHIVES: Global Special Operations 101 http://www.globalspecialoperations.com/tomzart2.html
2008-10-26
DAVID AND GOLIATH David, the shepherd, a tender of sheep Would pray to his God before he would sleep. One day he awoke to the roar of beasts A bear and a lion in search of a feast. David slew both with his knife and his hand Though still just a boy and not yet a man. The Lord's love for David was proven once again When he challenged the champion of the Philistine men. Goliath's beastly fingers and hideous toes Made David more selective with the stones that he chose. One for the giant, he knew he would slay Four more for his brothers who were laughing that day. The giant told David, "I'll tear you apart; The birds and the animals shall feast on your heart." David yelled back, "I'll soon see you dead And when I'm through I'll cut off your head!" The worst of all men, drew high with his arm Came forth to David to do him great harm. The youth jumped ahead just as quick as a lynx A stone from his sling popped the giant where he thinks. Blood and bone spewed forth as that devil fell down; A thousand pound soldier lie dead on the ground. With Goliath's own sword, David chopped off his head Then took it to Jerusalem, to prove that he was dead. JESUS There once was a traveler who was driven out of town On his shoulders was a burden that pushed him to the ground. On his head was a crown made of thorns from a bush And the street was so crowded the guards had to push. They stopped at some sandstone at the top of a hill There was a round hole the cross would soon fill. They made him lie down upon that wood cross There they nailed him to prove who was boss. The beam was up-ended by the muscles of men As it plunged down the hole it was carved to fit in. Then Jesus looked up at the lightning that flew And cried, "God, My Father, they know not what they do." They crucified our Lord as his blood flowed to earth If inside you believe, you feel what love is worth. They wrapped him in loincloth when he was taken down Then carefully removed his scarlet stained crown. They placed him in a cave with a large, round, stone door Before sealing forever, they lay lilies on the floor. Though it wasn't very long, and the stone was rolled away For Jesus resurrected, to rise on Easter Day! DARTS OF THE DEVIL The darts of the devil fly free on the winds And sometimes they pierce both family and friends. Remember young Adam and his wife, Eve? When they gave into Satan, the Lord said, "leave". Ever since then, right up to today The devil makes sure we'll sin in some way. Wear all of God's armor, whatever you do; Should the darts of the devil seek out you. Thank God for Jesus who died on the cross. Our passage to heaven was paid by his loss. Every knee shall bow and tongues confess all That Jesus is our Lord at his final call. Angels will descend with Jesus in the sky He'll greet us with open arms when it's our time to fly. For our Lord awaits all who believe And those who do not, shall be told to leave. NIGHT OF NIGHTS In the tiny town of Bethlehem Born in a stable, an infant lie. While he slept his first dreamless night A whole universe of stars passed by. When Jesus Christ our savior was born Most of the angels began to sing Of peace, and good will to all mankind And alleluia to earth's new king. There were those angels, who did not sing For they had passed through the devil's gate. They knew this young lad belonged to God And for them salvation was too late. So let's rejoice, and sing with great cheer That night when Jesus slept without fear. For our Lord's birthday comes once a year On that night of nights we hold so dear. GRACE The Son of God came to save that which was lost To redeem our soul from the power of the grave. Where the prisoners of death must rest together Except for the spirits of the kind and brave. The preaching of the cross is ignored by fools And sinners who are unable to conform. By grace we are saved as a gift from our Lord Who wipes tears from the faces that mourn. By learning, loving, working, teaching, and prayer We submit our years as a tale to be told. The survival of life is our pilgrimage As we tackle each challenge both young and old. No one can be sure of how long they will last Though all have a choice of whom they choose to be. Warmongers, adulterers, thieves or saints Everyone must some day bow down before thee. From dust we were made and shall return After life has brought us to our earthly end. Though all must walk in the shadow of death The righteous are promised they will rise again. NOAH'S ARK God saw that wickedness had fouled his earth To a state it could no longer be ignored. While grieving sadly he chose to destroy it Though Noah found grace in the eyes of the Lord. The Lord told Noah to fashion a great ark Made of gopher wood and pitch, outside and in. Three hundred cubits long and fifty in width Before the world he knew, would come to its end. Bring your food, your sons, your wife and your son's wives And two of every living sort, be with thee. For with you I'll establish my covenant And all who are with thee shall survive the sea. They all marched forth, two by two, into the ark And waited for God's waters to flood the land. For forty days and for forty nights The fountains of the deep consumed beast and man. Inside the ark nostrils kept their breath of life As the high waters prevailed upon the earth. Every mountain and every hilltop vanished As all within felt the power of God's worth. The waters from heaven were finally restrained And after ten months the tops of mountains were seen. God had blessed Noah and all who had joined him To multiply, plant and fulfill his dream. By Tom Zart Most Published Poet On The Web Soldier For Te Lord TOM ZARTíS RADIO POEMS You can hear all of Tom Zartís 321 poems of love, war, faith and more 24-7 on web radio at http://internetvoicesradio.com/Arch-TomZart.htm Tom Zart ARCHIVES: Global Special Operations 101 http://www.globalspecialoperations.com/tomzart2.html
2008-10-26
WISDOM AND KNOWLEDGE The wise listen to increase their learning Where the scorners of wisdom close their mind. The hearts of the prudent gather knowledge For a soul without grace becomes confined. Our knowledge can help us fulfill our dreams Though most of the time with wisdom comes grief. For knowledge removes our veil of ignorance Exposing within the liar or thief. A wise mind is a fountain of life; To teach others it's knowledge before death. Wisdom is too hard for fools to retain Who curse their fellows with spiteful breath. Fill yourself with love and understanding For wisdom makes the human face shine. Knowledge is stronger than weapons of war While on ignorance, fools continue to dine. The words of the wise are heard in quiet More than the loud shouts of screaming fools. Wisdom and knowledge cause stability In the lives of those who use them as tools. We should shun with wisdom what is evil And glorify with knowledge what is good. Better is the gift of learning than gold For by virtue we become what we should. MIRACLES Miracles are the extraordinary acts of God If you don't believe it, why pray? Some say, they're just happenings brought about by luck Thus, superstition has led the rest of us, astray. Woe to what the misinformed might think Who claim their excellence is their own. A wise man knows his gifts are from heaven And by repentance, his gratitude is shown. I believe in miracles for I'm alive and well I'm loved by God, family, and a few good friends. I've lived long enough to see miracles transpire As one must end, another descends. WHO? Who wrote the tune the songbird sings? Who made the diamonds we wear on rings? Who caused the snow and rain to fall? Who made spring, winter, summer and fall? Who gave man a woman to love? Who made the clouds and sky above? Who lights the stars and moon in the night? Who makes heaven and beyond so bright? Who gives us babies we follow till death? Who made us able to speak with our breath? Who gives us heroes willing to die? Who made the tears we shed as we cry? Who shows us hope and guides our way? The same one who loves us night and day. THE ARMOR OF GOD Put on the whole armor of God And soldiers we shall be. Fighting the powers of darkness Who thirst for the souls of the free. Through lust, they try to enslave us And silence God's voice in man. With focus of faith we shun them Avoiding the grasp of their hand. Satan whispers his sadistic thoughts In every language and every ear. Tempting all with the sins of hell Victims of misery, hopelessness and fear. Eagerly plotting to disrupt God's works Evil swallows up souls like the shifting sand. The armor of God is our divine protection Shielding every child, woman, and man. THE MYSTERY OF PRAYER Never be afraid to pray boldly to God For no matter the crisis our Lord is aware. Sometimes it's hard to recognize God's answers But that's just part of the mystery of prayer. Some of the greatest heroes in history Wore holes in the knees of their pants. For without God's grace and human prayer Man's survival on earth is by chance. Surrender your soul and make time for prayer Sharing moments with your Savior alone He'll shoulder your burden and give you rest As the seeds of his praise are sown. JESUS IS MY MASTER Jesus is my master I'm not afraid to admit. All I had to do Was be willing and submit. He loves me when I'm bad He loves me when I'm good. He loves me even more When I behave as I should. He knows that I'm not perfect He knows I'm guilty of sin. He leadeth me to righteousness And allows me to rise again. FAITH So perfect is nature, though not by man It's the brush of our master that paints the land. The sun comes up and sun goes down As in every direction God's wonders are found. The tide comes in and the tide goes out Our faith in eternalness is what life is about. Contentment depends on which path we walk By daylight or darkness; our faith is our rock. Our confidence and trust in a higher power Helps guide us through every moment and hour. Fidelity to ones promise and observance of law Lets our Lord know we heed his call. DIVINE INTERVENTION I never write a poem That doesn't write itself. I catch a buzz and come alive Like a puppet off it's shelf. Hearing many voices Whose words are never mine. My pen becomes a painter's brush Forming visions on a line. I seem to be a better person When it's time to sit down and write. A higher power guides my hand Sharing wisdom by day and night. People born to create Have no choice but to perform. It's the rush of sharing their gift That elevates them from the norm. What would our world become Without intervention from above? Angry beings in a revolving cage With no sense of passion or love. LUCIFER LOVES TO BAIT HIS HOOK Jesus is our savior who whips the Devil's hide After death heaven awaits for all with him who ride. Disobedience by believers was forgiven by his loss The future of man was changed by his death on the cross. We're free to believe whatever till its time to say farewell All who turn their back to Christ shall suffer the blaze of hell. Lucifer loves to bait his hook and fish the pond of man Once he has you in his net you're the victim of his hand. Some say not to worry for man was once an ape It's okay to hate, plunder, murder, lie and rape. I choose to follow the Bible and observe God's laws Praying for the mislaid in the clutch of Satan's claws. JONAH God's words to Jonah were to preach at Nineveh A great city from which armies against Israel often came. Instead he went to Joppa a city by the sea Where he paid his passage and sailed without shame. The ship had not gone far before a tremendous storm arose And the crew became frightened and began to pray. They threw the cargo overboard to help stay afloat As they pondered who among them should be cast away? They chose to draw lots to expose God's offender. And the lot fell upon Jonah who ran from his call The sailors tried their best to bring the ship to shore When they failed they pitched Jonah to suffer God's law. Jonah's body hardly touched the waters of the deep When up came a huge fish, and swallowed him whole. From within it's belly he had time to think of his sins Make peace with God, and purify his soul. After three days, the fish swam close to shore Casting up Jonah on dry land unharmed. Again Jonah heard God's voice from his heart Saying save Nineveh from Lucifer's charm. Soon after he preached, that Nineveh along with its people God would destroy unless they turned from their wicked ways. To his surprise, they listened and repented their sins And were told by their king to pray for God's praise. All Poems By Tom Zart Soldier For The Lord
2008-10-26
TOM ZARTíS AMERICA AT WAR POEMS The White House Washington March 16, 2007 Ms. Lillian Cauldwell President and Chief Executive Officer Passionate Internet Voices Radio Ann Arbor Michigan Dear Lillian: Number 41 passed on the CDs from Tom Zart. Thank you for thinking of me. I am thankful for your efforts to honor our brave military personnel and their families. America owes these courageous men and women a debt of gratitude, and I am honored to be the commander in chief of the greatest force for freedom in the history of the world. Best Wishes. Sincerely, George W. Bush UNYIELDING HONOR Weakness invites moral plight, war and aggression Encouraged by mistrust, misjudgment and delay. All we love can be destroyed and transformed By the powers of darkness maneuvering our way. When something wicked stares us in the face To corrupt our morals, faith and resolve. God gives us courage to defend whatís right No matter the sacrifice or danger involved. Evil seeks to destroy the good in man And silence the memory of Godís law. Itís up to the faithful to stay unyielding Defending the liberty and justice of all. Our men and woman who serve in harmís way Are the armor of what the free world depends on. Without their sacrifice of body and soul All that we stand for is gone. GOD LOVES HIS SOLDIERS Sometimes itís hard to protect what is right Sometimes weíre scorned as for others we fight. Some of us are willing regardless of loss To commit our soul to save the cross. Evil prospers on greed and human hate Always eager to destroy and defecate. Godís grace descends on the souls of man Cleansing the impure wherever He can. As long as man has struggled on earth Life has had its troubles from birth. Godís seed of goodness has delayed manís demise Thank Heaven for his heroes the strong and the wise. The Lord adores his heroes of yesterday Just how numerous, only He could say. God loves his soldiers who line up to serve By standing against evil His grace they deserve. NEVER BE AFRAID TO BE PROUD of AMERICA America, the abundant, the place I was born I'll cherish till the day I die. Where the bones of past heroes lie buried in the ground Who loved her the same as I. Her mountains are so tall they reach for the sky With prairies where the green grasses grow. There's billions of trees where wild birds nest With creatures that flourish below. That blue gold called water with which we are blessed As raindrops or crystallized snow; Changes to rivers and fresh water lakes While the winds of our seasons blow. There's the haunt of a whistle from a lonely freight train Racing on ribbons of steel With the harvest of farms and from the factories Balanced in a box on a wheel. Some cities have buildings a hundred stories tall Structures of concrete, glass and steel. A statue in a harbor, a present from France Describes how, inside, we feel. That flag on the moon with red and white stripes Proves Americaís dreams come true. A country of heroes who line up to protect The past, the present and the few. Weíll defeat terrorism as it should be fought Never letting Satanís horde chase us to our door. Safeguarding our borders and system of life As our forefathers sacrificed before. Never be afraid to be proud of America And march with the brave, faithful and just. Refusing to submit to the will of our enemies Standing firm to preserve what we trust. INTO THE TEETH of THE DOG All through history man was born to struggle Surviving nature, disease, greed, and war. Since his conception he has remained the same Choosing to serve evil or good as before. Our boys and girls face the teeth of the dog In hot spots all over our earth. They leave their families and all they love To protect and preserve what liberty is worth. The foes they face are the mad dogs of man With a desire to kill, disfigure and enslave. They sing and dance to the death of others Teaching principles of hate till the grave. Support our troops who battle the horde While we live the good life back home. When you see a soldier show them your smile Say ďhello we love you and your not alone.