Jude 2

Do we have any aspiring poets on J2? Here's your chance to show all of us what you got. I'm not looking for your favorite poem. I'm looking for anything that YOU have written. Do we have any David's or Maya Angelou's on J2? Not looking for limericks but poems. Come on, give it a shot.

On the beach, in the mist and the rain,
Waves thundered mightily to shore;
Showing the power of their Creator
As they rolled and crashed
Leaving the beach all
washed and clean.

Then it grew calm and serene,
The waves gentler now'
Laping along and I knew
That I heard them singing
their praises to Thee.

On the beach in the mist and the rain,
For the SOn had broken through.

Are sonnets okay? This is my latest. I wrote it about mid-August.


Lover Girl

I walked alone through moonlit paths at peace.
My search for life I thought to be fulfilled.
Our wonder's wonder to my mind did cease.
The yearnings of my youthful heart were stilled.
To never, ever walk again those paths--
That purpose held it's sway o'er my resolve.
Yet, aching beauty whispered to my wrath,
And caused my feet to spin-- my head revolve.
Grant this walk just once to this old prune--
New life to limb, new timbre to my voice.
Once again as sun's kiss brings the June,
Resolve has left me. Now, I leap to choice.
No man should ever live without this love;
That I recieve now from my precious dove.

Upon leaving the airport in Kona
Written in October

Strangle of pitch-black starless
Hollow click of palm fronds
Indifferent orange buzz from streetlights
Crash of surf intrusive and too-loud
Heavy too-warm air for this—this hour of emptiness
In silence I watch you measure the time
Study your profile when you turn to stare
at everything and nothing
Desperate times
Your hand in mine—tender little vine of hope
Smell of smoke in your hair is comforting
My shoes crunch on gritty stone, the steps in front of a church
We're safe in this courtyard
But
still
This yawning darkness terrifies me
HELP. ME.
This massive crawling nightmare has swallowed me
I
am
lost
I go to my death
I'm panicking
In my head
that white screaming silence
before my heart fails
CRUSHED
under the weight of this loneliness
Fluorescents in the terminal
Lightening eastern sky tossing me a shred of strength
Dry-eyed we turn from each other finally
Your hand in mine—squeeze hard before I let go
Oh my love
I should turn around, but I don't
Wouldn't see you anyway
Not through this strangle of pitch-black.

Keep them coming, Guys. I love these.

What Christmas Is About

It all began, so long ago,
And so very far away,
Now, hardly anyone seems to remember,
Why we celebrate Christmas day.

Some think it's about getting gifts,
Toys, clothes, or the latest craze.
Others think it's about a holiday trip,
From the mundane, just to get away.

But it is really about the love of God,
And about his marvelous plan,
For he knew we would need a savor,
So God, himself, would come and visit man.

Now, he didn't come, in all his majesty,
On a throne, with a crown on his head,
But he came in disguise, as a little babe,
Poor and lowly, with only a manger for his bed.

It was not his plan, to stay here long,
So great riches he wouldn't need,
Just long enough to show us how to live,
And tell us, be sure God's word to heed.

So if you think it's about gifts, or trips,
Don't fail this babe to receive,
for in so doing you'll reserve your place,
On that final trip when we leave.

Yes, it happened so long ago
Jesus, was born, that rarest of pearls.
Born as a babe, salvation he gave,
"He was the lamb slain,
from the foundation of the world."

This is a song that Jay and I wrote together. I pray that it will be a blessing to all who read the lyrics.

I can't believe it. She winked at me with her good eye.
We were at the volunteer fireman's annual catfish fry.
The way she looked at me showed she loved me true -
With one eye brown and the other blue.
I can't believe! She winked at me with her good eye.

Here's another I wrote back in August.

A pulse in the black
in this earthen womb I stir
How great everything seems from here
how small I am in your palm
As you are
everything to me
brother
lover
old friend weeping at my grave
A million stars
a thousand words
turn to dust
in the face of this love

suzt wrote:This is a song that Jay and I wrote together. I pray that it will be a blessing to all who read the lyrics.

