When your heart leads you down forbidden trails
and you struggle and your resolve fades and fails
when desire rules among strange flora and fauna
your Sunday school spirit says don.t but you really wanna
Free will comes to rule the night and you fall
like you had no conscience atall
welcome to the club of life.s travail
sometimes we win and oft times we fail
Wednesday, July 12, 2017
Wednesday, May 17, 2017
Charlie's match
Charles lit the match that fired up energized the total red state
and fueled the fire creating the President to make America great
and the red smoke spread across the fruited plain as it is heard
and now with a new GOP Charlie is trying to rein in the Rino herd
so if you want your political windows washed there is one man
who can field the trioups, plan the stategy and come up with a plan
that would be Charlie Meadows patriot of the last four decades
Constitutionalist supreme who walks with the Lord and never fades
Charles lit the match that fired up energized the total red state
and fueled the fire creating the President to make America great
and the red smoke spread across the fruited plain as it is heard
and now with a new GOP Charlie is trying to rein in the Rino herd
so if you want your political windows washed there is one man
who can field the trioups, plan the stategy and come up with a plan
that would be Charlie Meadows patriot of the last four decades
Constitutionalist supreme who walks with the Lord and never fades
Saturday, February 25, 2017
Old goat
Old goat
the youngster contemplating the women in his life
and said there must be one perfect to be my wife
in higher ed he looked around for years and never found
one who met his yearning to make his love abound
traveling the world to ports far and some very near
he searched for the perfect match to be his dear
and out of desperation he married one with talents good
who shared his bed and bore his children did what she should
then as his eighth decade came creeping down life.s road
He looked up from his hospital bed and there she stood
the one straight out of his life fantasies in all her glory
so you probably think this is the happy ending of his story
but nay...she was half his age, married to her life dreamboat
sometimes life is strange and your last breath gets your goat
jdm02/25/2017
the youngster contemplating the women in his life
and said there must be one perfect to be my wife
in higher ed he looked around for years and never found
one who met his yearning to make his love abound
traveling the world to ports far and some very near
he searched for the perfect match to be his dear
and out of desperation he married one with talents good
who shared his bed and bore his children did what she should
then as his eighth decade came creeping down life.s road
He looked up from his hospital bed and there she stood
the one straight out of his life fantasies in all her glory
so you probably think this is the happy ending of his story
but nay...she was half his age, married to her life dreamboat
sometimes life is strange and your last breath gets your goat
jdm02/25/2017
A dead man walks with me
The Body of this Death
“O wretched man that I am! Who shall deliver me from the body of this death?
I thank God through Jesus Christ our Lord. So then with the mind I myself serve the law of God; but with the flesh the law of sin.”
(Romans 7:24-25)
A dead man walks with me;
He makes my footsteps slow;
He looks with lust upon the world,
And shames me as I go!
He’s shackled to my cross.
My very life ensnares;
For what I would, he will not do,
And what I won’t, he dares.
A dead man walks with me;
His presence, though I try,
I cannot hide; his carnal form
It’s plain to every eye.
He is a sinful man,
And thus he will remain;
And, till the grave shall be his bed,
He even shares my name.
A dead man walks with me.
He does not know the way
To heaven’s bliss, where someday I
Must go, and he must stay!
For soon my Lord will come
To break the ties that bind.
And when the sting of death is gone,
The dead I’ll leave behind.
Thank God, we are no longer under the law of Moses, but the law of grace in Christ Jesus. And though the flesh now serves the law of sin and death, some day it will forever be conquered in death, and we will forever be free with Christ!
“O wretched man that I am! Who shall deliver me from the body of this death?
I thank God through Jesus Christ our Lord. So then with the mind I myself serve the law of God; but with the flesh the law of sin.”
(Romans 7:24-25)
A dead man walks with me;
He makes my footsteps slow;
He looks with lust upon the world,
And shames me as I go!
He’s shackled to my cross.
My very life ensnares;
For what I would, he will not do,
And what I won’t, he dares.
