29 December, 2010

Kids

Well, I have been on vacation since the 18th (and don't return until the 4th of January, I know I know...lucky me) so I've been around my boys a lot (a lot). This poem from my "Open Your Mind" collection (which was written about 9 years ago, I know I know...I am old) simplifies (mostly) what I've been fortunate enough to be around. I hope you enjoy. Happy New Year!

Kids
They shriek with laughter and jubilation,
their energy is seldom limitless.
We get exhausted just by watching them,
but they help discard any of our stress.

When we’re gloomy, they resolve the problems,
their importance is truly undefined.
They’re our elixir, our true nirvana
just for that, their love is never declined.

Sounds of children making precious moments
are meaningful like their zany crusades.
Priceless is their amusing expressions,
encased with tomfoolery serenades.

Activities are foreseen with safety,
sun and fun until their pep loses fight.
Sleep relief with quality nourishment,
some aggravation is worth their delight.

They all illustrate the value of youth
and help with accounting the ways back when.
It’s hard not to reminisce every now
hmmm…the thoughts of being a kid again.

27 December, 2010

New Years Resolutions

You knew this was coming so how bout it, what's going to be your New Years Resolution? Mine, I'm going to try my hardest to be a better father and husband. So now it's your turn, how about it?

22 December, 2010

Silly Bones

This poem is from my "Gray Matters" collection specifically about the soon to be 2 year old, my little silly bones (because he's always smiling and happy) Asher Michael. I hope you enjoy and merry Christmas to you and yours. God bless.

Silly Bones

Silly bones of goodness and joy
spirited little sprite
a precious present of a boy
so jubilant and bright.
Silly bones of goodness and joy
tiny dancer of cheer
a priceless treasure of a boy
so innocent and dear.

Blissful conductor of fun
silly bones is he,
with a benevolent face
silly bones of glee,
sweet inspiration of grace
silly bones to me,
my charming and happy son.

Silly bones of goodness and joy
doting love through each eye
a mobile motor of a boy
so dynamic and spry.
Silly bones of goodness and joy
beautiful spark of zest
a pristine wonder of a boy
so delightful and blessed.

Blissful conductor of fun
silly bones is he,
with a benevolent face
silly bones of glee,
sweet inspiration of grace
silly bones to me,
my charming and happy son.

Silly bones of goodness and joy
amazing little sprite
a stirring marvel of a boy
so enraptured and bright.

Blissful conductor of fun
silly bones is he,
with a benevolent face
silly bones of glee,
sweet inspiration of grace
silly bones to me,
my charming and happy son.
Blissful conductor of fun
silly bones is he,
with a benevolent face
silly bones of glee,
sweet inspiration of grace
silly bones to me,
my charming and happy son.

20 December, 2010

What's your favorite Christmas gift ever?

I think you knew this question was coming. If there's not just one (answer) in particular that's fine too. Mine is very easy...my second child Asher Michael. He was born on Christmas eve, but probably would have been born on Christmas day if Brandy wasn't induced. I remember that day clearly because it was very bad outside and we didn't want to take the chance of going home and then not making it back to the hospital on time. So mine was easy, how about yours?

15 December, 2010

The Specialist

This poem is from my "The Dim Light" collection and one of my inspirational ones (which I need more of). I hope you enjoy it.


The Specialist
Nobody can stop you
from loving unconditionally with your heart.
Nobody can stop you
of sometimes yearning and wanting to be apart.
Nobody can stop you
for putting in the time and becoming more wise.
Nobody can stop you
from feeling emotion and consoling your cries.

Nobody can stop you
for helping without a selfish gratuity.
Nobody can stop you
from showing all your candid ingenuity.
Nobody can stop you
from finding excuses to perform a good deed.
Nobody can stop you
from denouncing hate for the love and peace we need.

Nobody can stop you
from making friends inseparable to forget.
Nobody can stop you
from using your life for someone to benefit.
Nobody can stop you
from admiring all the hardships faced in your drive.
Nobody can stop you
for trying your hardest to live and to survive.

Nobody can stop you
from achieving recognition, your gallant shine.
Nobody can stop you
from reaching your faithful riches of the divine.
Nobody can stop you
from being the greatest person that you can be.
Nobody can stop you
from trying, nobody could, certainly not me.

13 December, 2010

What’s your favorite Christmas activity?

Sticking with the Christmas (or Winterish ie: building snowmen) theme what would be a Christmas activity you cherish doing above anything else? Building snowmen (see), baking (fill in the blank), putting up the Christmas tree/Christmas lights, going Christmas shopping, going to church on Christmas eve, giving/receiving Christmas presents, spending time with family, singing/listening (to) Christmas carols or watching Christmas movies/classic cartoons/Christmas day parade. I didn’t put remembering our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ because that’s a given (I hope). I’ll be honest and say (more like type) I haven’t gone to a Christmas eve service in quite some time (I know, I know) so my favorite activity would be watching my boys (Elijah & Asher) open up their Christmas presents. So how about you?

08 December, 2010

Darkness

This poem is from my "Open Your Mind" collection...and it's all I see when I drive to work in the morning and when I drive home. I hope you enjoy.


Darkness
The gray sky’s altercation with dusk
The moon’s solitude of the daybreak
The evacuation of nature into the night
The hour in the midst of transformation
The night’s arrival arrives.

Streetlight’s light up the darkness,
A hush coldness crawls across the land.
Day rests; its sleep begins
It’s now night’s turn of duty.

The stars sparkle like a loved one’s eye
The silence always an adequate sign
The crisp breeze inquires its domain.

Grass is showered with condensation
Insects and animals rejoice to the moonlight.

Darkness controls the living…

06 December, 2010

What's a Christmas smell to you?

What smell triggers it's Christmas time to you? Is it the smell of gingerbread men, pies and cookies baking in the stove, a fresh pine Christmas tree being put up, eggnog, scented candles, cinnamon, hot chocolate or how about the smell of "Jack Frost" mixed with wood burning from a chimney? Whatever it may be I have a feeling that there's a lot of different answers for this question. What's mine? Christmas cookies baking in the oven. How about you?

01 December, 2010

Christmas Time Again

Keeping with the last theme (question) I actually wrote a song/poem to "Christmas time is here" (there is no plagiarism here!) plus it shows how much I truly do hold the original in my heart. The cool thing about it is you can actually sing this one just like the original, so this is my official homage to the masterpiece of an original. From my "Gray Matters" collection here it is, I hope you enjoy.


Christmas Time Again

Christmas time again
Time for peace my friend
Christmas is the greatest day
I wish it would never end.

Snowfall everywhere
Gifts of love and care
Sleigh rides through the countryside
With family there to share.

Goodwill everywhere
Giving thanks and care
What a special time of year
As we praise the Lord with prayer.

Christmas time again
Hope and bliss my friend
Today is for our savior
Christ was born in Bethlehem.
Today is for our savior
Christ was born in Bethlehem.

Children laugh and sing
Joyous caroling
Building snowmen in the snow
Rejoicing and worshipping.

Warmth replaces chill
Everything is still
Chocolate by the fireplace
Candles line the windowsill.

Tummies are all fed
Almost time for bed
Soon we’ll be in slumbered sleep
While dreams of glee fill our head.

Christmas time again
Trust in faith my friend
Today if for our savior
Christ was born in Bethlehem
Today is for our savior
Christ was born in Bethlehem.