Ē THE MAD DOGS OF MAN Wherever dwell the mad dogs of man There is corruption, plunder and hate. In every city, town, or village Those who promote distrust deserve their fate. All are born as an innocent child Till mislead by others along the way. God has always loved his children Though it breaks His heart when they stray. The mad dogs of man never repent For they have no sense of shame or sorrow. Worshiping dominance and the dark side of life Abusing victims as if there were no tomorrow. God gives the will to sin no more And to overcome evil unwilling to cease. The mad dogs of man must be stopped Who murder, rape and destroy world peace. Samson, Solomon, and David Were chosen by God to stand tall. They faced great odds and the fear of death Refusing to ignore their call. The time has come for the good men of earth To band together to restrain the horde. Standing firm against tyranny where it exists Putting the mad dogs of man to the sword. WHERE WARS ARE WON OR LOST Wars are waged by older men In battle rooms in countries apart. Who call for greater firepower And troops for the combat chart. While out among the shattered flesh The dreams of all have turned gray. So young and determined their faces were Till on the battlefield they lay. Unable to overcome their pride The politicians cast their vote. For this or that or something else As the rage of war sounds its note. Wherever wars are won or lost The soldiers fall like toys. Down through history it remains the same Most who die are hardly more than boys. Like monkeys in a revolving cage Man squabbles for the peanuts of power. When will we rise above our greed And become as a beautiful flower? Death to death, dust to dust The wrath of war is a horrible crime. Itís the beast within that still prevails As it has through the torments of time. WAR IS THE GREATEST PLAGUE OF MAN As war is fought it takes charge And events spin out of control. The madness of men can alter the soil Which nourishes the roots of their soul. Many things will forever change Far more then wished to be. As the wrath of war starts to destroy Those things we fight to keep free. War is the greatest plague of man Religion, state, and sanity. Any scourge is more preferred Than the one which disables humanity. When war breaks out, boundaries change And all who die are a token Of the rage that must run it's course Before words of peace are spoken. War I hate, though not men, flags nor race But war itself with its ugly face. When we lose faith in the brave, which die Then we're not fit to greet those who cry. What distinguishes war isn't death But that man is slain by fellow man. Crushed by cruelty and injustice With his enemy's murderous hand. War tends to punish the punishers So the losers won't suffer alone. The essence of war is but violence Till the survivors come marching home. Sometimes it's hard to defend what's right Sometimes we're forced to rise up and fight. Sometimes we survive, while others must die Sometimes never knowing the reason why. The rush of combat is a natural buzz Caused by fear, leaving nothing as it was. Hunting one another like wild game Without a shortage of those to blame. Sometimes victory comes too slow or quick Sometimes the cost on both sides is sick. Sometimes God is asked to intervene To help stop the savage from being so mean. War is a hell we visit before death Fueled by the whisper of the devil's breath. There must be a reason man destroys man But why it is so, I can't understand. SEPTEMBER 11th After suffering the wrath of a sneak attack America now mourns to her very core. Though soon her enemies shall all but flee From the sound of America waging full war. Let there be no doubt, no doubt at all That the devil has decided to give us a call. We shall defeat hellís soldiers and cast them out And if we die; that's what freedom is about. We shall seek them out wherever they may hide Street by street, house-by-house, cave by cave. They will be eradicated from the face of the earth By the righteous, the loyal and the brave. SATANíS HORDE SHALL BE REMOVED Overrun with war and uncontrolled leaders Our world becomes more dangerous each day. dishonest politicians, criminals and the media Survive by their falsehoods at play. Bible believers preach, that the end is near Our world as a whole is beyond reform. God will eradicate all which is wicked By His fire of eruption and storm. To evilís victory, I will never concede May its supporters anguish in hell. By the grace of God and the power of faith The goodness of man will prevail. What we accomplish is heavenís measure As patriots respond to the threats of man. Protect and defend what we love till death As the soldiers of Satan arise from the sand. SONS AND DAUGHTERS OF WORLD WAR III Our sons and daughters serve in harms way To defend our way of life. Some are students, some grandparents Many a husband or wife. They face great odds without complaint Gambling life and limb for little pay. So far away from all they love Fight our soldiers for whom we pray. The plotters and planners of America's doom Pledge to murder and maim all they can. From early childhood they are taught To kill is to become a man. They exploit their young as weapons of choice Teaching in heaven, virgins will await. Destroying lives along with their own To learn of their falsehoods too late. The fearful cry we must submit And find a way to soothe them. Where defenders worry if we stand down The future for America is grim. Now's not the time to fight one another Or kiss our enemy's cheek. All through history it remains the same The strong enslave the weak. May God continue to bless America Refusing evil, the upper hand. It's up to us to stay resolute Defending the liberty of Man. SO DEAR TO MY HEART So dear to my heart are my loved ones at home As I toss and I turn in my bunk all alone. Everyday I see death, hate, and corruption Combat is God's proof of man's malfunction For family, comrades, and myself I pray To my love with this poem I wish to convey. I knew I loved you though never how much Till by war, I'm forced beyond your touch. Where violence thrives, there's the stench of death With the taste of fear on every breath. Who shall prevail, who shall die As the sadistic kill beneath God's sky. Baghdad has become man's highway to hell Where the hearts of darkness are alive and well. I count each day till it's time to come home And be with my love and never alone. Love You Your Marine FREEDOM In their new uniforms The young march off Not knowing who shall return. With a proud devotion They brandish their flag Leaving loved ones to wonder and yearn. May we all be buried By all of our children Is an ancient tribal prayer. They're so easy to lose But so hard to forget Such a burden for a parent to bear. Oh, the taste of victory Shall soon be forgotten But, never that which was lost. For those rows of white headstones In peaceful green fields Make it easy to tally the cost. America has survived all attempts to destroy Knowing the cruelty of war And, we who remain Must help keep her free For those who can march no more! OUR FLAG Our flag is fabric wove of thread Carried by heroes live and dead. She stands for justice and courage too With her colors; red, white and blue. For all who serve her, there'll be cheers For any who die, there'll be tears. For all who love her, life is swell For those who harm her, war is hell. How many moms have cried before As they sent their children to war. How many dads have not returned Because our freedom must be earned. Wars were waged where brave men died As patriots fought side by side. Our flag is still the pearl of earth Because of those who prove her worth. LOVE OF COUNTRY I dedicate this poem from inside my tent As the desert winds keep it's silhouette bent. My love of country is at full boil now I'd like to describe it but it's hard to know how. Tomorrow I'll hunt those who enjoy our death Cursed by their hatred and foulness of breath. I don't care if it's another God they serve For their crime's retribution is what they deserve. Their horde survives by a different set of rules, Though soon they'll learn the fate of murderous fools. Proudly I serve my homeland and president Who I've sworn to defend one hundred percent. While haunted by visions of what I must do I fight for justice, and the red, white, and blue. VETERAN'S DAY The cost of freedom is sometimes high Extremely more when our loved one's die. Men and women pledged to fight and serve And it's our support that they deserve. Mankind itself is the one to blame That all through history, the story's the same. Peace, like love, can be hard to acquire Subject always to enemy fire. Some how the righteous tend to prevail Over the miss-guided, prone to fail. No wonder we fear the tongues that lie As mankind squabbles beneath God's sky. The danger our solders face is real So lets let them know just how we feel. Put forth your flag and show them your heart As those we love from us depart. THE BATTLE FOR BAGHDAD Determined though scared, I walk my beat On the deadly streets of Baghdad. Searching for any who plot our harm Or by our death are joyous and glad. Standing in shadows caused by the moon I'm reminded of my nights back home. I wonder if the woman I love Is growing tired of sleeping alone? I feel remorse for all who live here For this place is a madman's hell. And those who wish to keep it that way Must be killed or locked away in jail. My greatest fear is not my death But that I'll end up in a wheelchair. Disabled for the rest of my life, Depending on others for my care. My wife, she prays for my safe return As night and day more GI's are killed. She knows quite well, whatever it takes The oath I've given will be fulfilled. SADDAM The king of Baghdad has fallen Never to dictate again. Man shall sentence him for this crimes And heaven shun him for his sin. For his tyranny, he was famous In every capital on earth. Till apprehended in his spider hole Completely stripped of his worth. He is guilty of rape and genocide While he ruled without remorse. His power and prestige were toppled Once George Bush set his course. Though it may seem that the wicked triumph And have conquered by their brutality of hand, Through the power of faith they are defeated By the seed of goodness in man. FORMIDABLE FOE America is the birthday cake of earth As the ants march from every direction. Thank God for all who have sworn to defend her Serving with love, honor, pride, and affection. Since the first day George Washington marched off to war There have been those who have wished our demise. Their hatred, fueled by jealousy and greed Was defeated by our brave and the wise. Once again, we must face a formidable foe Who have pledged by their God to destroy us all Misusing their faith as an excuse to kill As for a worldwide jihad, their leaders call. Some say we should try to appease them For if we resist, they'll hate us even more. But the David's among us shall cast our stones Defeating them, as it was done before. SHOULD TOMORROW START WITHOUT ME Should tomorrow start without me Remember I love you. Looking down from up above Seeing everything you do. If I become a casualty I pray you will love again Whom ever makes you happy I'll consider my friend. Should tomorrow start without me Remind our boys, God loves all who care. And when life seems too harsh and cruel With "Him" they must share their prayer. I have proven I'm not a coward Who breaks and runs to survive. Always fearing death will kiss me As the streets of Baghdad I drive. Should tomorrow start without me Be proud I choose to serve. Our faith and our patriotism Earn the freedom we deserve. I miss home more than ever It breaks my heart to stay away I can't help but want to hold you And whisper what I say. AMERICAN SOLDIER Our soldiers line up to be remembered As the best of the best at their job. They wish to be needed and depended on To save all we love from the mob. They risk their life and limb for liberty Standing firm against evil unwilling to break. To be part of something greater than themselves They are willing to sacrifice whatever it will take. THANK HEAVEN FOR HEROES Thank heaven for the heroes of life Who lead us to overcome those who are not. The wise are grateful for all God's blessings Where fools never realize what they've got. America is the grain train of earth Whose people exercise rule by their vote. All have a chance to partake and prosper As they arrive by foot, plane or boat. Our freedom relies on the law of the land Our future depends on our grit. Our past has known both good and bad And our mistakes we are willing to admit. The grim of heart hate America And choose to put her wonders to shame The devotion of most who love and live here Rise up to defeat the soldiers of blame. THE LONELINESS OF WAR I know I'm still here so far, far away As I fight for what I believe is right. I wonder about you and your mom Every moment of every day and night. The loneliness of war can drive you insane If you don't get letters of concern from home. Left, right, behind and ahead, Death awaits leaving love ones alone. We pray to God that we will be saved To return home or live the here after. Bloody, dirt-covered men, we see everyday As we yearn for those times of laughter. The far off stare of a fallen comrade As you stay by his side till his end. No mother ever carried her infant child More carefully, than we do a friend. Many have their own personal diaries To help keep their faculties together. Watching hot steel crash into human flesh Always makes home seem far away and better. I've become an expert at dodging, weaving and diving So try not to worry too much about me. Just help your mom and stand up from the ground And while I'm gone be all you can be. SACRIFICE,TRANSFORMATION,AND UNRESTRICTED WARFARE The Japanese hadn't lost a war since 1598 Each man carried 400 rounds of ammunition (twice as many as an American infantryman) With five days rations and fearless determination. The men in the badly wrapped brown uniforms Since their early childhood had been taught That to die for the emperor and one's country Was the greatest of all glories to be sought. Moreover, the hardware backing them was awesome As sharpshooters they were accurate up to a thousand yards and more. Their ships were faster, their guns bigger, Their torpedoes better And their planes matchless in quality, aerobatics and score. Only by sacrifice, transformation, and unrestricted warfare Was America able to overcome and prevail. Again America must stand firm to survive As we face a new monster from Hell. VIETNAM SOLDIER IN THE RAIN I'm just a soldier who stands in the rain My memories of home are what keep me sane. Back home is a land of milk and honey Ruled by lust and love of money. But, what can I say, when I serve her true For I volunteered to see this war through. Now, that I'm here, it's hard to believe We're just the victims of those who deceive. As darkness falls on the rice fields of Nam Scared men with rifles walk the shadows of the calm. It's thousands of miles to the steps of my church With its stained glass, steeples and lost souls who search. Off in the distance I see an arc light Bombs being dropped on children at night. I've seen that evil they call the yellow rain And how life withers when it's sprayed by a plane. All of my buddies have been taken away No more touch football will they ever play. Zipped in their body bags for the long trip home Are some of the bravest, I've ever known. War is a hell, devised by man There's death in the sea, the sky and the land. Lord, I can't help but wish I were home Back with my love, whom I hope is alone? DADS AT WAR Where would I be without you dad My hero of night and day I'm so glad you love my mother And take time for us each day. The last time we played baseball You reached for me with your hand. I looked at you, then made a wish That I might be just half the man. I love my father of this earth And I love my father of heaven. It's a lot for me to love, you know For I'm only eleven. Mom and I sure miss you Since you left to defend our flag. When others ask, where is your dad I can't help but boast and brag. BULLETS AND BARBWIRE We awoke to the crack of rifle fire With mortar rounds hitting the ground near by. The flying shrapnel was absorbed by sand bags Which saved lots of us who wished not to die. The hot spent shell casings fell to the ground As the VC charged our fortified hill. We killed so many the stench made us sick While we fought to live and not for a thrill. Barbwire, bullets and clay-mores took their toll As red and green tracers lit up the sky. Before long I was the last GI left When napalm caused my enemy to fry. Fleeing the sound of our choppers gunfire The enemy retreated to the caves and trees. Then I cried, "thank you " to heaven above As I checked out my buddies on my knees. Somehow I managed to survive the day Though many I've served with names I have read Carved in the shinny black stone of The Wall Are my comrades of war, among the dead. KOREA 1950 UN soldiers fought and were forced to retreat Behind sandbags protected by barbwire hoops. Many GI's died as they held off attacks By 810,000 Communist troops. Our guys used phosphorus, flame-throwers and napalm For without these weapons they could not survive. The Communist charges led by buglers Till the UN could start it's offensive drive. On the battlefield of death and misery Many froze with their hands still stuck to their guns. While others hobbled with their boots wrapped in rags City boys, farmers, students, fathers and sons. With a million and a half dead or wounded Both sides singed a truce before generals involved. July 27th, 1953 And though thousands were orphaned, nothing was solved. WORLD WAR II WAR As war is fought it takes charge And events spin out of control. The madness of men can alter the soil Which nourishes the roots of their soul. Many things will forever change Far more then wished to be. As the wrath of war starts to destroy Those things we fight to keep free. War is the greatest plague of man Religion, state, and sanity. Any scourge is more preferred Than the one which disables humanity. When war breaks out, boundaries change And all who die are a token Of the rage that must run it's course Before words of peace are spoken. TROOP SHIP Our ship had sailed before the dawn Surrounded by the thickest of fog Still ignorant of our destination Or what was written in the captain's log. It didn't take long for me to see Our cruise was not for fun An experience of a lifetime With nowhere for us to run. Twenty knots per hour we cruised As the