Hoppin’ trains on the east side of town Jumpin’ off on the west Playin’ flies and skinners in the sand Just tryin’ to live our best Dippin’, chewin’, spittin’ Walkin’ a country mile Hidin’ in the weeds at the drive-in For a glimpse of Walking Tall Stealin’ golf balls in the dark Cuttin’ ’em open…
Category: Poetry
INVICTUS! Or, Self-Reliance is Overrated – A Devotional | Morning Manna
MONDAY, DECEMBER 11, 2000SELF-RELIANCE ISĀ OVERRATED I returned, and saw under the sun, that the race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong, neither yet bread to the wise, nor yet riches to men of understanding, nor yet favour to men of skill; but time and chance happeneth to them all. Eccl….
The greatest love poem ever written, or How to say “I love you” so they won’t forget
Elizabeth Barrett Browning wrote one of the most beautiful, transcendent, enduring love poems in all of human history: How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of being and ideal grace….
None Gave More (A Memorial Day poem)
Here’s to the boys Who died on unknown hills In unnamed battles Who rest in unmarked graves Whose near anonymous sacrifice Secured the safety And freedom Of untold millions To whom belongs The whispered butĀ not unknown… And Eternal Glory Of the Widow’s mite. Jesus sat down near the collection box in the Temple and…
Inclement Whether
If you and one more is two many And it’s inclement whether you like it or not If you’d give your last dime for a penny And you’re not really cool, but you’re hot If there’s no rhyme in the words in your pen And no sense in the thoughts in your head If you…
When I Say Thanks | A Poem of Thanksgiving
When I say thanks… I forget my troubles Or at least put them in perspective When I say thanks… I remember my blessings So many I wouldn’t notice otherwise When I say thanks… I find complaint impossible And comfort inevitable When I say thanks… I find a better me And remember a higher purpose When…
The Waffle House in me…or me in the Waffle House
Sometimes, I feel just like Waffle House hash browns… …scattered …smothered …covered …chunked …diced …peppered …capped …and topped. But at least I am country. Other times, I just feel like Waffle House hash browns. Know what I mean?