BobbyC1348 Poetry (33)

Lying softly on white satin,
In a lace canopied four-poster bed,
Another long day at the paper mill,
Alone again she lays down so sad,

Been alone these ten years now,
Lost her one true Love to lung cancer,
"He never smoked a day in his life," she pleads
And died before doctors found the answer,

With snowflakes gently kissing her skin,
She marches dutifully home from the mill,
Approaching her doorway she glanced up,
A tiny pretty package perched on her window sill,

She walked curiously over unsure but,
Took the gift quickly into her home,
"Nobody likes me," she sighs somberly,
"I'm always here all alone,"

She deftly untied the red ribbon,
Wrapping this little box so tight,
Slowly she lifts the deep red lid,
She almost could not believe her eyes!,

One long-stemmed red rose
THE ROSE

THE ROSE that's given her hope,
"Someone must truly like me!",
THE ROSE that's renewed her desires,
"Never have I had anything so excite me!",

But wait.....,

Then she saw,
The hand-written note,
She opened it,
It read, and I quote,

"Dear Sweetheart,
It's not about,
The rose I bought you,
It's just my way to tell you,
That I never forgot you,
Since my eyes first beheld you,
In a red rose patterned dress,
You sat so near me in the pew,
Boy was I a mess!
But I wanted right then,
For us to rise,
And melt so soft and tender,
Into each other's eyes,
Rise through the skies,
To that Place up above,
Where we'd never ever change,
We'd stay forever in love",

In a moment her world changed,
She knew she'd found love again,
So if you're truly all alone right now,
My Friend, don't you dare give in!

I will pray you will find,
THE ROSE,
It will come to you in time,
THE ROSE,

I know somewhere there is peace,
I'm waiting for the day,
Along life's path I keep searching,
Hoping to find the way,

It's lonely here alone inside,
My windows allowing in no sun,
Crying as I endure someone else's pain,
The torrent of memories just begun,

THE CRUSHING OF BONE,
THE SHREDDING OF SKIN,
HER HEAD TWISTED COMPLETELY BACKWARDS,
HIS HORRIFYINGLY DEVILISH GRIN!

Scorching steps through my minds' parched scenes,
Sidelong glances at forgotten dreams,
No water here, no food, no one to care,
Forever locked,
Into my,
Alone Inside,
Stare.

All my life I've been different,
Liking many things others don't,
When they would say, "It will",
I'd usually reply, "It won't."

Not that I was unfriendly,
Was rather easy to approach me,
But when I would share my views,
Seems most would readily reproach me,

So I spent alot of time alone,
Wondering why I seemed misunderstood,
Little did I know that one day,
This cold rejection would turn to my good,

You see, it forced me to turn inward,
And I explored the world inside me,
There I discovered a Mighty Creative Force,
Who's only purpose is to guide me,

Yes, rejection hurts a little,
Life may seem at times so mired,
But through the unjust pain of rejection,
You can, you MUST!
Remain,
Yet Inspired

PEOPLE,
IT'S WELL PAST TIME,
MARIJUANA SHOULD BE LEGAL,

OUR NATION'S EMBLEM SHOULD'VE BEEN,
A POT LEAF,
INSTEAD OF AN EAGLE

Denver in December,
With the snowfall lookin' pretty,
Denver in December,
What an incredible city

Such a mind-blowing town
Snow capped Rockies to the west,
It's such a God given joy,
To sample Denver's best,

And it's legal to soar like an eagle,
Yeah it's legal to fly on high in freedom,

If you've never been,
To Denver in December,
It's a dream-like high,
You will always remember,

There's a song about,
A Rocky Mountain high,
Head to Denver in December,
And you'll see just why

And it's legal to soar like an eagle,
Yeah it's legal to fly on high in freedom,

Denver in December,
16th Street Mall's scene,
People laugh a mile high
Come find exactly what that means,


Denver In December,
Where the people are cool,
So when you go there, man,
Don't you be no freakin' fool,

Denver in December,
Where the sun shines all night,
And when the moon kisses the sun,
What an out-of-sight sight,

And it's legal to soar like an eagle,
Yeah, it's legal to fly on high in freedom,

Denver in December,
I will always remember,

Denver, In December.

Lookin' back through the years,
At the good and the bad,
We was really givin' it, Lord,
All that we had,

And I loved you,
Oh how I loved you!

In them West Virginia hills,
Back close to '79,
Smokin' homegrown stuff,
And sippin' dandelion wine,

And I loved you,
Oh how I loved you!

