Oh Tosha

Oh Tosha so full of grace

Beautiful eyes brighten up your face

Your golden hair shines like the sun

You are truly a beautiful one

Lovely face and a love nose

Lovely feet with beautiful toes

Oh Tosha oh lovely lady

You are on true queen of beauty

Lovely Lady on a Train

A lovely lady on a train

Riding with a pouring rain

How she looks so very neat

Nestled in her comfy seat

She has a sparkle on her nose

Lovely face and beautiful toes

Oh how you feel her grace

That lovely smile on her face

Oh that very shiny hair

Really makes you want to stare

Oh how you feel and think

As she looks at you to wink

How can you feel so less

With a lady so gorgeous

You will not mind that pouring rain

Seeing that lovely lady on the train

 

A Poetic Poem

There was a mouse

Who lived in a house

Who was beaten by a bat

Of an alley cat

Who was bit by a dog

That was stomped by a hog

Who got kicked by a horse

That was way of his course

And we don’t know how

He was stomped by the cow

Who was taken down

By Farmer Brown

Who was put in a stiff

By the local sheriff

Who then was shot

By a man smoking pot

Who then was burned

By a soldier who returned

To spend his life

With his lovely wife

Jenny and Pete

A lovely lady named Jenny and her dog named Pete

He has his four paws, and she has two beautiful feet

She feels the grass between her toes as they walk on the trail

He is just so very happy walking along wagging his tail

She throws out a branch trying to get him to fetch the stick

But instead Pete gives her bare feet a really good lick

Gentle wind and clear sky, a walk they love to take

They enjoy putting their feet in the waters of the lake

They always enjoy each other every time they meet

A lovely lady named Jenny who loves her dog Pete

Holly’s Piggy’s

Holly’s big piggy ate a hot dog

Holly’s second piggy had wings

Holly’s middle piggy ate the whole hog

Holly’s fourth piggy ate rings

Holly’s little piggy ate food

And ate a little pizza too

All of her piggy’s are in a good mood

And they wiggle on through and through

The Land Between Two Cities

Hello  Everyone.  This  is  a  poem  I  wrote  back  in  2005.  It  was  released  in  April  of  that  year.  It  tells  a  story  of  a  people  who  flee  a  tyrannic  country  to  make  their  way  to  America.  The  two  cities  mentioned  are  New  York  City  and  San  Francisco.  Before  air  travel,  most  people  came  to  America  by  either  New  York  City  on  the  Atlantic  Coast  or  San  Francisco  on  the  Pacific  Coast.  The  poem  won  an  Editor’s  Choice  Award  from  poetry.com.  For  many  people,  this  poem  hit  home.  I  hope  that  it  hits  home  with  you  as  well.

 

The Land Between Two Cities

Once upon a time there was a man.

He wanted to do everything he can.

The place where he wanted to go

Was to the land between New York City and San Francisco.

 

He was from a very barren land.

He was constantly beaten with the back of a hand.

He hoped that he would one day go

To the land between New York City and San Francisco.

 

He wanted his fellow people to see

How good it would feel to be free.

He was determined to let all the people know

That you are free in the land between New York City and San Francisco.

 

The leader of this land came to the people and said,

“Listen not to this man.  He just wants to take away your bread.

You do not want to go

To the land between New York City and San Francisco.

 

As long as I rule over you

I will always tell you what to do.

I do not want you to know

About the land between New York City and San Francisco.

 

I will make you work without any rest.

You will say that my way is best.

You will say that freedom is not good for you, so

Nor is the land between New York City and San Francisco.

 

Now you must see

That you only please me

And I will not let you go

To the land between New York City and San Francisco.”

 

The people said, “Do you not see?

We want to be free.

We want to go

And see the land between New York City and San Francisco.”

 

 

 

 

 

The leader of the land said, “You will breathe your last breath

As we beat each one of you to death.

You will never be free to go

To the land between New York City and San Francisco.”

 

The people would rebel and begin to fight

A man said, “This could go into the night.

We will disobey you and go

To the land between New York City and San Francisco.

 

You are foolish and blind to see

That all people of the world wish to be free

And that is why millions of people want to go

To that land between New York City and San Francisco.

