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Take a deep breath and think of days gone by how they seen so close and yet your mind knows that years have flowed like water down the channels of your mind. The time has come to step out of the humdrum and breath the fresh air of a new adventure. Sedona is the somewhere that transcends time and space and makes the heart glad to be alive in God's creation.

written 10.25.08

OkieLife...The Poets Destiny: Swamp of discarded vows

OkieLife...The Poets Destiny: Swamp of discarded vowsWhen stealth lovers smile the smile of secrets displayed

the whole worlds knows the transgression prorated

and the hurt dwells in the soul of pain racked nows

of those thrown in the swamp of discarded vows

and lies setting the firry spark of rejection

making a farce of promises bringing dejection

the suffering soul grabs hold of God and cries

and He takes them in His understanding arms and sighs

jdm/03/11/2006

Swamp of discarded vows

When stealth lovers smile the smile of secrets displayed

the whole worlds knows the transgression prorated

and the hurt dwells in the soul of pain racked nows

of those thrown in the swamp of discarded vows

and lies setting the firry spark of rejection

making a farce of promises bringing dejection

the suffering soul grabs hold of God and cries

and He takes them in His understanding arms and sighs

jdm/03/11/2006



I wrote this a couple years ago about a dear (who must remain anonymous)friend's emasculating rejection as a lover , husband and partner. I went thru this time period with him as his family was torn apart...they bear only the scars now and lead happy lives... I am sure it was obvious to him that his fomer wife had a cold uncaring heart towared him...but he kept hoping. Hurtful truth does rescue folks from the Evil one's lust clutch on their life. He is happily remarried now and his kids are in touch every day or two.

A little lady named Jules in a softball cap

Little girl, in a softball cap Stands in the field with her ball and bat Says I am the greatest player of them all Puts her bat on her shoulder and she tosses up her ball

And the ball goes up and the ball comes down Swings her bat all the way around The world's so still you can hear the sound The softball falls to the ground

Now the little girl doesn't say a word Picks up her ball, she is undeterred Says I am the greatest there has ever been And she grits her teeth and she tries it again

And the ball goes up and the ball comes down Swings her bat all the way around The world's so still you can hear the sound The softball falls to the ground

She makes no excuses, She shows no fears See just closes her eyes and listens to the cheers

Little girl, adjusts her cap Picks up her ball, stares at her bat Says I am the greatest the game is on the line And she gives her all one last time

And the ball goes up like the moon so bright Swings her bat with all her might And the world's so still as still can be And the softball falls, and that's strike three

Now it's supper time and her mother calls Little girl starts home with her bat and ball Says I am the greatest that is a fact But even I didn't know I could pitch like that

She says I am the greatest that is understood but even I didn't know I could pitch that good.

rewritten from the Kenny Rogers song about a little boy for Jules

A poem about my father...composed the day he died in 1955

I would reall like to get to know you better today
But I am so very busy and don’t have time to stay
I would really like to get to know you better today
But your home is so very very many blocks away
I would really like to get to know you better today
I would really like to get to know you better today
But I have to drive to the metro to see a neat play
I would really like to get to know you better today
But you died in your sleep before the break of day.
jdm01/01/04
I was 18, a senior in HS at Bromide, Oklahoma and his death devestated me. This poem comes from thoughts and verse that day composed over the fifty years since and finally written down in 2004. I loved and admired my father who was a champion competitive runner and cowboy. I updated the poem for modern consumption. He has about a hundred offspring in Oklahoma counting in laws and woods colts.

Clinging to my guns and religion Amen ...we be folks of faith and valor

Here I am in Oklahoma
where I ain't never gonna
give up my long gun and dry powder
and praising the Lord louder and louder
I know B. Hussien makes fun of you n' me
but he is just another silly commie wannabe
and when the votes are counted this fall
our small town votes will be his downfall
jdm04/15/2008

Poem about my youthful dance with the death angel...composed on October 23, 2006

Tracks of a friend in the snow

I have lain on the path of bone chilling fear ... watched as the death angel hovered near ... Midnight I rode the trail where black lion stalked ... my steed snorting his course stayed.. balked ... I lost my seat and the moon swirled around ... my head was the first to kiss frozen ground ... My body bounced down the Arbuckles crag ... the earth drank my blood and there I laid ... and dreamed the dream of death’s opening door ... of life unlived and path’s untracked with joy untasted ... my future my claim on living gone as I lay wasted ... but awareness came as light chased away the night ... My companion grazed close by had kept the cat away ... snow tracks around my death bed testified to his stay ... my shirt red soaked with life’s precious fluid staining the ground ... I drug my pain racked body to the saddle and started down ... past the still waiting mountain lion eyes peering from thick weeds ... the smell of my blood kept him waiting to quench his savage needs ... I looked back as he smelled my blood spilled in the snow where I lay ... then followed us for awhile before turning to find unguarded prey ... Danpatch went to equine heaven during the next season’s winter strife ... But in my dreams I still count the tracks of my friend who saved my life.


. . jdm10/23/2006 based on a true occurrence with some literary license applied...My dad was a cowboy and Danpatch had been his favorite horse until he was retired to be my horse. At the time of the poem Danpatch was over twenty years old and I was 12. Gosh I miss him!

the TIME is NOW

The time is now!

How can you set there with that smug look on your face
eternity comes fast and you don't know your place
Fate is standing in the dark shadows playing to your pride
and here you are unconcerned like time was on your side.
The day will come when your ladder of life has no more rungs
and all your choices will expire with the breath in your lungs.
The nearest Bible can help you make your choice of eternal habitation
for you can find Christ Jesus in every book from Genesis to Revelation.
jdm2006/02/09

Elvis...if we never meet again this side of Heaven

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If we never meet again this side of Heaven...Elvis

Soon we'll come to the end of life's journey
And perhaps never meet anymore
Till we gather in heaven's bright city
Far away on that beautiful shore

If we never meet again this side of heaven
As we struggle through this world and its strife
There's another meeting place somewhere in heaven
By the side of the river of life

Where the charming roses bloom forever
And where separations come no more
If we never meet again this side of heaven
I will meet you on that beautiful shore