white caps passed us by Ten thousand young Americans Off to Europe to die. A sailor told us not to worry Someday we'd get our mail. Uncle Sam would make sure No matter how far we sail. Thirty feet deep I tried to sleep Beneath our ship's waterline Just the place for claustrophobia To enter into my mind. My favorite vest was my May West Which I wore all the time Just in case of German U-boats Or an underwater mine. Thirty-three days we were at sea We crossed the equator twice. Many years have passed since then Those years of sacrifice. BRAVERY Many brave souls lived before now Unwept and unknown by their face. Lost somewhere in the distant night Till a poet chronicles their grace. True bravery is shown by performing Without witness, what one might be Capable of before the world Without any or all to see. How great the brave who rest in peace All blessings from heaven to earth. They gave our country but their best Those destined to be brave from birth. PEARL HARBOR Sunday, December the seventh In the year of 1941, While most of Hawaii still slept Came the planes of the Rising Sun. Waves of bombers and fighters flew From the decks of the Japanese ships. While our planes were still on the ground "Banzai" was spoken from their lips. The winds of war had been blowing Across the oceans of our earth Though not till Pearl had been bombed Did we realize what freedom's worth. Wars are fought and won on two fronts At home and on the battle line. Both are equally important When war consumes our heart and mind. The attack brought us World War II With death, pain and separation. All who had served were well aware Of their sacrifice for nation. CONFLICT The harder the conflict we sometimes face The far more glorious is the victory. Tyranny like hell is tough to defeat When it raises its head throughout history. War never leaves a country as it was When neutrality is a word disregarded. As the murderous hands of man himself Are to blame for all who have departed. D-DAY THE WALL Over two hundred rangers scaled "The Wall" A stone cliff over one hundred feet tall. Some of them made it all the way to the top While others fell and perished from their drop. Those who climbed over, had answered God's call For men to stop evil once and for all. They fought the Germans and destroyed their guns To save the lives of our fathers and sons. So many years have passed since then When our world's future was saved by brave men. We cannot forget the hell they went through Before the skies, again turned blue. D-DAY D-Day raised the curtain on the conflict That fore shadowed the end of Hitler's dream. The largest joint combat landing ever Though the blood from both sides flowed like a stream. When their boats hit the sand, their ramps went down And all within paid a visit to hell. They jumped out to do good for their country And to kill the enemy without fail. They fought the Germans, tides, winds and the waves In conditions not easily foreseen. By night the battle was in our favor With bravery, valor, death, and men who scream. The corpses littered the beach for five miles Though heroism had carried the day. With literally thousands dead or wounded Those who were left were determined to stay. They faced great odds and chose not to protest And won the war that put evil to shame. Most came home, married and raised their babies But those who could not we recall with pain. MIDWAY It was June the 4th 1942 As I was floating in the ocean alone The ship I had sailed on, sank to the bottom And I thought I would never again, see home. The Japanese fleet had steamed in from the east With the intentions of capturing Midway. Though they were stopped by American war ships Whose guns, bombs and torpedoes planes saved the day. All night long, I watched the fireworks of war And on the second day we turned up the heat. As big bombers from Hawaii dropped their loads On Japanese ships who soon chose to retreat. An imperial pilot came floating close by Who had been chewed on by the beasts of the sea. I couldn't help but feel passion for this is man Who had answered his call just like me. When it was over, I was plucked from the deep By men in a lifeboat just after the dawn. For two days I had watched the battle for, Midway Now it's quiet and the enemy has gone. SURVIVAL I drifted all night and was loosing my hope Before by the moon's light I saw dry land. I floated over and through its reefs to the beach Where I quickly smoothed out my tracks in the sand. All I had was my dagger and a canteen And it was May 4th of 43. Just me alone on an enemy island Wasn't a safe place for a sailor to be. I felt I could kill in less than a heartbeat If that's what it took for me to survive. I'd already said thanks so many times For" God" was the reason I was alive. Off in the dark, I herd two men's voices Laughing and talking in a language not mine. Inch by inch I crept to their campsite Where on what they were eating, I would soon dine. I stabbed them both and took their fish, rice and wine Then ran my way back to the raft by the beach. Soon I was floating in the ocean again And far enough out where bullets couldn't reach. The next day I was picked up by a seaplane Whose crew spotted my sail from the air. Once inside and safe, I cried like a child For the dead whom would forever be there. It was hard to believe heaven let me live A farm boy from Kansas, in high school last year. My girlfriend is blond and she hates it I 'm gone Though I'm a veteran of battle, death, and fear. OKINAWA Okinawa was to be our last stop Before we invaded Japan. The largest landing of the Pacific war As our soldiers ran across the sand. At first our marines were scarcely opposed But on the fifth day hell they found. A solid wall of human resistance Firing their weapons from caves in the ground. Air power and big guns had little affect On their cliff forts carved deep in the limestone. It took man against man to root them out As flying bullets pierced flesh and bone. Kamikaze pilots crashed their planes Knocking out transports and war ships. As the Imperial air force struck our fleet Cries of fear and hate spewed from lips. One hundred, ten thousand Japanese By the end of the battle were killed. Over twelve thousand Americans died, Before, just our flag flew over the field. BATTLE OF THE ATLANTIC After the fall of France in 1940 The Germans soon began their own blockade With most their efforts in the Atlantic Hoping to cut Britain's flow of war trade. With fast surface raiders like the Bismarck Merchant ships caught at sea, had little chance. The German's small navy sank ship after ship Till the British Navy destroyed war's romance. Shipping losses from German U-boats increased And the battle of the Atlantic seemed lost. But soon America would enter the war To defeat freedom's enemies at all cost. Multitudes would die and their families cry Before World War II would be fought to its end. What a waste of mankind, which had lost its mind Though now, our enemy is our friend. PARTING The truest words, which portray my love I speak to you from within my heart. May we always recall how we feel Though through conflict we're forced to part. No one can say how long they will last For life is not everlasting. Yet most hope to be blessed by love By he who does our casting. As the fear of battle bites my flesh My thoughts of home help keep me sane. There's no guarantee that I'll survive But either way, I'll serve without shame. Should the cold hands of death reach for me I pray my soul will awake from sleep. To the voice of God assuring me That my spirit, he's chosen to keep. So try to remember while I'm gone That the person I need most is you. I'll fight like hell to stay alive To return home to the love I knew. P.O.W. When you become a P.O.W. You find you've lost your liberty and more The guy with the gun tells you what to do As you yearn for freedoms you had before. Your will to survive helps keep you alive Though sometimes you wish you were dead. Tortures far beyond any normal mind And there's no safety, even in your bed. Bullets, barbwire, searchlights and sharp teeth Keep you in a place you don't wish to be. The food is quite awful and sometimes it moves And you've no choice of what you hear or see. The lucky are released and return home Though in their dreams their fate is unsure. War may be hell, but confinement is worse Cause afterwards you're never as you were. GENERAL QUARTERS General quarters, general quarters All hands man your battle station! Sunday morning, December the 7th As war confronted our nation. We soon found out it wasn't a drill But instead it was war for real. As you watch the death of friends and shipmates It's more anger than fear you feel. Japanese warplanes came flying in low As I took aim with my gun sight. From the deck of a ship anchored at Pearl Damaged, though crew still eager to fight. I saw the face of a pilot, who crashed Surrounded by black smoke and fire. Some of my bullets must have found their mark. For his death was but my desire! Two thousand, three hundred and twenty-three killed In a battle less than two hours. With the heart of our Pacific fleet gone Japan had flexed their naval powers. The bombing and strafing of ships and troops Caused our congress to declare full war. Where many a man laid down his life Fighting for flag, country and more. KENNEDY= THE WAR YEARS PT-109 After the attack on Pearl Harbor He applied for sea duty in the war. Where Lieutenant John F. Kennedy Became known for his bravery and more. In the dark hours before dawn On August 2, of 43. Kennedy commanded a torpedo boat Through the blackness of night at sea. PT 109, was on Solomon's patrol With a 12-man crew in a plywood craft. A Japanese destroyer plowed through the night Ramming and cutting Kennedy's boat in half. Two of the crew just disappeared A third was badly burned. Kennedy himself was thrown to the deck Where in pain his leadership he earned. Some of his men had never learned to swim As he gathered them on the bobbing bow. The hours passed tell it seemed it would sink So they made for an island and here's how. He ordered those who could to swim The others were to hang on to a beam. Kennedy grabbed the injured sailor And off they tread through the ocean stream. With his teeth clenched on the burnt man's vest straps Skipper Kennedy swam 3 miles. 5 hours later they all made it Despite their hardships, sharks, and trials. The next problem was how to summon up help Without arousing the enemy all around. After several attempts swimming to other islands Eventually two natives in a canoe were found. Kennedy scratch a note on a coconut To be delivered to a base 38 miles away. The message made it and they were saved And their courage still lives today. WORLD WAR I FLY-BOYS World War I gave us the fly-boys Who flew by the seat of their pants. Many would never return from war While others survived by chance. Their planes were mostly canvas and wood Gasoline, bullets, bombs and poison gas. Every pilot carried his own pistol Wearing leathers, scarf and goggles of glass. Aviators had no Parachutes To escape their burning plane. Many were forced to jump to their death Or self inflect a bullet to the brain. Blimps where known as battleships of the sky The roar of their engines gave reason for fear. They flew so high they were hard to shoot down Hiding above clouds till their targets drew near. Tracer bullets for the first time were used In the guns of airplanes to set blimps a fire. The skies became man's highway of death With duty and honor their driving desire. How many Fly-boys have we lost since then Those days of the Great War and more? Where do we get such brave souls of chance Who rise from the rest in the battles of war? THE AMERICAN CIVIL WAR In 1860 life was good Till its simpleness ceased one day. The North wished to save the Union While the South chose to break away. America was torn apart As six hundred thousand died. Throughout four years of total war Women without husbands cried. The sad fact of the Civil War Is what was left at its end. Too many times, men's evil acts Destroyed both foe and friend. The problem was, once it began There was no peace or compromise. Total victory must be proclaimed Before rage would leave men's eyes. Destroy all that helps the enemy Was the cry of either side. Anything to obtain victory As death on horseback did ride. Black men dressed in old uniforms Became the Union's reserve. They fought and died for their freedom And their rights they earned and deserve. Lifestyles would forever change For all who survived the war. It had ended as it began With sadness, misery and more. Both sides prayed to the same God And spoke words from the Bible. The prayers of both were not answered For all involved were liable. THE KANSAS FRONTIER Coronado, in his search to find gold for Spain Was the first European on the green Kansas plane. Explorers and traders were arriving from France. They saw the buffalo and the Indians who danced. At the mouth of the Kaw were campfires in the dark Two men by the river named Lewis and Clark. Large numbers of Indians, forced out from the East Resettled to Kansas where the buffalo feast. So, many a cowboy decided to stay It wasn't very long and most Indians were forced away. When Missouri joined the Union; the slave states equaled the free. Which way would Kansas vote, congress was anxious to see? The Heart-Landers were bleeding; their towns were on fire As raiders from the slave states tried to force their desire. The settlement of Lawrence was sacked by a mob In revenge came John Brown, who would murder and rob. Kansas joined the Union as the Civil War began. After four long years of tragedy, many women lost their man. Cattle trails met the railroads as they pushed across the state. Farmers planted corn and wheat as the buffalo awaited their fate. Those frontier days have long since gone, though the sunflower is still here My childhood home of Kansas where the buffalo roam with the deer. BLACK POWDER BRIDGE A courier rider hands his papers to me They are instructions from Robert E. Lee. I am advised now is the time To stop the troop movement on the Rock Island line. I muster my men and they load up the boats We powder our pistols and darken our coats. Traveling the currents, the sun slips from sight As brave men with a purpose have gathered to fight. We capture a bridge before the moonrise The Yankees who are here shall soon feed the flies. The evil of war feeds on my brain As I light the fuse to destroy a train. Above us a trestle of timber and tar As we pull our oars for a willowed sandbar. From the banks of the river; we watch it approach There's shadows of soldiers, in the windows of a coach. With a burst of bright yellow and a roar in my ear I hear them scream as they 're falling in fear. The river is boiling in steam, steel and stems Back home their families shall soon sing funeral hymns. The one lone survivor was a red stallion stud I lassoed his neck, and freed him from the mud. As I ride in his saddle beneath the stars that shine I pray for forgiveness and some peace of mind. War is a lesson we re eager to learn When man has that fever to murder and burn. Lord, please forgive me for what I have done For all those I've silenced were some mother's son. THE FEVER OF FEAR Cannons are bursting hot metal from the ground. Soldiers are looting and burning our town. The fever of fear rushes through my veins As too many Bluecoats jump from troop trains. Smoke from hot barrels is swirling around As four thousand muskets volley their sound. All of my comrades have stopped a lead ball Most cry out, then stumble and fall. Even the young lad who carried our flag Now he lies dead as he clings to that rag. Wagons with the wounded trail blood on the ground Death and destruction are easily found. The Generals are crying 'cause they can't stand defeat But it's always the soldier who dies on his feet. Horse hooves are pounding on a bridge made of boards As the sunlight reflects from the blades of their swords. Quickly I hide out in the roots of a tree Where the dirt has eroded and there's just room for me. After dark I sneak out with the cover of fog Then float down the river, as I cling to a log. Songs of their victory, ring out through the night While from the cold, muddy water, I see their firelight. It makes me remember my old country church Where the preacher spoke God's word from his holy perch. That the seed of all conflict began in a cave When man, like the wild wolf had to prove he was brave. THUNDER IN THE GROUND Cannons are bellowing from a ridge far away The battle lines are forming and there's little time to pray. Musket balls are pelting like hailstones from the sky I'm so full of fear cause I don 't want to die. From beyond yonder hill comes a terrifying sound It's the music of the buglers and there's thunder in the ground. The fast-riding troopers have all drawn out their swords. They 're shouting and screaming as they charge up the gorge. It's hard to believe how many make it through As they're hacking and shooting at the boys dressed in blue. Then come the soldier men who run upon their feet Every time I drop one, my heart skips a beat. There's a storm on the ground made of death, dust and smoke My throat is so dry, I can 't help but choke. The fury of the battle is bound to settle down When most of the fighters lie dead on the ground. After dark, the stretcher-bearers are afraid to search around The wild hogs eat the wounded and I can 't stand the sound. Come dawn, we dig ditches for all the brave, lifeless men Then quote words from our Bible praying heaven lets them in. SLAVERY When you chain the neck of a slave The other end