Kinda shows up like a bad penny. “If you meet with Triumph and Disaster… And treat those two impostors just the same;” ~ Rudyard Kipling / Poem titled “If” When I set out to be a writer, I discovered early on that a professional writer,…
Poetry Paints a Picture fog and smoke... are good for poetry
The morning fog looked innocuous on it’s way in while I was having my morning coffee. But it brought with it Novembers cold! True cold, winter cold, feel it in your bones, stoke the fire and turn up the heat cold. The cold was slowly…
Poem: She wanted 12 This is why you write down all your idea's
I have my mom’s chair. She was always sitting in it. Talking to one of us kid’s, or a grand kid or a neighbor kid, etc, etc. while she was doing her thang! Here is a poem for my mom. She had 8, of her…
A Journal Entry: Jan. 19th 2017 Be Still
“Be still and know that I am God;” Psalm 46:10 Be still – like a 10 yr old kid out on his first nighttime raccoon hunt. Standing with the old guys, outside the truck, listening for the coon hounds, in the dark, in the still…
Sports Rule 101 ‘Where the head goes the body follows’ God's Rule Psalm 46:10 'Be still and know that I am God'
The apostle Paul says in 2 Corinthians 2:11 “Lest Satan should get an advantage of us: for we are not ignorant of his schemes.” My experience in sports ended when I was a Sophomore in high school. Midway through football season. I had a good…
Glory Realized How many have seen the glory of a man
The moon waxes and wanes The sun rises and sets We are born and we die ——————————— All provide but a moments fullness Each moment is set by God To realize the fullness requires Jesus To appreciate it we need The Holy Spirit ———————————- Some…
“Honor Your Mother and Father” 'To Honor is To Remember'
This poem is to remember my mom and dad. Written on purpose to be obedient to the fifth commandment. Let me tell you a little about my folks. John and LeAnn Bosquez. My mom was a city girl turned farm girl turned city girl. Who…
For It Is Written The Word of God, Sharper Than Any Two Edged Sword
“It is written” three times he answered “It is written, It is written, it is written” No dodge, no parry, only thrust right to the heart of the matter, do not test God but trust Easy to write and easy to say but hard to do and hard…
The Jagged Stone Tumbling through the world alone
I was a jagged stone tumbling through the world alone Bouncing along not knowing to where having no direction, no purpose not a care Being washed along in the river of life Having no control, no grasping or understanding only strife Banging into others, hitting my…
Poems: The Breach
Born November Eighteenth On a Tuesday, In Wisconsin Grew up as melancholy as the month But with each new November blast With the first grey clouds rolling up on each other and past Like they won’t wait to be last, “Turning your nose to the wind…