Wish I could go back,
Lord, I won't pretend,
Wish I could go back,
And do it all over again,

I was a brawny 21,
She was barely 17, Prettiest Mornin' Glory.
This mountain boy'd ever seen,


We was minin' for coal,
And diggin' ginseng,
Not a single worry,
When them churchbells rang,

We'd play all day,
Make love thru the night,
We just knew deep down,
The end was never in sight,

I got so much to say,
As I write this song,
So if you don't mind,
Please kindly follow along,

Today there's Mini Thin,
Uh rappin' them rhymes,
I tell 'ya that good 'ol boy,
Knows how to spin them times,

Way he tells his tales,
So sublime,
Gotta spin that LP baby,
Spin it one more time,

Sublimation turns,
Solid straight to gas,
Like seeing Frank Zappa,
With a backstage pass,

But I digress from,
The meaning of this song,
Makin' it too damn hard,
For you to follow along,

And I really do care,
That you get my drift,
Pie crust just ain't right,
Lessin' the flour you sift,

See I can make rhymes,
Sorta like Mini Thin,
But in a head-to-head,
That poetic hillbilly'd win,

Guess I'll end this Hillbilly Musing,
Cause it's gettin' kinda long,
And leave you to decide,
Is it a poem or a song?

All's I know it rhymes,
Darn sure easy to write,
It's what I do when,
I can't sleep at night,

Cause I loved her,
Oh how I loved her!

The ICU heart monitor flatlined,
I rose mystically above the room,
Looking down at all the faces,
Painted in sadness, sorrow, and gloom,

As the last weeping soul left out,
And closed the door behind them,
I knew I was dead now,
Leaving only memories to remind them,

Suddenly, incomprehensibly translated,
Into a marvelous new dimension,
Not of time or of space,
Closer to animated suspension,

Immediately in the Presence,
Of Omnipotent Forces of Light,
I held on with all I knew,
With all my will and might,

ICU heart monitor alarm sounds,
The surgeons rush back in,
The flatline
miraculously spiking,
And I was back in Time again,

I had won one,
Moment In Eternity.

Can't seem to control it,
It hits me every time,
Even when I slip up,
And don't get something right,

It's exactly like a watchdog,
Who watches everything I do,
Don't know where it came from,
And I don't know what to do,

See, every time I'm wrong,
Whether it's my fault or not,
I get a sharp stabbing pain,
Smack in the middle of my gut

Why does this happen?
And should I be grateful?
Is it an Angel from God?
Or is it merely fateful?

Just up ahead,
Around the next bend,
Mud River Revival's 'bout to start,
And you're invited to attend,

You might disagree,
With some of what you hear,
But don't you dare judge harshly now,
Cause what they're spreading ain't fear,

Along the Mud River,
Or as the legend goes,
Voices of the long departed preachers,
Whisperings of hope any way the wind blows,

Not in it for money,
Recognition or fame,
Just want to share the Good News,
In our Sweet Saviour's Mighty Name,

So, come on down to Mud River,
Get the Gospel painted across your face,
And have your own Mud River Revival,
Any time and any place.

If I was a tree,
I'd stand mighty and tall,
I would turn brilliant colors,
In the cool chill of Fall,

I would always reach out,
Drawing strength from God's Earth,
Adding one ring upon another,
From the year of my birth,

My foliage in full bloom,
Would shade you from the burn,
My intricately woven branches,
Protect you when rains return,

If I could but speak,
Rings of tales I could tell,
About the many dreams of mankind,
Pennies tossed in Life's wishing well.

It's buzzing all around us,
In a never-ending stream,
Electronically digitized transmissions,
And blinding fiber optic beams,

Messages, emails, texts,
TV and the like,
Radio, cellphones, computers,
Microwave saturation blight,

Bouncing off satellites,
Marauding thru outer space,
And it all passes thru us,
On it's highly charged race,

Technology is wondrous,
But what's the real cost?
I'm afraid one day soon,
Our brains won't be the boss,
Worship.......
the CURRENT.

Ever wonder what it would be like,
To hike,
The Appalachian Trail in late Autumn?
To sail the Seven Seas?
To travel through time?
To do whatever we please?

Temptation,
Yea desire,
To roam far from home,
To see the Wonders of the World,
To conquer all our fears,
Hit the bullseye every time,
To joyously fulfill all our years,

But wait,
Don't go.

Stay.