fastens to you. Your heart and soul become corrupt And all which is evil you'll do. No government shall exist for long Who's people are not really free. Though around the world there are those Who stay blind to how life should be. Any who must enslave others Will dwell in their own living hell After death, they'll join their master In that place from heaven he fell. But till then we'll fight and resist Making them put their chains away. And those of us who may die first From heaven shall watch and pray BROTHER AGAINST BROTHER In the course of becoming officers The young men of West Point bonded like brothers. Till roomers of Civil War transformed friend to foe As many cadets chose to serve others. Fifty-five of sixty major battles fought Were lead by graduates of the long gray line. Yankees and Rebels ravaged one another For to kill and plunder were virtues of the time. Over six hundred thousand soldiers were consumed Not counting multitudes of population. Cities, farms and the countryside were laid to waste Before our Union was restored to a nation. THE LITTLEST SOLDIER Nine year old Johnny Clem who stood just four feet tall Ran away from Ohio to answer his country's call. He joined up with the Union and became a drummer boy Soon to prove the gun he wore was far more than a toy. Armed with a sawed-off musket, cut down to just fit him He shot a Rebel horseman who tried to do him in. Awarded his sergeant's stripes and the silver medal His comrades offered him hot coffee from their kettle. The newspapers of the North, gladly published his story Telling of the nine year old who earned his country's glory. THE BATTLE The moon is sky high And perfectly round As it highlights the beauty Of disputed ground. Life is a journey Where the passage is free. After, there's judgment By the living and Thee. Tomorrow's carnage We'll survive if we can. Death and dismemberment By the hand of man. Some will stumble With absence of breath. While others charge Into the face of death. We'll race toward the battle And pray for the best Hoping somehow We pass God's test. BUGLES Their red and blue, ragtag flag stood out Against their dust covered uniforms of gray. Savagely we fought to kill our enemy As the battle raged on in the heat of the day Volley after volley we put forth our blaze With thousands of led balls snapping flesh and bone. Blistering sweat rolled down every face As the tunes of war by bugles were blown. There was a clanking sound of ramrods in barrels As each new minieball was loaded and fired. Some shot aimlessly into the smoke While others took aim at the worn and tired. Bullets were popping like the fourth of July Yet our enemy kept surging ahead. All at once they broke and ran off in groups Scattering as for the forest they fled. From behind the protection of a stacked-stone wall The victorious cheered or just sat starring At all the bodies of friend and foe While for the wounded the surgeons were caring. Soon the war was over and I survived Despite it's brutality on trampled ground. From boy to man I was transformed Though, still in the night I hear its sound. LEAF ON THE WATER America's East Coast was settled by the Brits As the Indians rule began to recede. After many a battle, they lost their land Giving into the white man's power and greed. In years to come like a leaf on the water The Indians were swept away by the white man. As trappers and pioneers pushing westward Brought death and disease to the land. With the white settlements came the fur traders Followed by soldiers, forts, whiskey and form tools. None of which helped the Indians to survive Who chose to wage war, and break the white man's rules. Many treaties were made, just to be broken By those eager for land, timber, furs and gold. Prospectors arrived to plunder the land And to be farmers, the Indians were told. The combat raged on, to the western prairie Over mountains and down through the desert sand. Indians proved to be formidable foe As both sides fought from afar and hand-to-hand. Lieutenant Colonel Custer, led his cavalry In search of fame and tribal disgrace. But instead he and his men were butchered By hostile Indians with paint on their face. Around the campfires of Rosebud and Pine Ridge Singing warriors danced till Sitting Bull's death. Most were forced to surrender at Wounded Knee Where many sad Indian would draw their last breath. With their fighting spirit completely broken And their ancient tribal ways forever gone. Proud Indians were moved to reservations Where their once great history in song lives on. THE HINGE OF HISTORY The hinge of history swings in all directions As the happenings of the past are written down. Out of all that has occurred since man's beginnings Less has been recorded than waits to be found. Babylonians kept chronicles of history Hebrews wrote the past as a dramatic story. Greeks had no faith in the future at all Believing mans repeated errors doom his glory. Christians added a new dimension to history Looking forward to Christ's return to earth. An on going drama involving man and God Believing all are created of equal worth. Some have asked why must we study history It just encourages us to live in the past. When we forget history we repeat its mistakes As the outcome of humanity is cast. THE ALAMO The leaves of the cottonwoods hung motionless As outside the walls Santa Anna's horde closed in. A small band of Texans watched and waited Preoccupied by combat and how life would end. The battle raged from building to building Till the old mission's chapel was the last to fall. Over 180 Texans died fighting to the man Never to yield, surrender or crawl. Six weeks later Sam Houston rallied his forces With "Remember the Alamo" as their battle cry. Attacking and defeating Santa Anna's army To win independence for Texas or die. The Spanish word for "cottonwood" is "Alamo" The long time popular name for the mission. Today the stout-walled old chapel still stands Preserved as a shrine of sacrifice and tradition. GENERAL WASHINGTON Once in command, he boxed in the British At Boston where he captured Dorchester Heights Overlooking the Brits at his mercy As his men took aim with their cannon sites. The British commander had but one choice To sail to New York to renew the fight. Where the English had much greater forces Who soon chased Washington's men in full flight. They continued on to Pennsylvania After crossing the Hudson in retreat With the British forces in hot pursuit It looked as though George was doomed to defeat. When winter seemed to have stopped the fighting That's when Washington crossed the Delaware. On that Christmas night he captured Trenton Where Hessians were surprised and unaware. He whipped the British at Princeton Where in victory his men began to sing. Washington then wintered at Morristown Training his troops for the combat of spring. Washington fought bravely at Brandywine And again at a place called Germantown But the British were the victorious ones As the dead of both sides covered the ground Americans were blessed early that spring When the French entered the war on their side. Though most suffered frostbite at Valley Forge With the help of the French they marched in stride. The battles raged on, in the North and South As the King's soldiers laid waste to the land. Washington himself was in great despair Pleading for aid for his weakened command. His prayers were answered by 5000 troops And a French fleet who took Chesapeake Bay. They bottled up Cornwallis at Yorktown Who surrendered to victory drums at play. Yorktown was really the end of the war Though not many quite realized that fact yet. But the British soon grew tired of the fight And the terms for its end were signed and set. Washington yearned to retire at home But his country chose him first president. Cheering crowds waved flags of love and support For they believed that "he," by God, was sent. All Poems By Tom Zart Most Published Poet On The Web TOM ZARTíS RADIO POEMS You can hear all of Tom Zartís 321 poems of love, war, faith and more 24-7 on web radio at http://internetvoicesradio.com/Arch-TomZart.htm Tom Zart ARCHIVES: Global Special Operations 101 http://www.globalspecialoperations.com/tomzart2.html
2008-10-26
Tom Zartís 87 Poems of Love Family & Faith LIKE A LILY AMONG THE THORNS Like a lily among the thorns, So are you among the rest. Your love is my joy of life Which by Godís grace is the best. When I sleep my heart is awake It is the vice of love within. By day or night I seek your love My life mate, my partner, my friend. You ravish my heart with just one look When Iím less than you desire. Your eyes speak without words As displeasure kindles your fire. Your beautiful and extraordinary Like a fragrant flower from the wild. I dream of the day you softly whisper ďMy love, I carry your child.Ē The vines put forth their tender grapes The fig tree her sweet fruit of life. My love for you is everlasting As you nourish my need for a wife. God gave man a woman to adore And a woman a man to respect. God gave us children we love till death To provide for, cherish and protect. Until itís dawn and the shadows flee I will hold you close and ponder Our life together past and present And may our future be blessed by wonder. RELATIONSHIPS Relationships are the greatest predictors of happiness Healthy ones tend to support our joy and appreciation. The best way to keep mentally healthy, happy and strong Can be summed up by love, trust and admiration. One of the most rewarding things, each of us can do Is the acknowledgment of others and their fears. To promote their happiness and sense of worth By our love, concern, laughter and tears. Staying eager to display are willingness To recognize our support from others. Where would we be without the people we love Friends, mom, dad, grandparents, sisters and brothers. We treasure our relationships and pray to maintain them As they give us our passion and purpose in life. Cherishing our family, our faith, our country Our honor, our husband or wife. A SCORNFUL WOMAN & A SELFISH MAN A scornful woman can rip you apart Destroy your libido and harden your heart. They shout their list of your every flaw Declaring youíre lucky you get it at all. A selfish man can become even worse When they lie, cheat, beat, steal and curse. Always demanding to stay king of the castle As they force their partner to suffer their hassle. A happy woman thrives on love, faith, family and friends, A worthy man provides, protects and defends. Say ďNoĒ to Satan and cast him out Say ďYesĒ to Jesus and become his scout. MY HOPE TO FIND LOVE So here I am, like many times before All alone with my face to the moon. Down on knees praying God For someone who will love me and soon! The smallest deed done is better than intention When you wish to receive wisdom from above. No matter what happens, I refuse to give up My hope to discover the magic of love. The better the reason for my existence The better the life I will live. Searching for someone who will share their love By their joy when itís their turn to give. My hope to find love has somewhat diminished Though my need for romance still remains. Sometimes I feel like Sampson himself Broken hearted and shackled to chains. THE GREATEST LESSON ONE CAN LEARN The greatest lesson one can learn Is how when loved, to love in return. Joined together through night and day Equally yoked in work and play. Remaining true both body and soul Never loosing our common goal. Sharing each other the best we can Before we are but bits of sand. Mutual love is beyond compare Serving one another in the life we share. Without compassion humans lose Simply by the path they choose. Love is a miracle from God to man How some deny it I canít understand. WINGS of HEAVEN Itís a wonderful situation To be in love with you. All my thoughts have changed Because of everything you do. I lack the desire for others No yearning for their love or favor. All I wish is a life with you Till itís time to greet our Savior. I was afraid I would never find love Leaving no stone unturned. I had to suffer through stupidity To grow from all I learned. Life is too short to remain a fool Who doesnít see blessings handed down. From now to judgment I will love you Till the wings of heaven whisper their sound. SO DEAR TO MY HEART So dear to my heart are my loved ones at home As I toss and I turn in my bunk all alone. Everyday I see death, hate and corruption Combat is Godís proof of manís malfunction For family, comrades and myself I pray To my love with this poem I wish to convey. I knew I loved you though never how much Till by war, Iím forced beyond your touch. Where violence thrives, thereís the stench of death With the taste of fear on every breath. Who shall prevail, who shall die? As the sadistic kill beneath Godís sky. Baghdad has become manís highway to hell Where the hearts of darkness are alive and well I count each day till itís time to come home And be with my love and never alone. Love You Your Marine MARRIAGE SEX AND ROMANCE Some other time, Iím not in the mood Why cant we just cuddle and watch TV? When couples drift into the celibate zone Itís not long till someone will flee. Sexual fulfillment helps preserve love, Parenthood, marriage and self-esteem. Those who maintain it avoid saying no To be blessed by its pleasure and gleam. While dating we tend to be more romantic Putting forth the best of our charms. Sharing dinners, long walks and lustful weekends As we spend more time in each others arms. How many times have you said ďnot tonightĒ Exposing your happy home to harm? Todayís crushing deadlines leave little time for love Leaving partners with sorrow, sadness and alarm. So share one another with red wine and time Dial your own number and leave the phone off the hook. Enjoy some romance, sex and laughter Improving your mood and the way you look. MOTHERS Thereís no greater power on earth Than the love we get from our mothers. They feel our fears within themselves Far more than sisters or brothers. As seasons pass; in time we learn We canít always rely on others. No mater what our mistakes may be We know we can run to our mothers. Mothers have great big aprons To hide from the world our flaws. They kiss and scold when we do wrong Teaching compliance of laws. From birth to death mothers lead Our angels of kindness from above. They give us more than anyone else Preaching the importance of love. Moms are certainly Godís gift to earth So if you still have one, let it be known. You canít imagine your life without her While the seed of your future is sown. DONíT FORSAKE ME ? Donít forsake our love my darling On this night before our wedding day. I know your ex is crying to get back But thatís just the price heíll have to pay. Good guys provide for their families Tell the truth, pay bills and remain true. Bad guys procrastinate, chase women and party Then blame their shortcomings, on ďyouĒ. I will love you only and tend to your needs Never to lie, steal or cheat. Giving all I have to share and prosper And when wrong I will accept defeat. Your happiness is my inspiration For when I please you, you please me. I wish to father our children and give them love And be the best husband a man can be. MY FAVORITE POET My favorite poet is God above Who gives Earth its rhythm and rhyme. Not pied pipers of misguided souls Who promote distrust, hatred and crime. Poetry is nature serenading in song The peaceful roar of the oceans waves. The wind through the trees and over the hills And the flowers in the fields by the graves. The sound of rain as it waters the thirsty The songs of children at play in the park. The far off rumble of trains or thunder As they pass through the night in the dark. The joy of our babies first words and steps The passion of life with its heroes and clowns. The on going struggle to survive our sins As we proliferate in hamlets and towns. My favorite poet is our Father of love Who was first to know us before birth. His poetry prolongs every thing we love As His deliverance gives life its worth. I WHO HAVE NO ONE I who have no one, no one at all Envy others as in love they fall. Sleepless nights, with inward burning Feeling hopeless, tossing and turning. Lord please forgive the fool Iíve been Hiding from goodness in the shadows of sin. I humbly pray to heaven in space For one more chance to regain my grace. Iíve lived my years indulging myself Leaving decency and principle on the shelf. Now that your light shines on my face I pray for forgiveness in shame and disgrace. All I ask is your life mate for me And I pledge to become all I can be. A soul without love is empty and void No wonder so many become destroyed. Outside my window thereís the thunder of rain And the haunting sound of a far away train. I feel your presence as I silently cry For someone to love before I die. JESUS IS A FISHERMAN Jesus is a fisherman Who saves the souls of man. Dead or alive He leads the faithful To the streams of promise land. He sees us when weíre happy He hears us when weíre glad. He whispers words of hope to us When we face something sad. As wicked thoughts control the mind Evil deeds control the heart. Jesus is who we turn to When from sins we must depart. Jesus is a fisherman Who baits His hook with love. Casting His line in your direction From the banks of heaven above. LOVE CONSUMES ALL Love consumes all physical functions Hearing, taste, touch, thought and smell. It can heal, destroy, weaken or bond Those caught in its presence and spell. May I be remembered by tears of love When my hands lay across my chest. Displayed for view to say goodbye To my family, friends and the rest. Until itís time for my final farewell I will serve whom I love even more. These words of passion inhabit my heart Conveying my need for all, I adore. PASSION AND LOVE Samson so loved Delilah He ended up grinding grain. Anthony so loved Cleopatra He lost all and was slain. David so loved Bathsheba He drifted from Godís command. The way I feel makes it easy To imagine and understand. YouĎre the inspiration of my day And the delight of my night. The joy we share as we conceive Makes everything feel just right. Thank heaven for passion and love Blessings from God to man. Without them weíre mere creatures Subsisting like ants in the sand. TO BE BLESSED BY LOVE Darkness submits to the brightness of day For all rich, famous or peasant. God gives us love as a tool of endurance For what is glorious, painful or unpleasant. He gives us friends that mean so much Though His greatest gift is fathers and mothers. From them we learn the guidance we need Or from grandparents, sisters and brothers. How rewarding it is to share our concerns Of the burdens that trouble manís soul. With words of love, passion and faith With happiness and purpose our goal. To be blessed by love elevates life Projecting a radiance of grace to our face. Like the heavenly bodies that illuminate the night As we voyage through the vastness of space. THE JOY I FEEL The joy I feel within my heart Has overcome my void. No more foolish, selfish acts Risking love to be destroyed. Youíre the rainbow of my day And the tiger of my night. Your style of loving me Leaves no reason to fuss or fight. Happiness shuns the selfish Who fail Godís test of time. Contentment comes as a gift To hearts of the thoughtful and kind. I obtain my daily need As I awake to find you near. The love we share celebrates life As we laugh or cry with tear. Through out each day, there are moments, I find I need you even more. Youíre the radiance of my life Who I worship, serve and adore. I LOVE BEING LOVED BY YOU My life overflows with happiness As my favorite dreams come true. My days and nights are magical Because of everything you do. You stand by me as troubles occur And listen to my worries and fears. You share my burdens and my joys With faith, compassion and tears. Godís gift to man is someone to love Which can be both splendid and rare. Throughout life thereís nothing better Then those who will love us and care. Thereís the past, present, future, and beyond Which will test our measure by what we say and do Too many overlook the thrill of now But not I, ďfor I love being loved by you.