Hallway Princess and Peasant

I know we can’t happen

The caste system is well alive

You are up on high

And I am down low

Yet, you have none of the snobbery

You talk to peasants like me

Royalty doesn’t exist in America

So, they say

But the nobility hasn’t met

The guillotine yet

You are most likely going

To be on his arm again

Second times are the norm

After a storm

At this land of love

Someday, my kind

Will shine

But until then

You own my heart

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Christmas Arrival

Like a wanderer in the wilderness

Israel is searching for salvation

A people trapped in sin

A river of mercy will flow again

 

Prince of Peace, Emmanuel , Son of David

His multiple names enhance his mission

Of love, charity, and good will

From kings in palaces to shepherds on hills.

 

The prophets hadn’t spoken in 400 years

Their silence was the answer to yearning ears

Until God sent His Son, the final reply

So, that all men might live and never die

 

An angel came to a maiden

Engaged to an carpenter

Through her, God built his plan

To save the offspring of the first man

 

Caesar desired his due

And a census was ordered

The carpenter was a son of David

He found a donkey for her and they traveled to Bethlehem

 

Galilee to Judea, an arduous trip

His sandal-clad feet cut open

The lamps of Bethlehem finally glowed

The final exit on the unpaved road

 

There was no room at the inn

The manager offered his manger

They settled down among the hay

To await the child of Christmas day

 

When the Savior was born, the heavens rejoice

Angels filled the skies and sang

Animals too, hymned along

Joining the heavenly bodies in their song

 

Shepherds down from the hills came

Bringing gifts of wool and lambs

Poor, shivering shepherds

Bowing before the Good Shepherd

 

Magi come bearing gifts from the East

Frankincense, myrrh, and gold

Foreshadowing gifts from three kings

Bowing to the King of Kings

 

Let’s us join in the celebration of Christmas Day

As we join in wishing Jesus,  a Happy Birthday!

 

 

 

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Run Away Stay Away

 

 

Freshman year I desired you more anything

More than the stars, the earth, gold, or being a king

But you desired different things, different dreams

You found another guy one that wasn’t me

I kept my distance never interfered

I went through a long tortured year

But then the next year I found a new idol

A goddess to worship, my heart again put on trial

My newest attempt was a failure just like with you

But I successfully escaped from your eyes of blue

You kept trying to talk to me, you wanted to be friends

But I ran away wary of falling again

I reasoned, if I stay away from you

I won’t fall for you again

Don’t take the running as an insult

It’s not your fault

That my heart falls for beautiful women

That’s why I run away

 

 

 

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Dixie Lass

This poem/song was inspired by the song "The Yellow Rose of Texas" my favorite song out of the American Civil War songs.  Also, there are elements of "Oh Susanna" in it.

"Dixie Lass"

 

 

There was a lass in Dixie

Who was mighty fine

And she told me, she was all mine

Then I went off to war

And left her weeping at the door

When I married her that wonderful day

I promised her to never go away

But as much as I try to keep war at bay

It used its age old weapon of masculine sway

I left her bonnie-blue eyes

And gold-wheat hair

And cotton-colored complexion fair

Down in Dixie

Now we are far apart

And it's just breaks my heart

I'm struck drinking Virginia whiskey

When she is way down in the heart of Dixie

I'm feeling awfully low as far as any man can go

I'm sentenced to the firing line of the lovers' death row

As soon as the war ends I be aglow

I go back to the girl I left long ago

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Vote

This poem is inspired by the election. No matter what party or wing you are on, we can all agree that voting is a necessity. To honor those brave patriots of 76.

“Vote”

 

 

Every election, Grandpa would get dressed up in a suit

Just to go out and vote

We all say Grandpa, all you’re doing is voting

It’s not church or a funeral

He would look straight at us and say

“Many men died for our right”

“To be able to vote without fear or fright”

“Our great-great-great grandfather froze in Morristown”

“Waiting for the day to cast a ballot down”

 

After that, He would head out

Come back with a sticker that said I voted

Looking back while casting my first vote

I realize what he was so devoted about

The thrill of selecting a leader,

The responsibility in my hands

Someday to my kids I will say

“We own a debt to the patriots of yesterday”

“Honor them with a vote”

Notes: I choose Morristown instead of Valley Forge because Morristown was actually a worse winter than Valley Forge.

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Red Flower

A metaphor poem. Just something I wrote on the way home from school about 1 1/2 ago.





Red Flower burning bright
As hot as the desert sun is burning
Men melt under your intense gaze
You thrive in the scorching heat
The cactus' flowers has nothing on your splendor
You are the life of the sandy plain
Red Flower, lighting up the desolate night
Gleaming ruby over the horizon
Grew in the paradise of the sun
Transplanted to the freezing mountains
There's little rain to refresh your petals
Yet majestically you still blossom
Red Flower, someway standing tall among the weeds
The jealous thorns prickled and pouted in envy
The average dandelion turns to plain white in despise
To equal your radiant magnificence





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The Queen of Maryland

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This poem was inspired by traveling through the Old Line State. I think I wrote this after returning home from Washington D.C. There are allusions to Maryland. Metaphors but no similes. I hope to write a series of these for all 50 states. So far one now, 49 to go.

 

She takes my breath away
Whenever she glides across the room
My mouth drops open
And I thank God for the opportunity to see her in full bloom
Dandelion-colored hair flying with the breeze
She's easy on the eyes
And softer on the soul
She makes the cold-hearted stone statures cry
Maryland gave us her finest pearl
The state fished from the sea
You take Annapolis and Baltimore
And I take the girl bathed in beauty
I'm so glad she crossed the Mason-Dixon Line
People marked on their calendars the date
That she crossed the legendary dividing border
From the Old Line State to the Keystone State
Alas, poor Maryland lost the marvelous prize
But she still is the queen of the Annapolis shore
The baroness of Baltimore
And the grandest title of all, the Queen of Maryland






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