 

You fool!  It is a great and fertile sod

That was established by the Almighty God.

The Almighty God will come to overthrow

The enemy of the land between New York City and San Francisco.

 

The Almighty God is more powerful than you can see

But he chooses that all people on earth be free.

That is the thing that the forefathers had to know,

The ones who established the land between New York City and San Francisco.

 

Surrender yourself to the Almighty God

For he rules mightily with a lightning rod

And you will watch your life grow

As if you were in the land between New York City and San Francisco.

 

You yourselves will never rust

As long as ‘In God You Trust’

Do this, and see the show

That lovers of God created in the land between New York City and San Francisco.”

 

The leader was very angry and he said,

“Because you worship God, you all will be dead

Because God is nothing compared to me and so

For because of this God I will destroy the land between New York City and San Francisco.”

 

With those words there was a great quake

That made all things about that land shake

A voice from above said, “Let the people go

To the land between New York City and San Francisco.”

 

 

From that point on, the people did say,

“We are no longer under corrupt rule today

For the Almighty God commanded us to go

To the land between New York City and San Francisco.”

 

The people celebrated in the street

As the leaders of the land suffered defeat

And the people began to go

To the land between New York City and San Francisco.

 

Weeks later they were sitting on the porch

Looking at a lovely lady holding up a torch

With her welcome, these words they all would know:

“Welcome to the land between New York City and San Francisco.”

 

We as the people in this land must see

That the freedom we have is not free

We must see to it that we never let it go

Away from the land between New York City and San Francisco.

 

From a woman in the east and a golden gate in the west

The people who live here will say that this land is the best

We must always remember, and do not let anyone overthrow

The God established principles that made up this land between New York City and San Francisco.

 

From Grand Isle, Maine to Border Field State Park, California.

From Tatoosh Island, Washington to Key Largo, Florida.

From Angle Inlet, Minnesota to Brownsville, Texas.

Plus Alaska, Hawaii, Guam, American Samoa, Virgin Islands, and all of the territories.

May this land between New York City and San Francisco bless God.

 

 

 

 

 

March 15, 2005

Limericks of Gorgeous Ladies

She is Amanda, a lovely gal

So lovely, makes a great pal

The glow of her hair

Really makes you want to stare

And you see her running with Al

 

It is such a dandy

To see the beautiful Brandi

Oh she is so fine

Like a nice flavored wine

With toes in the beach so sandy

 

We must talk of Colleen

A great girl we have seen

With the twinkle in her eye

It will truly make you sigh

Her look is oh so keen

 

Oh yes we have Donna

Oh she is much hotter than a sauna

Much to your surprise

She has sparkle in her eyes

Her beauty much bigger than Ghana

 

We must mention Elaine

Her beauty soothes your pain

As she swings her hips

See the beauty of her lips

She is colorful as a candy cane

 

There is the lovely Fran

Who looks lovely with a man

You can feel the grace

Of her beautiful face

She will be part of your plan

 

Here comes the lovely Gail

With whom you will set sail

Feel the rushing wind

That cannot be skinned

Time with her will not be stale

 

A red head named Holly

Who is always so jolly

With that twinkle in her nose

And sand between her beautiful toes

She is truly one lovely Dolly

 

The lovely so lovely Isabel

Oh this lady truly is swell

All throughout the night

The lady is out of sight

Oh how this lady can sell

 

The one and only Jennifer

You really want to be with her

With her you want to ride

You want her by your side

A great aroma like myrrh

 

Oh Katherine, Oh Katherine

She has such great beauty within

You don’t know what to say

As she is coming your way

She just makes you stand there and grin

 

Lindsey, Lindsey, I do recall

As being the beauty of them all

From her toes to her head

A story of beauty has been said

By that mirror on the wall

 

There is something about Mary

A woman you would want to carry

I can rest you assure

She is very truly not a bore

She is a light at the monastery

 

How can we forget Nancy

Out there looking so fancy

She looks so very neat

She has very beautiful feet

Get ready, she is getting dancy

 