Ē WEíLL ALL REUNITE IN TIME Fame, wealth, prestige, and wild women For too long were my passions of life. One day I found sweet liberation When God gave my heart to my wife. 33 years we loved one another Sharing all we possessed and more. Last year she passed in the middle of night Never to shadow our door. Iím sure in rapture, she awaits For me to arrive in heaven divine. Iíll miss our children and grandkids too But weíll all reunite in time. THE LAST GOODBYE Iím on my way to greet my Master And shake His hand when I die. Iím on my way to john sweet Jesus In His mansion beyond on high. Iím on my way to escape manís woes Where the faithful rise to tell their story. Following the path of love and compliance. Guided by Godís magnificence and glory. As I journey to and from all I love It hurts to say my absolute goodbye. Iím on my way to divine fulfillment But for those left behind, ďI cry.Ē The Last Goodbye MOMS Millions of dewdrops greet the dawn As hungry of bees buzz the clover Dazzling butterflies flutter about As moms give love the world over. Lessons learned at our motherís knee Last a lifetime till we grow older. Popping up when troubles accrue Like a whispering angel on our shoulder. Gods gives us friends that mean so much Children, fathers, sisters and brothers Though far, far above all the rest, No one loves us more than our mothers. In and out of friendships, jobs and partners Our mothers always remain our evening star. Those who where born to a selfish mom Make the rest us realize how lucky we are. How great life is to have a good mom Who reads what we feel but canít say. Nothing means as much, as her tender touch And for all who are without one, ďwe pray.Ē SHOULD TOMORROW START WITHOUT ME ? Should tomorrow start without me Remember I love you Looking down from up above Seeing everything you do. If I become a casualty I pray you will love again Whom ever makes you happy Iíll consider my friend. Should tomorrow start without me Remind our boys, God loves all who care And when life seems too harsh and cruel With ďHimĒ they must share their prayer. I have proven Iím not a coward Who breaks and runs to survive Always fearing death will kiss me As the streets of Baghdad I drive. Should tomorrow start without me Be proud I choose to serve Our faith and our patriotism Earn the freedom we deserve. I miss home more than ever It breaks my heart to stay away I canít help but want to hold you And whisper what I say. PASSION Passion is any strong feeling or thought Of love, hate, fear, anger and grief. The emotional joy of sexual desire Sometimes the suffering of saint or thief. The cruelty of man nailing Christ to the cross His treatment subsequent to the last supper. Continuing conflict with endless war Make it seem weíre prone to suffer. All must carry their own cross in life While they struggle to survive the day. Passion reveals how much we desire As we race toward our outcome and pray. WHO? Who wrote the tune the songbird sings? Who made the diamonds we wear on rings? Who caused the snow and rain to fall? Who made spring, winter, summer and fall? Who gave man a woman to love? Who made the clouds and sky above? Who lights the stars and moon in the night? Who makes heaven and beyond so bright? Who gives us babies we follow till death? Who made us able to speak with our breath? Who gives us heroes willing to die? Who made the tears we shed as we cry. Who shows us hope and guides our way? The same one who loves us night and day. SATISFACTION Too many people never know satisfaction For their goals for happiness are placed too high. Most of us complain about what we can't have When we're not bedfast or in the grave, we lie. No one finds satisfaction from serving themselves Contentment takes place, by our unselfish concern. The more we repent and regret our wrongs The more we are able to retain what we learn. So tally your blessings and be thankful for life And remember there are those who wish, they were you. Satisfaction and love are what mere mortal's pray for Though the lucky among us, who feel both, are few. LOVE & HATE Unselfish concerns are the footstones of love Though far too many still waste time on hate. Real happiness happens to the lucky in life Who've bonded to others with love as their fate. Malice, disfavor and ill will complicate life To where our days resemble frustration's hell. The warm rush of love can turn things around Enabling the sleepless to again rest well. Tender love and affection generate fondness Where hatreds repugnance eats body and soul. Friendship, attachment, good will and charity Are the mother's milk of life, when love's our goal. So recognize hate for what it truly is And reject it when it whispers in your ear. For the power of love is the only way To avoid corruption, resentment and fear. MY TRUE LOVE Lord, have mercy on my soul For all the wrong I've done When I was young and foolish And searching for some fun. My daddy told me, son You reap what you sow Everything Iíve learned the hard way Are the only things I know. I searched all the honky tonks And every bar in town The right woman for me to love I had not yet found. My mother always said Why not look at church Thereís where youíll find The right one to end your search. So, here I am singing a song To the music of a choir Next to me is my true love Who sets my heart on fire. I can see her left hand And thereís my wedding ring She catches me peeking at her With every line we sing. A man and wife are equally yoked In everything they do; That's why I celebrate God saving me for you! CHRISTMAS Husbands with ladders hang lights on their home As all who have no one feel sad and alone. The churches are full of the faithful that sing For the birth of our Lord, is a spiritual thing. The sound of Christmas sweetly fills the air While frantic shoppers hustle from here to there. The windows of storefronts at this time of year Reflect all their wonders as Christmas draws near. Little ones stand looking with their nose pressed to glass As model trains on display come speeding past. The path to Santa is lined with girls and boys With a list in their heart of their favorite toys. The stores shelves are crammed with dolls that crawl or walk Games, cars, trucks, planes and stuffed toys that sing or talk. The miracle of Christmas comes once a year When all that we love seems more precious and dear. THE SEED of LOVE A kindly woman can make a sad man sing With her love and affection winter seems like spring. Of all the pleasures in life given to a man There's nothing beats the touch of a woman's soft hand. God saw Adam alone on Eden's floor Then decided to give him Eveís love and much more. So take what you need from she chosen for you Then rid thyself of others and to her be true. The Lord planted love within mankind's heart Though things can grow sour when from Him we depart. Love and hate are but two sides of life's golden coin So be ready for both no matter whom you join. DOUBLE TROUBLE To tell you the truth, it still hurts to share; Even though with him your heart is not there. I've tried hard to think what brought this about For we're not the type who enjoy sneaking out. Your husband, my wife, were into themselves. Like old Christmas toys, they placed us on our shelves. Somehow we managed to take ourselves down And found one another while out on the town. You gave me your number for reasons well known And now you weep as you drive home alone. It's hard to make love when the romance is dead It causes confusion in your heart and your head. There's a battle inside as your mind and heart fight While you lie by the wrong one in the middle of the night. We now know the meaning to the words of that song That it hurts to love someone and to the wrong one belong. HOLLYWOOD WOMAN Hollywood woman, I'm in love with you Though you're always on your own stage. Some days you love me and some days you don't No wonder I'm in such a rage. You baited your hook Then threw me a line And like a big crayfish I thought you were mine. But you have that fever To fish other streams And youíll be the cause Of many menís dreams. For other men have loved you And other men have cried. Every last one of them Has felt you inside. Before long youíll grow old And your looks shall fade And all youíll have left Is your video parade. Those who once loved you Will be dead or gone And youíll lie alone In silence till dawn. A MAN'S BEST FRIEND A manís best friend is still his faithful dog Who anxiously awaits his return home. Where would man be without his canine love When his human mates have left him alone. If a man was as good as his dog thinks He'd be more famous than a football star. It's too bad our wives don't feel the same way I guess its because they know how we are. Man has no fear of his dog's love for life Though itís usually man who buries his pet. It matters not be they large or small What animal has loved man more, as yet? GETTING OVER HER I thought we'd raise our only child And feed him with a spoon But, his mother loves another And they're on a honeymoon. All my friends say I must stop Loving her, of course So I drove my Ford to a honky tonk Still lonely from divorce. From out of my chair, I must get up And ask someone to dance For, if I plan to get over her I know I'll need romance. The dance floor is almost full Of country kings and queens. I feel a pair of eyes Just checking out my jeans. I can see a smiling face I'm almost at a run For I know if I dance I'm going to have some fun. She stands up from her table And reaches for my hand Then I lead the both of us Right up in front of the band. Somebody turned the spotlight Toward the dance floor ball. She is so beautiful I'm afraid I might fall. Here I go, a-gambling A gambling with my heart For when I love a woman It always hurts to part. BODY HEAT 1O5 We drank several glasses of champagne In the living room of her house. Around 9:30 that evening I found myself in her blouse. I fondled and kissed her so gently Like the soft footsteps of a mouse. To my surprise, she opened her eyes And said, ďlook, we're not going to play house.Ē I right away replaced her clothing And buttoned her blouse once more. There was no doubt of my defeat As I lay there upon the floor. She said, ďtell the truth, are you angry?Ē I answered, by far I was not "It's more important what you think of me Than what I may not have got." She wiped away a tear from both eyes And said, "you're my kind of man." At that point, she did arise And to me she held out her hand She led me away like a blind man Who had somehow lost his cane. When we reached her bedroom door I thought I'd gone insane. Before long, we found ourselves naked As she held me in her palm. Can you dare imagine, my friend How hard it was for me to stay calm? We touched all the forbidden places As our body heats reached 105 If love's relief had not been achieved I doubt if we'd still be alive. WITHOUT LOVE Life is simply a circus With too many fools on the stage. There 's greed, fear and indifference As many hearts suffer from rage. Divorce is like a bad book Where the heroes get killed off to soon. When we reach the point the light goes out Then weíll stand up and leave the room. Without love we become such fools In a desert which has gone all dry. When the one we love ignores us Thereís nothing to do but cry. The worst curse that one can endure Are those who just wish to take. When all we give is our own love To find out we've made a mistake. Of all the prizes life may bring To be loved is by far the best. That's why so many search for it For without love, what good is the rest? THAT OLD COVERED BRIDGE We returned to that old covered bridge Where as sweethearts we used to go. To kiss, hug, and squeeze in the shadows While beneath us the water would flow. Up under its wood roof of shingles Is where we took refuge from the rains. Carved in some boards within that old bridge Side by side youíll still find our names. Our memories of our past childhood Are a gift from God for us to keep. Like that picture you once gave me Which I peaked at before I could sleep. We find ourselves back at that old bridge Only now, with our kids to catch fish. We pray someday that they'll find love And come here with someone, just to wish. SOME MEN PRAY Some men pry to marry the woman they love Where my prayers can't help but somewhat vary As I humbly pray to heaven above That I am loved by the woman I marry. The essence of love is its spiritual fire And thereís nothing more sought after on earth. Man's only escape is his own flight But what, without love would his life be worth. Love can be manís worst pain or best pleasure A dangerous gamble he must take in life. For he who falls in love with the wrong woman Shall find all he's worked for belongs to his wife. THE COAL MINER Coal mines in my daddy's day Were dug with strong hands and back. They got larger and deeper As the lungs of the miners turned black. Cave-ins, fires and explosions Were my fatherís daily fear. But what choice has a man When the wolf of hunger is near. With three small kids and a wife There were five stomachs to fill. As we lived in poverty In our shack below a hill. I feel his blood within me As the years of my life pass by I'm proud that dad dug King Cole For a miner so am I. Life to me is but a rose Though it's thorns can make me cry. And like my dad before me To my Lord I will not lie. In cold earth someday Iíll sleep With a shinny stone above. Carved in it, shall be the words I have known the joy of love. ADAM THE LONELY Adam, the lonely was chased from God's land When Eve picked that apple with her foolish hand. Delilah, the evil, cut a champion's hair off When Samson; the strong man's heart became soft. David the shepherd, a king among men Was teased by Bathsheba and driven to sin. A man needs a woman to build up his pride To bolster his ego and to lay by his side. Life mates are a treasure and difficult to find I feel like a blind man who's lost in a mine. Lord, I'm a sad soul with no hand to hold Searching for someone who'll love me when Iím old. TO HAVE AND TO HOLD Our house is big, though our family's small The phone's off the hook, cause we don 't want a call. I need you darling more than anything For your sweet kisses make a sad man sing. I can feel life's clock as it pounds away While the moon says hello to the dying day. I pray to partake every sight and sound While I still enjoy the right side of the ground. Nothing beats the love of a willing mate. So little time for fun before it's too late. The Lord made you for me and me alone And not for others that you might have known. LOVER'S TOAST Come to me with just your love And I will pledge you mine. Feel my lips and share my glass And we shall sip red wine. You're the red rose of my day And the lily of my night. Nothing is so grand in life As when you seize me tight. Love's uncertain future is Where mankind's torments dwell With both it's pain and pleasure Our lust is alive and well. DADS AT WAR Where would I be without you dad My hero of night and day? I'm so glad you love my mother And take time for us to pray. The last time we played baseball You reached for me with your hand. I looked at