There is a time for everything we are told,
a time to enjoy, work and then grow old.
As a season comes and goes,
time moves through our lives as quickly as a wind that blows.
For every day that we are given,
there is a time for things that must be striven.
For work that must be done,
there is little time for things that are fun.
Time can be a friend indeed,
but only when we seek someone in need.
Our time on earth is to be spent,
doing things that are meant.
When our time is finally at an end,
then it will be determined how much we have sinned.
The time in this life that we have spent,
will determine where it is we are to be sent.
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Friday, June 17, 2011
The Big Easy
Brash lady of the south, home of jazz and blues,
party town USA, brawling port of the nation,
melting pot of cultures, the city of Hope,
and Queen of the Nile of the Americas....
.....She's the Big Easy..
Yes, I know there is Bourbon Street where you rub shoulders with pimps,
prostitutes, drunks and movie queens,
And, you stand shoulder to shoulder and jostled and fight for the cheap beads thrown from a Mardi Gras float,
Walk the narrow, crowded streets and listen to the mournful moan of the blues, and the rhythm of jazz being discovered as it drifts through the narrow alley ways,
Feel the sweat and the clamor of the docks, with the exports
of the nation being loaded on the mammoth
ships for all the world.
Sip the strong coffee and wash down the beignets, savor the dripping poboys and famous oysters Rockefeller, and smell the aromas of the seafood preparer of the nation.
She is the queen city of the Nile of the Americas - the
mighty Missisip'
- don't apologize for her being
a lady of the streets,
the birth place of jazz
the queen city of the mighty river of the nation
good food,
fun time
fast people....
She's the city that never sleeps,
The play town and work place of the nation,
....A lady like no other lady.....
.....She's the Big Easy.
party town USA, brawling port of the nation,
melting pot of cultures, the city of Hope,
and Queen of the Nile of the Americas....
.....She's the Big Easy..
Yes, I know there is Bourbon Street where you rub shoulders with pimps,
prostitutes, drunks and movie queens,
And, you stand shoulder to shoulder and jostled and fight for the cheap beads thrown from a Mardi Gras float,
Walk the narrow, crowded streets and listen to the mournful moan of the blues, and the rhythm of jazz being discovered as it drifts through the narrow alley ways,
Feel the sweat and the clamor of the docks, with the exports
of the nation being loaded on the mammoth
ships for all the world.
Sip the strong coffee and wash down the beignets, savor the dripping poboys and famous oysters Rockefeller, and smell the aromas of the seafood preparer of the nation.
She is the queen city of the Nile of the Americas - the
mighty Missisip'
- don't apologize for her being
a lady of the streets,
the birth place of jazz
the queen city of the mighty river of the nation
good food,
fun time
fast people....
She's the city that never sleeps,
The play town and work place of the nation,
....A lady like no other lady.....
.....She's the Big Easy.
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Won't You Come On In
Won't you come on in.....
won't you make my day...
you've got my heart in your hand..
tell me that you're going to stay.
I can't help how I feel
I want to be your man
You've got my heart in your hand
So won't you come on in.
It's all I can stand
I need your love
to give me a lift
So, won't you come on in
won't you make my day.
You mean everything to me
you're the sunshine in my life.
The smell of your hair
the touch of your lips
send me to paradise,
so, won't you come on in
won't you make my day.
The thought of your leaving
the loss of your smile
and the touch of your lips
is more than I can stand
so, won't you come on in
won't you make my day.
Won't you come on in.....
won't you make my day...
you've got my heart in your hand..
tell me that you're going to stay.
won't you make my day...
you've got my heart in your hand..
tell me that you're going to stay.
I can't help how I feel
I want to be your man
You've got my heart in your hand
So won't you come on in.
It's all I can stand
I need your love
to give me a lift
So, won't you come on in
won't you make my day.
You mean everything to me
you're the sunshine in my life.
The smell of your hair
the touch of your lips
send me to paradise,
so, won't you come on in
won't you make my day.
The thought of your leaving
the loss of your smile
and the touch of your lips
is more than I can stand
so, won't you come on in
won't you make my day.
Won't you come on in.....
won't you make my day...
you've got my heart in your hand..
tell me that you're going to stay.
Long Way to Go
No time to waste
no time to rest
got to get on my way
'cause times gettin' short,
an' I got a long way to go.
When I got up this mornin'
grabbed a quick cup of joe
jumped into my car
and down the road I go,
'cause times gettin' short,
an' I got a long way to go.
No time to smell the roses
no time to see the sights
got to get on down that road,
'cause times getting short,
an' I got a long way to go.
Why all the rush?
Why all the dust?
just running on down that road,
'cause times getting short,
an' I got a long way to go.
Each day that goes on by
is one less that I have,
don't have time to waste,
no time to fool around,
'cause times getting short,
an' I got a long way to go.
no time to rest
got to get on my way
'cause times gettin' short,
an' I got a long way to go.
When I got up this mornin'
grabbed a quick cup of joe
jumped into my car
and down the road I go,
'cause times gettin' short,
an' I got a long way to go.