A dead man walks with me;
His presence, though I try,
I cannot hide; his carnal form
It’s plain to every eye.
He is a sinful man,
And thus he will remain;
And, till the grave shall be his bed,
He even shares my name.
A dead man walks with me.
He does not know the way
To heaven’s bliss, where someday I
Must go, and he must stay!
For soon my Lord will come
To break the ties that bind.
And when the sting of death is gone,
The dead I’ll leave behind.
Thank God, we are no longer under the law of Moses, but the law of grace in Christ Jesus. And though the flesh now serves the law of sin and death, some day it will forever be conquered in death, and we will forever be free with Christ!
Friday, February 24, 2017
Bitterness the unwelcome companion
Bitterness the unwelcome companion
Bitterness my nightly companion as joy flees
no matter how much time on my knees
faith grows day by day even as prayer does naught
to free the helpless feelings hiding in my heart
drink nor baudy party would never sooth my trevail
so now as daylight shrinks my night prayer wells up in my mind
the Lords own prayer that holds all wisdom human and divine
this time I add 'may bitterness flee if it be Thy will'
and not be residing hiding in my simple being still
but if my plea goes unansered undisturbed come the day
His grace suffiect for Paul for me to in this body of clay
and some day when I see His face divine
the purpose of it all will be revealed and mine
and remembered forever no more in that new day
bitterness stays in the grave with joy the new way
jdm02/24/2017
Bitterness my nightly companion as joy flees
no matter how much time on my knees
faith grows day by day even as prayer does naught
to free the helpless feelings hiding in my heart
drink nor baudy party would never sooth my trevail
so now as daylight shrinks my night prayer wells up in my mind
the Lords own prayer that holds all wisdom human and divine
this time I add 'may bitterness flee if it be Thy will'
and not be residing hiding in my simple being still
but if my plea goes unansered undisturbed come the day
His grace suffiect for Paul for me to in this body of clay
and some day when I see His face divine
the purpose of it all will be revealed and mine
and remembered forever no more in that new day
bitterness stays in the grave with joy the new way
jdm02/24/2017
Friday, February 17, 2017
The Practice
THE PRACTICE
The Doc was just practicing on the innocent child
his professors had said the side effects were mild
he had years of training when he realy needed decades
before boldly engaging in the for profit medical trades
his white coat and stethoscope gave him false pride
that his guesses (prognostications) would turn the tide
of complicated diseases he did not fully or even elemental understand
and he would bring health to those who came with cash in hand
in his heart he knew that studies show that those not medicated
survive with oft times better results than those who pay his rate
but with usurious college loans to pay and joys of prosperity
he plies his trade and never lets thought invade about his morality
then one day he faces fellow practitioners golden knife
and his wealth flees with his last gasped breath of life
so what is moral of my story you ask...what are you getting at?
God in heaven numbers the days of a man
and your days are His to number and in His hand
jdm 02/17/2017
Dedicated to Susan Holmes and nulti millions who have been harmed by 'Practice' and untested drugs and inoculations from Big Pharma and Big Med
The Doc was just practicing on the innocent child
his professors had said the side effects were mild
he had years of training when he realy needed decades
before boldly engaging in the for profit medical trades
his white coat and stethoscope gave him false pride
that his guesses (prognostications) would turn the tide
of complicated diseases he did not fully or even elemental understand
and he would bring health to those who came with cash in hand
in his heart he knew that studies show that those not medicated
survive with oft times better results than those who pay his rate
but with usurious college loans to pay and joys of prosperity
he plies his trade and never lets thought invade about his morality
then one day he faces fellow practitioners golden knife
and his wealth flees with his last gasped breath of life
so what is moral of my story you ask...what are you getting at?