you, then made a wish That I might be just half the man. I love my father of earth, And I love my Father of heaven. It's a lot for me to love, you know For Iím only eleven. Mom and I sure miss you Since you left to defend our flag. When others ask, where is your dad I can't help but boast and brag. MOMMA Oh, I love my momma Sheís the reason Iím alive. Her total love for me Has made her struggle and strive. Jesus had a momma Who bore Him in a cave. She couldnít help but love Him From His birth to the grave. Should I hang on the highest hill My momma would be there. I know her love would follow me My Angel of despair. Her hair is now all silver As I hold her fingers, worn. Oh, God, bless this wrinkled brow From whose body I was born. LETTERS We were just the best of friends I knew him all my life. I'm sure that he, towards the end Found out I love his wife. He drove his car right off a cliff And crashed into the sea. I know it was no accident For a skillful driver was he. He must have found our letters Of love that shouldnít be. He's the type to harm himself Instead of killing me. As I looked in his wife's eyes She sadly said to me, Instead of us, he killed himself Because of lovers, such as we. Lord, have mercy on our souls For her husband, my friend, has died! No one else may ever know But God how much we've lied. HONEYMOON CRUISE The gulls have gone long ago As we sail a peaceful sea. The skies are blue, soft and kind Where else would we wish to be. Late at night, as we embrace In front of a reggae band. You kiss me, and then you whisper I want to be alone with my man. A little after midnight We both slip away. In such of some time For the games lovers play. Alone in our cabin Your skin is so soft. Iím just that angel Who fell from aloft. After twenty-five years Of our love has gone It's a honeymoon cruise We find ourselves on. May the Lord show mercy On any of those Who have never been loved Or ever been chose. MY LOVE of LIFE Wise men learn more from watching fools Than fools do from watching wise men. I should know for I've been both I can 't believe how lucky I've been. Everyday as I speak out With verse I come alive. My lust for life shall be fulfilled As another day I survive. I take the clay of every day And mold it to my fashion. All I need is my true love Whose heart flows free with passion. I thank the Lord who watches us For blessings which are mine; That Iím festive, fit and free To love my wife who's sweeter than wine. LITTLE BABY Little baby, I love you For you are a part of me Each and every inch youíll grow I want to be there to see. Someday youíll chase fireflies Who ride the breath of the winds. Someday you'll be all grown up And out on the town with friends. You have your daddy 's freckles; You've got your mommy's eyes. I pray to God every day Youíll survive all of life's lies. Little babies shoot up fast As they need to stretch and grow. They do such things as children do In a world theyíve yet to know. Someday you will understand How your parents feel inside Someday youíll have your babies And raise them with great pride. Of all the gifts that life may bring A sweet baby is still the best Your mom and I shall love you Till the day we're laid to rest. ONE MAN'S PRAYER Where are the women who need a good man? Where are the women with love in their hand? Where are the children who played on the lawn? Where are the children when mom and dad are gone? What about the marriage that began with smiles? What about the marriage that ended in trials? What about the future of all involved? What about the problems that must be solved? Answer these questions that tear at my heart. Answer these questions that keep us apart. WHAT LOVE MEANS TO ME I know now for sure what love means to me Itís a chance to be needed and to give happily. For Iíve felt what itís like to be sad and alone And wish for that someone I could call my own. Itís just like young Adam when he lost his rib bone God gave him Eve, so he wouldn't sleep alone. When a man loves a woman, thereís many lessons heíll learn As she respects him, her favors heíll earn. One thing for certain, when your thoughts are for real As you hug and you kiss, you love how you feel. Some live a lifetime just a step from love You are that person who gave me my shove. The world has both givers and those on the take Life can be bad if your love's a mistake. I can't help realize how lucky I've been For you are my wife, but best of all, my friend. I WON'T BE THERE ItĎs true; I've been living with a looser And it's been going on too long I've prayed for the courage and, now I have it To sing you your farewell song. I won't be there in the morning when you need me! I won't be there when you call on the phone! I won't be there in the bed beside you As you lay by yourself alone! Too many times at night I've cried Wondering why you wonít just come home Staring at the clock on the wall As I lie half awake by the phone. For so long it was enough that I loved you Though now my heart needs more. So, I've packed up my bags and my pictures And I'm on my way out the door. WHEN YOU LOVE A MEAN WOMAN When you love a mean woman it hurts down deep In the middle of the night when you find you can't sleep. I remember those times we kissed in the park Covered by moonbeams and stars in the dark. You told me you loved me and would never run away Though now, there's another with whom you play. Somebody tell me what Iím doing wrong Somebody show me before I've waited too long. Other women I've met, they remind me of you It makes me afraid of what they might do. But life without love isnít living at all Everyone needs someone who waits for their call. I thirst for a woman who will love me again One who needs both a husband and friend. Dear Lord, I pray for my angel of love So I may fly high on the wings of a dove. SHE'S MY BUDDY Adam and Eve lay beneath the stars. I wonder if their love was as strong as ours? Darling, I love you, Iím not afraid to say Our love just grows with each passing day. I was afraid our love would grow cold Thatís what Iíve always by others been told. Iím glad they were wrong, so I sing this song For you are the woman to whom I belong. Without your concern I have nothing at all Thereís no one to help me should I take a fall. I need your love it builds up my pride Bolsters my ego and stands by my side. Many men still search for someone like you Case to find a good woman isnít easy to do Lord, I thank you for the love of my life For she is my buddy as well as my wife. OUR MOTHER'S LOVE Our mother's love like a candle Burns brightly upon the shelf. As she lights the way for all others Never thinking of herself. Seven little kids in a farmhouse By my moms hard work survived. Through her love and faith in Jesus We learned how to struggle and strive. The lilacs still bloom by the window Where our mom would quilt and sew. In the winter she'd sing by the fire To the tunes she thought we should know. Our father labored at a quarry In the dust of the earth every day. He worked so hard for his money For the bills our family must pay. Little sister came down with pneumonia And almost died in bed. Our momma lie sick beside her Putting cool rags on her head. We were sure glad to see daddy's face As he drove up our driveway He ran up and into the house Then knelt by their bed to pray. Oh, Lord, please save my family From the fever that burns within For we have always loved Jesus And will serve Him till our end. Our mother and sister survived But daddy, he died long ago. When it's our time for heaven Weíll see many that we know. TILL THE END of TIME I feel like Samson pushing the stone For I gave into love and now I'm alone. Betrayed by a woman, I gambled and lost And now I suffer what disloyalty cost. Samson was blinded by the blade of a knife After his capture by the love of his life. Imprisoned forever and forced to grind grain To spectator laughter, the whip and the chain. The same so am I, a victim of chain For Iíve too many memories of you in my brain. Together my darling from a window we shall peer It will be from heaven both faraway and near. The heirlooms of tomorrow the woman and the man Waiting for our ashes to sift through the sand. I will love you always, till the end of time Now and then dreaming of when you were mine. SAD DAD IN JAIL They put me in prison for the deed I've done I killed the drunk driver who crippled you, son. Your mother, my wife, she died in the wreck That's the reason I broke that man's neck. His dad was a rich man, who pulled lots of strings So well connected he could do many things. I live in this hellhole with all sorts of men; Iím sure glad most like me and call me their friend. The food here is so awful, I've lost many pounds I'd rather feast on the vittles the guards toss the hounds. At night we play cards and you don't dare cheat For if you get caught, youíll be stomped on by feet. Most inmates fashion some sort of knife To help out their odds in a fight for their life I took me a padlock and snapped it on a chain Then hid it in my pant-leg to keep from being slain. I get to see you on our family day The worst part about it, is when you cry as you play. Many times you question, "Dad, when can you leave?" As the tears from your eyes drop to my sleeve. Our visit is now over as they wheel you away I whisper, "I love you" and you see what I say. It's time to go back to my one-room, shared cell And try to write a song about a sad dad in jail. SOLDIER IN THE RAIN Iím just a soldier who stands in the rain My memories of home are what keep me sane. Back home is a land of milk and honey Ruled by lust and love of money. But, what can I say, when I serve her true For I volunteered to see this war through. Now, that Iím here, it's hard to believe We're just the victims of those who deceive. As darkness falls on the rice fields of Nam Scared men with rifles walk the shadows of the calm. It's thousands of miles to the steps of my church With its stained glass, steeples and lost souls who search. Off in the distance I see an arc light Bombs being dropped on children at night. I've seen that evil they call the "yellow rain" And how life withers when it's sprayed by a plane. All of my buddies have been taken away No more touch football will they ever play. Zipped in their body bags for the long trip home Are some of the bravest, I've ever known. War is a hell, devised by man There's death in the sea, the sky and the land. Lord, I canít help but wish I were home Back with my love, whom I hope is alone? WE WISH YOU WERE HOME I remember that fair in September As we waited for a Ferris wheel ride Just as you reached for my fingers I felt how I loved you inside. The next thing I knew we were airborne Above all the eyes of the crowd Surrounded by rainbows of neon As the moon popped from behind a cloud. You asked, "daddy, do you love me" I answered I couldnít live without you. Then you reached up and tugged on my collar As we flew in that chair painted blue. Now you are grown and gone And have marched away to war. As I'm writing this letter I yearn for your knock at our door. I got out some rags and the wax And gave your old Ford a rubdown. I went for a ride of remembrance While its mufflers made your favorite sound I drove by the park to ponder Those ball games we loved to play. I can 't help but worry and wonder If you'll ever come home to stay. Your girlfriend still teaches school We see her every seventh day. There's no doubt who she thinks of When she folds her hands to pray. Your mother still talks to your picture As she works at her sewing machine. I hope my son you realize How much to us you mean. PLEASURE SEEKERS That road of pleasure seeking Has so many deep pitfalls And all the while we walk on it In the distance the devil calls. Some folks drink those bubbly spirits Or smoke that tall green weed Anything to dull their conscience As they sow their wild oat seed. I've been no angel in my life Though I fell from a righteous shelf When I took those risky chances And tried both, many times, myself. Now I'm tired of being foolish. So I sing my songs at church With one eye on my hymnbook And the other free to search. If you're yearning to love someone Let's get together and seek no more Kiss and fondle by the fire And push pillows across the floor. For we need love, health and money And may we live to enjoy them all Before we 're old and in our autumn And our leaves begin to fall. THE FIRST ONE TO LOVE ME The first one to love me was you; Lord And nothing can take that away. My soul is refreshed by living water While my heart flows with love each day. I thank you for the love of my family And I thank you for the love of my life. I thank you for all of the blessings You give to each husband and wife. Your glory rides high on the sunsets Your voice is the thunder of rain. I thank you for all of the heavens And Jesus who came to be slain. I feel when your eyes are upon me As you listen to my humble cry You've redeemed the soul of your servant To dwell in your mansion on high. Iíll claim each and every promise From the Lord of the earth and sky. I'm so glad Iím free from my bondage Of the grave where my body shall lie. I thank you for parting the darkness And guiding my footsteps each day. I thank you for being my shepherd You've walked with me all the way. I know your armor protects me From the devil in search of his feast. And all who are lost without you Shall dwell in hell with the beast! CHRISTMAS IS COMING Christmas is coming and I'm all alone With no one to snuggle at night. My wineglass is empty to help dull the desire To kiss you by soft candlelight. A rare pearl of value, you don 't leave alone Or someone will steal them from you. After they've gone and flown far away It's hard to know just what to do. I'm watching my neighbors hang lights on their tree With tinsel and striped candy cane. I took you for granted and didn't hug enough And now I must suffer my pain. Lord, I'm so lonely; I wish I could die Then be born to relive again. I realize the value of someone to love And the danger of my selfish sin. There's a ring on my phone and a knock at the door Which do I dare go for? If neither is you, I'll break down and cry And again pound my fist on the floor. I run down the hall and the doorknob turns As the swirling snow rides on the wind. There, in my doorway, it's the face I love Such a beautiful present to send. Now, I am happy and dancing around With a permanent smile on my face. As children are singing their Christmas love songs And the world is a wonderful place. PATHWAYS Lord, I'm so lonely, I thirst everyday In search of the love I need like a man in prison with no warmth at night A slave who seeks to be freed. For I need a woman who will heal my heart So my life won 't seem so wrong. Iíll lie down beside her and gamble again Then sing of our love in a song. Remember, young Adam, your first favorite born Who slept in your garden alone. You took form his body and transformed some flesh Then gave him a woman unknown. Whichever the pathway I should choose to take I realize that there will be brambles. For the man who has visions everyday of his life Will always be the same who gambles. Now, to heaven I pray, for my treasure of life After searching the deserts in vain. Iím tired of mirages from fool-hearted women Please give me someone whoís sane. May her eyes be turquoise with cheeks like peaches Ripe and ready to risk. Soon theyíll turn rosy when she sneaks a peek To the tingle of where I kiss. Though I will love her, I shall never follow. Nor will I ever lead. I'll walk beside her and share all I have For the children who spring from seed. If we should argue about foolish things I 'd rather be loved than right. Then when I lie down at the end of my day I'll sleep with a smile at night. ENCHANTED Over any man who feels lost without love God gives women divine powers. They can break our hearts or deflate our ego And cause us to buy diamonds and flowers. They have compelled kings and presidents to beg Wild singles to commit to change their way. Loving us with pleasures problematic to replace With flashbacks of their passion night and day. Women mother our babies who we love till death For us to raise, protect and provide for. They contribute revenue, affection and direction With love, companionship and more. They insist we never abuse or disgrace them Cheat, lie or take their love for granted. Which helps us to become more than we are In love and totally enchanted. WHISPERS The one thing I've learned about happiness It will never last pretending you're not you. Somehow, someway the truth will arise And all that you hide will show through. Sooner or later, one way or another Something in your life seems wrong. You go to bed unhappy and awake the same Repeating life's mistakes too long. One day, to yourself, you begin to question Is this who I am and wish to be How will I choose to live the rest of my life Till the angel of death comes for me? Most people wish to be at peace with God Oneself, and those we love. Frequently taking a look at our past Praying for guidance from above. Thank heaven for the whispers from the heart Which remind us that evil has it's voice too. It's always a battle amid right and wrong As we ponder and perform what we do. LIFE Life's a book written through Where the pages are the years. There's good, evil, false, and true With laughter, sweat, and tears. Our days are songs composed by God As we set them to music with pleasure. His cup of life is for us to drink Though, He, decides the measure. Hurried and worried, dawn till dusk There's no time for a curtain call. We burn our candles from both ends And we're lucky to be