Oh Olivia, what beautiful eyes

So much beauty in her lies

The smile on her face

Her beauty and grace

And all of the ugliness dies

 

You cannot go wrong to bet

On the very lovely Paulette

You will never feel down

As you rolls around town

Without her, you will fret

 

Oh Quintana oh so cool

The thought of her makes you drool

What beautiful hands

Toes in the sands

Sits gracefully by the pool

 

A lovely babe Rene

I don’t know what to say

I am so mute

Because she is cute

But she is ready to play

 

Sabrina, Sabrina, you really know how

To soothe the feeling of my brow

As her face is aglow

For a wonderful show

She is shining bright right now

 

On Tina, this is your day

Your face so golden like golden hay

The soothing of your hands

And where your feet stands

To see you, a price we pay

 

Oh Ursula, oh Ursula

I really want to see ya

You bring no despair

With beauty everywhere

And we say, “Oh-la-la”

 

Victoria stands for victory

Victorious woman we do see

Wind through her hair blows

And the wind through her toes

She flourishes like a tree

 

Oh Wanda, you are magic

Without you, it is tragic

Oh do we see

You are no fantasy

In hockey, you are a hat trick

 

Oh Xenia, great princess

You are gorgeous, I must confess

You bring no strife

As a beauty wife

A man will have no less

 

Come what may, Yvonne

All ugliest is gone

A gorgeous lady

Never so fady

As she lays out on the lawn

 

Zara, Zara, last but not least

Her beauty will destroy any beast

She truly has class

With her toes in the grass

She will treat you with a feast

At This Very Time

At this very time, we are here.

At this very time, we are not here.

 

At this very time, we are going.

At this very time, we are stopped.

 

At this very time, everything is new.

At this very time, everything is old.

 

At this very time, we are moving fast.

At this very time, we are moving slow.

 

At this very time, it is hot.

At this very time, it is cold.

 

At this very time, it is bright.

At this very time, it is dark.

 

At this very time, it is day.

At this very time, it is night.

 

At this very time, people are hungry.

At this very time, people are full.

 

At this very time, the train is arriving.

At this very time, the train is departing.

 

At this very time, the children are good

At this very time, the children are bad.

 

At this very time, people are alive.

At this very time, people are dead.

 

At this very time, they are high.

At this very time, they are low.

 

At this very time, things are noisy.

At this very time, things are silent.

 

 

At this very time, there is war.

At this very time, there is peace.

 

At this very time, there is love.

At this very time, there is hate.

 

At this very time, there is time.

At this very time, there is no time at all.

 

At this very time, this very time.

Spilling Ink

THE  FOLLOWING  POEM  WAS  READ  AT  AN  EVENT  CALLED  ‘SPILLED  INK’  AT  THE  JIRANI  COFFEE  HOUSE  IN  MANASSAS,  VIRGINIA  HIGHLIGHTING  SOME  OF  THOSE  WHO  READ  THEIR  MATERIAL.

 

Spilling Ink

 

On this night we spill some ink

A night where we hear great minds think

It is here where we hear that missing link

And not get stuck with the kitchen sink

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It is that one and only John Dutton

His stories will really burst your button

All his stories are free of gluten

Without him, there would be nuttin’

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Then we have Dan Verner

His stories are a page turner

He has more excitement than a butter churner

And will make you into a quick learner

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We welcome Robert Scott

When he’s with a woman, she’s so hot

His poems really knock over the pot

He gives you an evening that will never rot

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Gail Williams, her name is Gail

Oh we are about to set sail

Her story will never get stale

And her story will never fail

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Oh we have Kathy Smalz

Her poetry as graceful as waterfalls

Her words echo throughout the halls

Her words, her words, beckon calls

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Oh we have Colleen LaMay

Her work gives you a great day

You want to hear what she has to say

And she will truly brighten your way

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Our great coffee lady, Mac, she’s so sweet

She keeps the coffeehouse clean and neat

But now she sits down so comfy in her seat

And we glance at the bottoms of her beautiful bare feet

 

 

So to those whose coats are of mink

To those skating around the ice rink

To all of you ladies out there wearing pink

Enjoy a night here at Spilled Ink