I can't believe it. She winked at me with her good eye.
We were at the volunteer fireman's annual catfish fry.
The way she looked at me showed she loved me true -
With one eye brown and the other blue.
I can't believe! She winked at me with her good eye.

Oh Dear Lord Did this get much Air Play?

JanB wrote:

suzt wrote:This is a song that Jay and I wrote together. I pray that it will be a blessing to all who read the lyrics.

I can't believe it. She winked at me with her good eye.
We were at the volunteer fireman's annual catfish fry.
The way she looked at me showed she loved me true -
With one eye brown and the other blue.
I can't believe it! She winked at me with her good eye.

Oh Dear Lord Did this get much Air Play?

Isn't it precious? Just think! When this song makes it big, you can say, "Yee haw! That there's my family!" Doesn't it make an auntie proud?????

suzt wrote:

JanB wrote:

suzt wrote:This is a song that Jay and I wrote together. I pray that it will be a blessing to all who read the lyrics.

I can't believe it. She winked at me with her good eye.
We were at the volunteer fireman's annual catfish fry.
The way she looked at me showed she loved me true -
With one eye brown and the other blue.
I can't believe it! She winked at me with her good eye.

Oh Dear Lord Did this get much Air Play?

Isn't it precious? Just think! When this song makes it big, you can say, "Yee haw! That there's my family!" Doesn't it make an auntie proud?????

Well, I am proud of you and the PD

This was sent to me by a friend. Knowing alot of cowboys this is so true about the REAL ones.


What a Cowboy Means to Me by Clay Gibbons, Meeteetse, Wyoming

He has a belief in God, his Creator;
He sees him in the stars, the sunsets, the green grass
And finds his church in the open spaces,
The mountains, a clear creek, the blue sky.
He loves the bawl of a new born calf almost as
Much as he loves the laughter of a little child.

He treats women with respect at all times,
He always puts family first,
And he works hard cause it's the right thing to do.
He'll be there to help a friend or neighbor
At the drop of a hat.

He knows it doesn't really matter
What kind of pickup he drives,
What kind of house he lives in,
Or how much he has in his bank account.

But he knows what does matter
Is that the world might be a little better
Cause he made a difference
In the life of a child.

He doesn't look for fame or glory,
His satisfaction is doing a job right,
Cause in his heart
It's a victory of right over wrong.

If he's lucky,
Once in his life he'll have that one perfect horse
That he'll consider his best pard.
And, if he's lucky,
Once in his life he'll have a wife
That he'll consider his best friend.

His word has always been his bond;
His firm handshake, his signature.
He does right by others
Because he doesn't understand any other way.

His life can be lonely at times,
But he's at peace with himself,
And he knows there's better grass awaitin'
When it's his time to head'er on out to
the other side.

It's hard to define a real cowboy,
But when you meet him, you'll know.
I don't know about you,
But as for me,
My heroes have always been cowboys.

I wrote this back in 1979 right after my first divorce when I was "young and dumb" and thought I was still in love with her. (soulseacher, you might remember this one from your days at HQ)

Back Together

I started thinking about you again today
The way you comb your hair, the things you say
Never knew it would come to this
Never thought that I would ever miss
The times in my arms you would lay

Seems only yesterday, we said we'd never part
You said that you'd be mine, to you I gave my heart
I could never ask for more
You were everything I could hope for
You were the key to make my love start

But now I'm by myself, many miles away
I would give most anything, just to hear you say
"Honey, you come home to me
Our love will grow, you will see
And we'll have children of our own someday."

Am I dreaming, or is it really you I see
Coming down the road,running towards me
Yes, I've come home to stay
And I will never go away
We'll stay together through eternity.

Written in the Autumn of 1971, Knoxville, Tennessee

NOW

Why not now
While the wind knows the secret of your heart
And the morning knows the emptiness of
Why?
Not now
Must you turn and say not now
And your lonely heart be broken once again
The spirit moves for you
In a silent tear
To warm your broken night
And cast away your fear
Take Him now
And receive the Savior's hand
Knowing firmly you can stand
In His love
Right now