alive at all. Cards are shuffled and hands are dealt For all to place their bets. Youthful blunders, adulthood struggles And old age, with its regrets. It matters not, how long we live But more, how well we play our part. For the road to heaven is always near As long as there's truth in our heart. EYES OF LOVE A mind may see a thousand eyes Though the heart yearns for two When the eyes we love have up and gone To the arms of someone new. Eyes that twinkle, I distrust For they are the distant stars. Eyes in love have a steady glow Like Venus, the Moon or Mars. Eyes of love, like planets at night Use borrowed light to shine. Eyes are the living lenses To the camera of our mind. Eyes tend to believe themselves Like the blind love of mothers. Eyes speak without words To the hearts and souls of others. LOVE No rope or cable can hold so tight What love can do with twine. No kiss can taste so bittersweet As the one which captures our mind. The first sign of love is the last of wisdom As eager hearts fulfill desire. Love is just a staple of life Though heaven sparks the fire. Heaven knows no rage like love Once to hatred it has turned. How wise are we who are such fools Who forget the lessons we've learned. Love, indeed, descends from heaven Like a shooting star across the sky. Love sometimes stirs the dust, Till tears fall free from the eye. God must love people in love Or he wouldn't make so many. Those who claim it's a mental disease Have never been loved by any. Love is stronger than life itself And jealousy more cruel than the grave. Men and women have loved one another Since they spent their nights in a cave. When the hands of love Touch the strings of souls There'll be babies on the way. That's the basic rules of life No matter what games we play. Like the flowers in the fields We shed our shields To be warmed by the sun. We live our lives the best we can Till death catches us on the run. MY WILD ROSE You 're the full moon of my nights And the sunshine of my day. Like a queen upon her throne You rule what I do and say. It's God who makes us beautiful And the Devil who makes us mean. It all depends on whom we follow Which way our lives shall lean. With one foot in the future And one foot in the past Let us try to live our days As though each was our last. You're the wild rose of my life My flower of desire. Made by God for me alone Out of earth, stars and fire. MY WIFE You're the bone of my bones Who I love for my wife. The flesh of my flesh And my partner in life. For me to have and to hold For better or for worse. To love and to cherish Though we might fight and curse. Be I richer or poorer Till death makes us part I will give you great portions Of my soul and my heart. Heaven won't be heaven If I don 't see you there May the first to go Be me, is my prayer. FAMILIES The first stage of a family group Begins with husband and wife. Shelters are rented, bought or built As they yearn for more from life. Families are found throughout the world In bone clusters buried in caves Where ancient people lived and loved 'Till death placed them in their graves. Humans still have that need to group As a family to survive They love and care for each other In the world in which they strive. Families are a nation's crown jewels Far more than a golden coin. Members find love and sympathy From the groups they've chosen to join. TEARS Tears are the raindrops of the soul And there's one for all who die. They are the silent words of grief As they fall free from the eye. The shortest verse in the Bible Is the one where Jesus wept So, if you hold back tears, "shed them" When your pains too harsh to accept. Tears are lovelier than a smile When they come from those you love. As they seek relief from sadness When you're summoned from above. Tears are a love-mates humble gift When it's time to say goodbye Though the eyes are wet and swollen With time and patience they dry. LOVE & ELECTRICITY Love and electricity are a lot alike For we never seem to miss them till their gone. We need both, every day of our life And even more so between twilight and dawn. Love resembles a self-consuming amber A static current of both pain and pleasure. It can warm our bed and lighten the darkness And for most who don 't have it, it's a treasure. We can turn it on or we can turned it off Depending on whatever we're forced to do. It may shock us, please us, thrill us, or hurt us Though once without it, we can't wait to renew. THE SEED OF LOVE A kindly woman can make a sad man sing With her love and affection winter seems like spring. Of all the pleasures in life given to a man There's nothing beats the touch of a woman's soft hand. God saw Adam alone on Eden's floor Then decided to give him Eve's love and much more. So take what you need from she chosen for you Then rid thyself of others and to her be true. The Lord planted love within mankind's heart Though things can grow sour when from Him we depart. Love and hate are but two sides of life's golden coin So be ready for both no matter whom you join. FORGIVE ME Forgive me, forgive me And I'll kiss your tears away. You're the first thing and the last I think of every day Let bygones be bygones And be willing to forgive. And I will love you only Every moment I live. I love you and I need you It's a fact and not a lie So if you plan to punish me Say anything, but good bye. PARTING The truest words, which portray my love I speak to you from within my heart. May we always recall how we feel Though through conflict we're forced to part. No one can say how long they will last For life is not everlasting. Yet most hope to be blessed by love By he who does our casting. As the fear of battle bites my flesh My thoughts of home help keep me sane. There's no guarantee that I'll survive But either way, I'll serve without shame. Should the cold hands of death reach for me I pray my soul will awake from sleep. To the voice of God assuring me That my spirit, he's chosen to keep. So try to remember while I'm gone That the person I need most is you. I'll fight like hell to stay alive To return home to the love I knew. SEX Where would we be without sex Like coffee minus the sugar and cream. As Adam was before he knew Eve With no purpose to dream and scheme. No reason for fathers and mothers No reason to buy flowers and candy. No reason for diamonds and jewels Viagra, wine, liquor or brandy. No reason to purchase a sports car A fine house, muscle shirts or a new dress. Basically, a cake without icing So thank God and pray for more not less. PRETTY WOMAN Whenever I'm lonely, sad and blue There's nothing better than a night with you You're the best I've known, present and before I don't dare tell or they'll pound on your door. It's neither a secret nor a surprise That others are waiting for my demise. God blessed you when he made you so pretty That's why so many continue being flirty. God blessed me when he gave me your heart For I'm not wealthy, famous or smart. But I'm strong, healthy, and hard working too And what ever it takes, you know I'll do. MY HERO There aren't many heroes for me in this world Yet, day and night you're my hero and more. I know our marriage is important to you Though you may speak loudly and slam the door. Like a flower from heaven we're blessed by love And what hardships await us, we'll weather. Dealing with difficulties that we may face You choose to work them out together. You're endlessly curious about how I feel And you listen to everything I say. You're my hero, my life mate, and my lover Who honors me with concern everyday. THE STONES OF LOVE Emeralds, rubies, sapphires, and diamonds Are the keys to a woman's heart. He who shops for the stones of love Has hunger for both beauty and art. She'll display her jewelry proudly Around her neck or on her hand. Showing to all that she is loved With no need for another man. So spend your money or use your card And head for the nearest mall. Purchase something you know she'll love And for you and your faults, she'll fall. They say that money can't buy love Though, it sure can help things along. And the stones of love help set the mood For a woman's forgiveness when you're wrong SOMEONE TO LOVE You're great to gaze upon, And ever better to touch. Though sometimes your moods Are a bit too much. Your body is warm, And your skin is fair. All that I acquire, With you, I'll share. When you come home Tired from working hard. I help with the house And manicure the yard. You always respond No matter how you feel To a great back rub Wine, and a good meal. I've said thank you a thousand times To heaven and God above. That some how, some way I have someone to love. TOGETHER Where would I be without you? And where would you be without me? Trapped in the arms of a second choice Forever envious of all, as we. My need for you makes life special Because I live it for you. Everything seems more possible And easier to get through. Each hour is a new adventure Where, what awaits, no one knows. Through friendship, tears and laughter We ensure our romance grows. Even ordinary moments Aren't the same any more. Together we have so much To plan, accomplish and explore. FOREVER MORE I love to be loved in the morning I love to be loved at night. I love to be loved anytime For love in the darkness is light. I pray every day to say thank you For all I have others do not. I pray every day cause I'm guilty For I don't deserve what I've got. Your love is the best of the rest For your mission in life is me. Once I was selfish and cruel But fearing your loss made me see. God gave Eve to Adam To smile and suffer no more. God gave you to me I will love you forever more. I THINK OF YOU I think of you as I smell a rose I think of you when I see your clothes. I think of you if I weren't here Who would love you and call you dear. I think of you when I'm asleep I think of you and will me you keep? I think of you when I kneel to pray Recalling all which you might say. I think of you and what you mean to me I think of you and all you can be. I think of you when you're not home I feel your presence whenever I'm alone. LOVELESS WEEKEND Another loveless weekend And It's my fault I'm alone. I toss and turn in the dark Feeling pain I've never known. Just outside my window There's a full moon in the sky. Every leaf is dancing As the winds of night pass by. There's sorrow in my heart And a tear in my eye. First one, then another Till my pillow is no longer dry. I took your love for granted Putting your needs on the shelf. Feasting on all you gave Only thinking of myself. Then God sent you another To reward the person you are. Someone who would love you At home and afar. Seeking your approval By how they use their mind. Always speaking words of truth Preferring to be kind. To your memory I confess For I no longer have your ear. I pray for God's forgiveness And for love beyond my tear. IF I TOLD YOU I LOVE YOU If I told you I loved you ten times over I would fail to fully convey. How much you are my world of joy As you share all you have each day. Our memories of our blessings past Give us faith as we struggle or play. Our dreams of the challenges ahead Are why we choose to always pray. Someday in heaven we shall exist While earth will forget who we are. Side by side weíll transform to dust As together we fly from star to star. Iíll need your love till the end of time For its existence feeds life itself. Our happiness is my joy of joys For without you, I loose myself. MYSTICAL JOURNEY Children identify with our fears Where adults share our dreams. Life is a mystical journey With laughter, sadness and schemes. A never-ending quest of struggle Where everyone has their role. Sometimes wrong, sometimes right, Facing problems, which take their toll. Even the beautiful someday shall fade As year after year they grow old. With aches, pains, wrinkles and grief The answers of a lifetime unfold. How long will we be remembered For better or for worse? For being tender and understanding Or just another person's curse. Truthful and honest with family or friends Staying clear of any who lie or sneak. Guarding against actions selfish, and cruel Free to be generous and unique? After death who will miss us When to heaven we have gone? Will family cry our name in tears As in their hearts we live on? SHARING I can't believe how we did What we did last night Kissing, squeezing And holding on tight. Far from our problems We had a great time Sharing in ways That to us felt fine. No tossing and turning from inward burning Only moments of passion's desire So what if the moments can't last forever While they pass, they fuel our fire. IT BREAKS MY HEART TO CATCH YOU Where there is smoke there's fire Of that you can be sure. I can't believe I trusted you And believed in who you were. You told me it was me you loved With no need for someone new. All you wanted was my heart and soul And my promise to be true. For whatever reason you blew it And from me you must stay away. You called me by another's name When it was our time to play. It breaks my heart to catch you Here's your cloths in a sack You choose to cheat and lie to me So get out and never come back. THE FORTRESS OF LOVE Every marriage has its bumps in the road And they can pop up at any time. We must learn to navigate them safely With fairness, faith and open mind. No matter how far in your marriage you've gone The highway of love has its rules. The excitement of sex, trust and affection Never tolerates self-serving fools. They say marriages are made in heaven, But so are tornadoes, lighting and thunder. Cold hearts and hot heads never solve anything They just destroy what we love by blunder. Boredom, frustration, irritations and anger Douse the spark between you and your mate. More of the same fails to feed love's flame Till you wake up to find it's too late Human touch sustains the release of endorphins For both the giver and receiver. Never be afraid to hug your partner For the language of touch is a reliever. Always remember to support your spouse When times of dilemma arise. The fortress of love will sustain your marriage If you speak less and listen more, you're wise. All Poems By Tom Zart ďMost Published Poet On The WebĒ ďTOM ZARTíS 322 P0EMSĒ You can hear all of Tom Zartís 322 poems of love, war, faith and more 24-7 on web radio at http://internetvoicesradio.com/Arch-TomZart.htm Tom Zart ARCHIVES: Global Special Operations 101 http://www.globalspecialoperations.com/tomzart2.html
2008-10-26
TOM ZARTíS ANIMAL AND NATURE POEMS BIRDS The keeping of birds is part of history How far back no one can know. Once luxury pets of kings and queens Or on the shoulders of pirates long ago. Birds have remained on man's menu Though all can be tamed as a pet. Chickens, ducks, geese and turkeys Are served on the tables we set. Noah sent a dove to find dry land And it returned with an olive leaf from a branch. God gave birds feathers for clothes So in the elements they would have a chance. The best way to enjoy wild birds Is to attract them close to you. Providing feed, water, bushes and trees Is all a bird lover needs to do. Birds are really quite remarkable When left alone to do their thing. We have robbed their eggs and plucked their plumage And yet they continue to sing. MAN'S BEST FRIEND A man's best friend is still his faithful dog Who anxiously awaits his return home. Where would man be without his canine love When his human mates have left him alone. If a man was as good as his dog thinks He'd be more famous than a football star. It's too bad our wives don't feel the same way I guess its because they know how we are. Man has no fear of his dog's love for life Though it's usually man who buries his pet. It matters not be they large or small What animal has loved man more, as yet? TREES It's hard to imagine our world without trees Shadowed only by concrete and steel. Thousands of products would soon disappear Changing everything we see and feel. No more baseball played with wooden bats No more plums, pears, cherries or apple pie. No more campfires to circle at night And to pencils and books say goodbye. Trees like people come from seed Both drink breathe and consume. They feed, house, and protect us As they sweeten the air with their bloom. Larger and older than any living thing Far bigger then the ocean's blue whale. Some grow 350 feet tall, Before falling victim to the nail. BUTTERFLIES Butterflies pass through four stages of life During the last, they are able to fly. Eggs then larva, change to caterpillars Transforming to flying rainbows of the sky. Blue, black green, yellow, brown, red, white and orange Armed with a keen since of smell, taste and sight. With predators like birds, bats, wasps and ma They are never safe even in the night. Butterflies are the artwork of nature Chased by collectors with their net and jar. Labeled and pinned for their storage and display As new specimens are sought near and far. The next time you see some kept behind glass Remember, they once glorified the air. Their colors and grace generate beauty As in harmony, their radiance they share. HUMMINGBIRD The scent of roses, carnations and daisies Draw to our gardens the hummingbird so fair. Evoking the essence of nature's living jewels As the splendor of their plumage rides the air. So graceful they fly with speed and direction Products of creation that dazzle the eye. A luminous vision of worldly wonder Our most elusive visitor from the sky. They're the smallest of the small on feathered wing Collecting with their tongues the sweetness of earth. Enhancing our lives by their mere existence A temple of beauty, endurance, and worth. FLOWERS My job is in the open air And, Lord, I love the work I do