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Announcing Oldman's Poetry Corner. Today I have posted my newest poem on my new blog. Please follow this link to Oldman's Poetry Corner. While you are there please click and become a follower using Google Connect. I enjoy writing poetry and wanted a place to publish all of my poems together. I will begin posting all of my poems on this new blog. I may from time to time post poems on my other blogs if the topic is appropriate, however, I will still post it on Oldman's Poetry Corner because it will include all of my poems. You will find my old poems from other blogs there as well. So stop by and take a look. I hope you enjoy today's poem. Thanks for your continued support and encouragement.

Birds

This cinquain style poem was inspired by a photograph taken by Lee at Photographing the Days. I did not want to steal Lee's thunder so I used the picture above from MorgueFile as an illustration only. Please click through and take a look at the photograph Lee took here, it is simple but moving. Thanks Lee for the inspiration.

Birds

by Brian, the old man

Birds

Feathered, Black

Waking, Sitting, Singing

Majestically sharing morning sky

Birds

Alone at Sunset

I offer this poem to all of those who are alone.

Alone at Sunset
By Brian, the old man


As I sit beside the ocean’s shore
And watch the setting sun
I ponder things about my life
Am I the only one?

Not a soul in sight that I can see
I sit here all alone
The emptiness of God’s green earth
Not a thing to hear me moan.

What can I do to make me whole
And make things seem alright
I turn to God and cry to Him
Why can’t You see my plight?

I know it’s wrong to question You
About these things I fear
Help me let go and trust in You
Give you the wheel to steer.

I look upon the setting sun
In awe of Your great scene
The colors are so beautiful
The water looks so clean

You help me know, You’re there with me
My faith grows more each day
I give to You my heart and soul
For All these things, I pray.

Bottles, Pirates, Cast-Aways and Genies

Treasure Along the Beach

by Brian, the old man


As I search for treasure
Along the ocean shore
I run across a bottle
I hoped for something more


It looks so old and dirty
And has a simple form
I wonder where it came from
When dragged in from the storm


I wonder if a pirate
Had used it for his rum
Or placed a map within it
Pointing to a king’s ransom


I try to see inside it
The glass is full of fog
Could be from a lost sailor
Got hung up in the bog


Or maybe if I clean it
From swimming with the fish
I will find a genie
To grant my every wish


My fantasy is over
I’ll set it on my shelf
The skull looks good next to it
If I do say so myself

Thanks to my friend Carrie at Prompt Romp for inspiring me with the Image from Wikipedia Commons above.

Another Late Night on the Net

Another Late Night on the Net

By Brian, the old man

Late nights on the Net

I’ll never regret

But I am so tired

I’m no longer wired

Looking at links

But everything stinks

Tried recipes for food

I’m not in the mood

For the links that I click

Are making me sick

Gave Facebook a try

Naught a thing caught my eye

Had Twitter in sight

It’s too slow tonight

Thought I’d read mail

But found no good tale

Then thought I would look

To find a good book

Though nothing I see

Looks worth it to me

I’ll just go to bed

And lie down my head

To dream and to soar

And have a good snore

Meet Me in the Stairwell

You say you will never forget where you were when you heard the news on September 11, 2001. Neither will I.

I was on the 110th floor in a smoke filled room with a man who called his wife to say "Goodbye." I held his fingers steady as he dialed. I gave him the peace to say, "Honey, I am not going to make it, but it is OK ... I am ready to go." I was with his wife when he called as she fed breakfast to their children. I held her up as she tried to understand his words and as she realized he wasn't coming home that night.

I was in the stairwell of the 23rd floor when a woman cried out to Me for help. "I have been knocking on the door of your heart for 50 years!" I said. "Of course I will show you the way home - only believe on Me now."

I was at the base of the building with the Priest ministering to the injured and devastated souls. I took him home to tend to his Flock in Heaven. He heard my voice and answered.

I was with the Firefighters, the Police Officers, the Emergency Workers. I was there, watching each brave step they took.

I was on all four of those planes, in every seat, with every prayer. I was with the crew as they were overtaken. I was in the very hearts of the believers there, comforting and assuring them that their faith has saved them.

I was in Texas, Kansas, London. I was standing next to you when you heard the terrible news. Did you sense Me?

I want you to know that I saw every face. I knew every name - though not all know Me. Some met Me for the first time on the 86th floor. Some sought Me with their last breath. Some couldn't hear Me calling to them through the smoke and flames; "Come to Me...this way...take My hand." Some chose, for the final time, to ignore Me. But, I was there.

I did not place you in the Tower that day. You may not know why, but I do. However, if you were there in that explosive moment in time, would you have reached for Me?

September 11, 2001 was not the end of the journey for you. But someday your journey will end. And I will be there for you as well.

Seek Me now while I may be found. Then, at any moment, you know you are "ready to go." I will be in the stairwell of your final moments.

~~~ God ~~~

Written by: Stacey Randall

I originally received this in an email but after research I found that it was written by Stacey Randall. I reprint it here on this anniversary of that horrible event in honor of those who died and for their families. Please take the time to take a moment and pray for them and for our country. Also, I ask that you fly your flag proudly today in remembrance of all who have given their lives for our freedom. Thank you.

Hop on Over, I'll Be There for You

I offer this poem to all of those who encourage and support me.

Hop on Over, I'll Be There for You
By Brian, the old man

Bunny Hop
Bunny Go
Along the trail
Off to the show

He hears a sound
Stops on the trail
He hops some more
Into a pail

He is so fat
And round you see
He can't get out
Needs help from me

I gently push
the bucket over
He hops right out
Into the clover

He looks once more
As if to say
Thanks my friend
You made my day

I sit and think
He's fat like me
Glad for friends
To set him free

Friends give me hope
Support my goal
To lose the weight
And make me whole

Like my friends
You make me think
To eat healthy
Watch what I drink

Bunny hop
Bunny go
Thanks my friend
Enjoy the show

Let There Be Peace with You

The economy is down
No jobs in town
The cupboards are bare
No one seems to care
Let There Be Peace with You

Time spent all alone
No rings on the phone
As darkness sets in
I need a friend
Let There Be Peace with You

When troubles arise
It is no surprise
Faith seems to wane
There's no one to blame
Let There Be Peace with You

My family too far
Can't wish on a star
Life is not fair
This is my prayer
Let There Be Peace with You

May God Bless your life
To live without strife
In the Lord's way
Survive every day
Let There Be Peace with You

I hope you enjoy the video below.
God Bless.

Life of a Tree

Tree
Seed is sprouting
Life has sprung
Breaking from the earth
Seasons pass
Ever growing
Tall and proud you stand
Roots are planted
Branches reaching
Toward the heaven’s sun
Home to many
Birds of flight
And creatures on the land
Winds are blowing
Storms are raging
As your branches bend
Canyon’s calling
You grasp tighter
To the Mother land
Rain is pouring
Dirt’s eroding
Your trunk begins to break
Now you’re falling
Can you make it
And bridge the other side
Wind is pushing
Branches reaching
You have reached your goal
Animals crossing
Birds are singing
Your destiny fulfilled
Bridge