God in heaven numbers the days of a man
and your days are His to number and in His hand
jdm 02/17/2017
Dedicated to Susan Holmes and nulti millions who have been harmed by 'Practice' and untested drugs and inoculations from Big Pharma and Big Med
Submarine races guide
when I was young and in my fine times
the girls all stood in long lines
but now that I am older than sand
thier granddaughters all say he.s not the man
he once was handsome and smooth of persuasion
but now he is over the hill with no more conversation
that can make a ladies romantic heart swoon
he is an old lone wolf howling baefully at the moon
once an accomplished guide for Submarine races
on Lake Texoma shores his talent now in other places
Octogenarians must do their part in life with endless tales
of how they made the country safe for your generation
fighting the worlds bad guys and protecting freedom for all
bringing democracy to people who cannot understand a.tall
when I was young and in my fine times
the girls all stood in long lines
but now that I am older than sand
thier granddaughters all say he.s not the man
he once was handsome and smooth of persuasion
but now he is over the hill with no more conversation
that can make a ladies romantic heart swoon
he is an old lone wolf howling baefully at the moon
once an accomplished guide for Submarine races
on Lake Texoma shores his talent now in other places
Octogenarians must do their part in life with endless tales
of how they made the country safe for your generation
fighting the worlds bad guys and protecting freedom for all
bringing democracy to people who cannot understand a.tall
Tuesday, February 14, 2017
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Package deal
Life and pain are a package deal
tears are a gift from God that heal
smiles are a prayer to one in need
a hug is a confort indeed
but joy is liberaly applied
to all who cry
by the Master who sees our pain with a sigh
a never ending celebration
Love is the very essence of life
that takes the bitter our of strife
Love is the tie that binds us one and all
that makes huge mountains seem so small
Love is the springs of tears of joy
the sun light that dispels a dark ploy
Love is unquenchable with the patience to pause
and wait at heaven's opening door just because
Love is where God has visited, where He hangs His hat
the first step, the final embrace, joy's natural habitat.
Love of you, Love of Him, Love of His creation
makes life and eternity a never ending celebration.
jdm02/09/1981
that takes the bitter our of strife
Love is the tie that binds us one and all
that makes huge mountains seem so small
Love is the springs of tears of joy
the sun light that dispels a dark ploy
Love is unquenchable with the patience to pause
and wait at heaven's opening door just because
Love is where God has visited, where He hangs His hat
the first step, the final embrace, joy's natural habitat.
Love of you, Love of Him, Love of His creation
makes life and eternity a never ending celebration.
jdm02/09/1981
Eternity's slowly opening door
White hair God's crown upon my years
decades do not mute my silent tears
loves desire yearns for soul mates embrace
as life's paths treasured memories retrace.
the beauty of her passionate love, gentle and quite
makes the way clearer with each passing night
while hope grows brighter at each new days start
that He will grant me the desire of my heart
and we will sit side by side on for just awhile
as once more I shall feel the warmth of her smile
and tho my wait be past eternity's opening door
age after age I will have but to love her more.
"Most of the lines in this poem were written at Aberdeen Proving Ground in Maryland in January of 1959, I found it in my mom's estate and added some verses and rewrote others including references to gray hair which was not in existence in 1959 making what was originally a hope for renewed love into an old man's lament. . It is better to have loved and lost than never at all is so true. I have loved and lost a few times but All are dear to me. I wish them well
decades do not mute my silent tears
loves desire yearns for soul mates embrace
as life's paths treasured memories retrace.
the beauty of her passionate love, gentle and quite
makes the way clearer with each passing night
while hope grows brighter at each new days start
that He will grant me the desire of my heart
and we will sit side by side on for just awhile
as once more I shall feel the warmth of her smile
and tho my wait be past eternity's opening door
age after age I will have but to love her more.
Muddy water
Jimmie Martin Oneway love is like unto a hand made mud boat
shooting the rapids of the Colorado.
Someone is gonna take a swim
in muddy water.
jdm/09/20/2009 http://okielife.com
Someone is gonna take a swim
in muddy water.
jdm/09/20/2009 http://okielife.com
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when patience fails
so you turn and look back on life with dispair
and hate has wiped the tracks of love bare
all the things done with love in mind
have been renamed as the other kind
and hate has wiped the tracks of love bare
all the things done with love in mind
have been renamed as the other kind
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