No time to smell the roses
no time to see the sights
got to get on down that road,
'cause times getting short,
an' I got a long way to go.
Why all the rush?
Why all the dust?
just running on down that road,
'cause times getting short,
an' I got a long way to go.
Each day that goes on by
is one less that I have,
don't have time to waste,
no time to fool around,
'cause times getting short,
an' I got a long way to go.
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
My Children
Beauty...resilience...timelessness...strength
the facets of a diamond,
each cut differently
reflecting the light
giving it a value.
Children are a gift
each a treasure,
all have a value
that is beyond measure.
Individuality...skill...talent...personality
traits of all - each child cut differently
from the other.
Measured like a diamond
cut a trait apart,
their strengths
added together, become a family.
the facets of a diamond,
each cut differently
reflecting the light
giving it a value.
Children are a gift
each a treasure,
all have a value
that is beyond measure.
Individuality...skill...talent...personality
traits of all - each child cut differently
from the other.
Measured like a diamond
cut a trait apart,
their strengths
added together, become a family.
Monday, June 13, 2011
The Window
Protected from life
Hidden from view
Alone in my room
With little to do.
I sit at my window
Safe from the world
Looking out at people
Going about in a swirl.
Whether a marriage or loved one
that has been lost,
Or maybe a business of which I was once boss,
Now all is gone and with nothing to do
I sit at my window
Safe from the world
And hidden from view.
A world of hurt
Do I see
A retreat from life
is safer for me.
Like an animal hurt and
withdrawing from life,
hiding from the world and all of its strife
I sit at my window
with nothing to do
Not willing to commit to the care of a few.
There was a time
in this life I know
when I would come and I would go
Now I hide away from it all
Not willing to venture out from this closed-in stall.
With nothing but a window
to the world that I see
hidden from sight
and all who would love me.
A sad time is had
A lost life is bad
But my window is all that I allow to protect me.
Hidden from view
Alone in my room
With little to do.
I sit at my window
Safe from the world
Looking out at people
Going about in a swirl.
Whether a marriage or loved one
that has been lost,
Or maybe a business of which I was once boss,
Now all is gone and with nothing to do
I sit at my window
Safe from the world
And hidden from view.
A world of hurt
Do I see
A retreat from life
is safer for me.
Like an animal hurt and
withdrawing from life,
hiding from the world and all of its strife
I sit at my window
with nothing to do
Not willing to commit to the care of a few.
There was a time
in this life I know
when I would come and I would go
Now I hide away from it all
Not willing to venture out from this closed-in stall.
With nothing but a window
to the world that I see
hidden from sight
and all who would love me.
A sad time is had
A lost life is bad
But my window is all that I allow to protect me.
Dedicated to all of the hurt and gentle people unable or unwilling to share their lives with others.
Friday, June 10, 2011
Rivers of Time
Like rivers of time / our lives drift by /
as seasons / providing the trees /
which acquire soft, green leaves / and then in time /
turning red and golden / shed their leaves.
Travelers in time are all / like a wind
sweeping across the plains of life / visitors in a temporary land /
enjoying moments of bright sunny days / filled with fun and joy /
soon to be followed by sudden storms /
and then dark hours / followed again by
the brightness of the day / rivers of time /
carrying each traveler through his day / waiting /
waiting for the next to arrive /
Time an ever moving thing / a river /
carrying each person / in turbulent white water /
or calm flowing streams / through all events of life /
then stranding him on a rocky and barren shore / or
other times / gently laying him upon soft and lush meadows /
to rest as in a quiet and calm place /
Finally on the appointed day / a call goes forth / and
the wayfarer receives his summons / to quickly go /
moving through time / to stand in a queue / moving to an unknown space /
together with others summoned / to appear at some distant place /
The queue is formed / the line moves forward / the time has arrived
to board / those great ships of time / like the giant Leviathan / casts
off from near harbors / and then ever moving / to arrive at some distant
shore/
Like rivers of time / our lives drift by / a season at a time /
travelers all / in a moment in time.
as seasons / providing the trees /
which acquire soft, green leaves / and then in time /
turning red and golden / shed their leaves.
Travelers in time are all / like a wind
sweeping across the plains of life / visitors in a temporary land /
enjoying moments of bright sunny days / filled with fun and joy /
soon to be followed by sudden storms /
and then dark hours / followed again by
the brightness of the day / rivers of time /
carrying each traveler through his day / waiting /
waiting for the next to arrive /
Time an ever moving thing / a river /
carrying each person / in turbulent white water /
or calm flowing streams / through all events of life /
then stranding him on a rocky and barren shore / or
other times / gently laying him upon soft and lush meadows /
to rest as in a quiet and calm place /
Finally on the appointed day / a call goes forth / and
the wayfarer receives his summons / to quickly go /
moving through time / to stand in a queue / moving to an unknown space /
together with others summoned / to appear at some distant place /
The queue is formed / the line moves forward / the time has arrived
to board / those great ships of time / like the giant Leviathan / casts
off from near harbors / and then ever moving / to arrive at some distant
shore/
Like rivers of time / our lives drift by / a season at a time /
travelers all / in a moment in time.
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