For flowers are my joy of life Though their beauty belongs to you. Your flowers are so lovely Yet, I'm ugly, wrinkled and old I've lived beyond my mortal span As the days I have left unfold. Your lilies are my pride of life And many of them there be. They're worth a fortune, people say Though money has little worth to me. Their glory is my just reward As their radiant heads they raise. I dedicate them to you, oh Lord With all my love and praise. RAINY DAYS Rainy days are a gift of life As they water the thirsty of earth. When nature sometimes weeps with joy Like a father who watches a birth. Rainbows of color arch the sky As storms prepare to part The sound of thunder shakes the ground As heaven speaks to my heart. When storm filled skies are dark and gray. That's when I yearn to strive. Rainy days make some feel sad But for me, I feel so alive. GOD'S RAIN Nature like man sometimes weeps with joy As rain drops plummet and the living grow. Soon there after its fair weather once more With spectrums of color arching that glow. Some day's can't help but be dark and dreary A common fate which has been shared by all. The earth needs rain to water itís thirsty And into each life some moisture must fall. Behind storm clouds the sun is still shinning So never give up when your sad of heart. What mad sailors curse, poor farmers pray for Cause without God's rain all life would depart. DAWN The songbirds sing as skies turn pink While the brightest stars fade away One by one I watch them vanish As the sun gives birth to the day. The scent of dawn is so fresh As flowers make ready to bloom. The dew sparkles upon the grass While the morning dissolves my gloom. A flock of geese circle above In search of some rest and a meal. I watch them land upon a lake As inside, how lucky I feel. The moon's still high upon its throne As it orbits across the sky. I know that I shall love earth's dawns Till the day in my grave, I lie. TWILIGHT Twilight skies turn orange, pink and gray As the stars watch the dying day. The winds of night now stir the breeze While most birds roost the in trees. The fireflies glide above the grass As bullfrogs sing to torment bass. Soon the moon will circle high Beneath its cape of star-filled sky. The twilight is first evening's bell A time of peace when all is well. Another day has come and gone Not to return until the dawn. WINTER SNOW Over the heads of all I meet Falls winter's life giving snow. Upon the rooftops and the streets Filling the sky and earth below. Dancing, swirling, skimming along Like the snows of yesteryears. There's lots of ice on the windows As my lashes freeze over with tears. It's so cold; it's too cold to snow Yet the snow continues to fall. The land is covered blanket white As the winter winds wail their call. There's a red-hot fire awaiting me That will thaw out my every part. It's not the glow of a fireplace But the love that dwells in my heart. FRUITS In most all places where people live Various kinds of fruits grow wild. Which early man gathered from near by plants Long before Noah was a child. The remains of apples, pears, plumbs and cherries Have been found in Stone Age caves. Grapes, olives, dates and figs Were placed within tombs and graves. Fruit was consumed fresh or preserved Dried by the rays of the sun. To be eaten during the long cold winter months Till the snow would melt and the rivers run. Columbus took seeds along on his second voyage To plant and cultivate wherever they would grow. To be plucked and devoured by hungry humans Instead of obtaining them from the forest of foe. Today's fruits are native of many different lands Though most will grow where the climate is right. They are picked and shipped by plain, train, truck or boat To be enjoyed with delight. ROSES Three hundred years after Christ's birth Just south of Rome on fertile land Grew the sweetest queen of all flowers Roses cultivated by man. The poet Horace once expressed That roses were worth more than grain. Seed fills a hungry man's stomach Where roses feed his heart and brain. Flourishing in ancient China Grown by monks for two thousand years. Roses symbolized man's passion For envy, sadness, love and tears. Nero spent fortunes on roses Whose petals showered down on his guests He wished to teach his subjects That roses were an emperor's best. So take down your shovels and plant Placing roses around your home. For their sweet scent and great beauty Are from heaven to us on loan. THE SKIES OF NIGHT The skies of night have a thousand eyes Where the skies of day have but one. Night's black mantle covers us all With the setting of the sun. He who shares stars with a woman Will have happiness at night. Mixed with hugs and words of love Their future together is bright. Late at night, when most are asleep And dream of another day Those who stare at God's moon May say 'thank you ' as they pray. So, let us drink the wine of night And feast on the silence of stars While earth is bathed in holy light And seen without its scars. THE GARDENER As flowers pop forth from the soil And the birds begin to sing. The cold north wind sleeps once more And a gardener knows it's spring. Daffodils are always first Sometimes before the snow shrinks. Tulips are the next to bloom With their reds, yellows and pinks. Then come the purple iris Whose scent makes men think of love. Along with the sweet lilac They give life's romance a shove. When I was young and foolish I sowed my oats all around. Now that I'm old and married, I plant seeds and bulbs in the ground. FLOWERS AROUND A HUMBLE HOUSE The planting of flowers around a humble house Does as much as a big smile on a common face. Like those heavenly bodies aloft in the night Which adorn with their brightness the darkness of space. King Solomon spoke of earth's flowers in the Bible And that where they appear the birds begin to sing. The voices of love can be heard across the land And that lilies and roses are a sacred thing. So till up some soil and be fruitful with seed And behold as flowers rise from earth again. For the sweet scent of blossoms invading the air Fans the fires of passion in both women and men. WHERE THE BIG ONES BITE When I was young and before girls I loved to go fish the river. Creeks and ponds where alright to Anywhere that would deliver. Fingerlings four to five inches long Are what trophies love to feast on. Trout line or pole made no difference Bate up and the fight was on. Sometimes I would strike a fire To help keep warm in the night. Spring, summer, fall, I was eager to go Wherever the big ones bite. WINTER The cold winds of winter play tunes with the trees Though now they sound different when striped of their leaves. Our warm days have gone and for spring we must wait And all who are in love pray it won't be too late. The snow has piled high on the rooftops of town As small birds huddle in the bushes they've found. Everywhere are snowmen standing as guards While children throw snowballs from forts in their yards. Winter's cold days are dreary and often cruel But their hardships are used by God as a tool. His reasons for seasons fit his grand plan To strengthen the souls of both woman and man. THE SIGNS OF SPRING The signs of spring are for all to see Letting the world know that nature sleeps no more. As she awakens from her long winter nap Living shoots of life sprout forth from before. The robin can be seen hunting for a meal As the gentle breezes urge the budding trees. Soon fragrant blossoms will burst open with bloom Attracting the eyes of creatures and bees. Gone till next year, are winters cold days of chill While the fever of love hits the ground on the run. There's heavenly splendor wherever we look As earth is warmed by the rays of the sun. SPRING TIME Easter lilies are in full bloom As young men think of love. Women can feel passion within As they view the nesting dove. Spring hangs her blossoms on the trees Though winter's moss is dry and dead As their sweet scent invades the air Blades of grass raise their head. Spring will soon vanish with the rose And summer shall scorch earth again. Daughter of heaven, mother of all Spring's loved by both women and men. AUTUMN As cold autumn winds strip the trees Melancholy days have arrived. Most flowers, already are frosted brown Though mums are the last to survive. There's lots of fog on the windows As the shorter days lose their light. The year has changed into its wine When our days are shadowed by night. Flowers, butterflies, trees and bees Have all gone dormant 'till the spring. Dead leaves rustle as children play In the absence of birds that sing. Winter to spring, spring to summer It's time for those fall symphonies. The leaves all plummet to the ground As the wind plays tunes with the trees. KATRINA Katrina hit like an atom bomb Consuming the helpless in her path. The waters of the deep surged forth Flooding everything with their wrath. The evil took advantage of absence of law While the brave risked their lives for others. The best and the worst was seen by man Though many became like brothers. May heaven show mercy upon the lost Never to love, laugh, hate or sin. God bless every man, woman and child Whom we may never hold again. STARS Heaven's stars are the works of God The scriptures of his night sky. After sunsets golden-red glow, They 're there to captivate the eye. No one can see beneath their feet As heaven's pearls ignite their souls. To be as one with their maker Is the highest of human goals. Blessed be the candies of night Which guide the sailors at sea. Bathing earth with their soft glow For all who love them, as we! THE MOON For thousands of years man has wondered How the moon came into being. As we look up at its ghostly glow We can't help but feel what we're seeing. King David watched his beloved, Bath Sheba While she bathed in the moonlight so bright. He fell in love and had to possess her Then sent her husband to die in a fight. The moon itself has shown to be lifeless, Though it enhances the beauty of the dark. The daily rise and fall of the oceans waters Have followed the moon since before Noah's Ark. From the very first time man took refused And peered out at the moon in the night. Acts of love, lust, hate and human sorrow Have been committed in the presence of its light. I don't care if man has walked the moon For most, it retains its mystic power So turn off the TV and go forth in the night And partake its beauty regardless of hour. BESIDE LOVE MEN NEED FISHING Besides love men need fishing And for both, most are wishing Catching trophies chosen best To be envied by the rest. Fishing is a game of sport Loved by all, both tall and short. We must fool the fish's eye If we plan to stir and fry. Some use boats while others wade As they fish the sun or shade. Ice-cold drinks help pass the day While life's troubles fade away. Most men feel they've everything With their rod, hook, cork and string. Be it river, pond or lake We all pray our line won't break. All Poems By Tom Zart
2008-10-26
TOM ZARTíS THE WORLD of MAN AND SPORTS BASEBALL A game called prison ball was enjoyed in France while English boys played rounder in short pants. Town ball was the game that Americans played While friends and family watched from the shade. American baseball became alive With Cartwright's rules of 1845. Civil War soldiers played behind the lines To help pass time and soothe troubled minds. Professional baseball got its start When the National League performed its part. Soon after fans would pay to see the games As the players traveled by boats and trains. From April to October, players play. Half the time at home and half away. By thirty, it's time for most to retire Before they're consumed by game time desire. FOOTBALL The stands are full of eager fans Who say, we're paid too much money! But if they would put our suits on They'd find football isn't funny. Twenty-two men and five referees Chasing a pigskin, air filled ball. Mashing and bashing all the way Till the striped shirts whistle their call. All the generals on the sideline Are waging their athletic war. And the letters in the words they use Never amount to more than four. There's no substitute for winning And no excuse for losing. Though after games; when we can't sleep It's because of all the bruising. THE BOXER My opponentís huge but his brain is small Iíll bust his chin and watch him fall. Heíll greet the mat and moan and groan As I stand in victory, heíll lie alone. Boxing is a game of sport Loved by all both tall and short. Cheers and shouts shall fill the air Far more than a circus or fair. Iíll jump the ropes and respond to the bell Engage in combat and fight like hell. As the punishment begins, behold the test Soon the fans will know, Whoís Best. BOXERS, PAST & PRESENT The Greek and Roman athletes Wore studs of iron on each hand Beating and clawing each other Like two tigers on the sand. The English called it boxing first To pound someone with your fist. Mostly it was done for money But sometimes by those just pissed. Matches of the bare-knuckle days Lasted fifty rounds or more Till one man's towel would be thrown in As he lay upon the floor. Boxers now use soft leather gloves With their hands wrapped in cotton. Wearing a mouthpiece for teeth and lips They fight like those forgotten. BESIDES LOVE MEN NEED FISHING Besides love men need fishing And for both, most are wishing Catching trophies chosen best To be envied by the rest. Fishing is a game of sport Loved by all, both tall and short. We must fool the fishís eye If we plan to stir and fry. Some use boats while others wade As they fish the sun or shade. Ice-cold drinks help pass the day While lifeís troubles fade away. Most men feel they've everything With their rod, hook, cork and string. Be it river, pond or lake We all pray our line won't break. GOLF Many games were played with a stick and ball As far back as the early days of man Till the 14th century, golfers teed off At St. Andrews, Scotland with clubs in hand. Today men and women both play golf As a group or just one or two. Players, rich, poor, pro, or in between Practice their swing with clubs, old and new. They don't go thirsty cause they bring their own Whatever it takes to enjoy the day. Sometimes they play several games at once As they win money or give it away. There's nothing better than a green golf course With the sweet scent of spring in the air. To escape the drudgery of the workplace Where you can laugh, joke, brag, gamble and swear RODEO RIDER From dawn to dusk my horse breathes flames I'm a rodeo rider with no time for games. I ride and I fly as I hang on to hair Ramming my spurs in the sides of a mare. Every bone in my body feels some sort of pain No wonder the normal call me insane. Iíll drink cold beer and smoke a skinny And in between paydays, I'll spend every penny. So give me my horse and get out of the way As I ride off to glory, till my dieing day. Waving my Stetson, as the crowd cheers me on How soon theyíll forget after I'm gone. PUMPING IRON Except for love, there's nothing beats a good workout Pumping iron with dumbbells or a bench press bar. You're muscles grow tight as you begin to swell And those who like firmness want to know who you are. From 16 to 60 you can still look good Though they'll be some who will point, laugh, and make fun. Pay no attention to whatever they say For jokes on them, when they're naked in the sun. History's Sampson, the biblical strong man Was blessed with the strength of no other. A modern man who pumps iron and gives it his all Before he knows it, could pass for his brother. So put aside the pop, beer, hotdogs and chips And pump earth's iron for the rest of your life Soon youíll discover the best of yourself And always have someone for a girlfriend or wife. WHEREVER THE BIG FISH BITE When I was young and before girls I loved to go fish the river. Creeks and ponds where alright to Anywhere that would deliver. Fingerlings four to five inches long Are what trophies love to feast on. Trout line or pole made no difference Bate up and the fight was on. Sometimes I would strike a fire To help keep warm in the night. Spring, summer, fall, I was eager to go Wherever the big ones bite. RIVER FISHING After school my friend and I would walk through town to the river Soon to bait our trout lines with cotton cake, crawdads and liver. Sometimes we used baby bullheads, perch or great big frogs Tossing out into the current next to a snag of logs. At times we would disrobe and wade out in the stream Attaching lines to anything hoping to hook our dream. One day I made some doe bait and stuffed it in my sock Attached five hooks, hundred pound line and tied it to a rock. When I bragged to my classmates they snickered and called me fool Till the next day they followed me to the river after school. I made my way to the water my path was a fallen tree Something big was on my line it was easy for us to see. I tried to pull it in but the current was too strong Three boys ran to assist me as we began to sing a song. Going fishing instead of wishing for the granddaddy of them all If we land this monster will give the sport shows a call. It seemed like forever before our beast was ashore Eighty-five pounds of flathead cat as big as a closet door. We shared his steaks at a fish fry, food for heart and soul Took his head and nailed it high for all to see on a pole. For a time we ceased our casting instead we chased the girls After marriage with our kids we again fished the swirls. Too many of my friends have past and the years have raced by Though here I sit with rod in hand a fisherman till I die. All Poems By By Tom Zart
2008-10-26




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