tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19385327954229352692024-03-13T06:03:20.124-04:00Oldman's Poetry Corner™Written by Brian, the old manBrian the old manhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10758843142806407239noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938532795422935269.post-79090925989536089232011-12-24T04:29:00.002-05:002011-12-24T04:34:12.312-05:00‘Twas the Morning before the Night before Christmas<p align="center"><a title="‘Twas the Morning before the Night before Christmas by Oldmanblurts Pics, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/oldmanblurts/6563350727/"><img height="160" alt="‘Twas the Morning before the Night before Christmas" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7018/6563350727_bdca3652ea_m.jpg" width="240" /></a></p><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /><strong><em>‘Twas the Morning before the Night before Christmas<br /></em></strong>by Brian Russell<br /><br /><br />‘Twas the morning before the Night before Christmas and it was still night<br />This old man awoke with a belly so tight<br /><br />And try as I may to go back to bed<br />The excitement of Christmas kept running through my head<br /><br />You’d think I’d outgrow, listening for reindeer<br />But my stomach is in knots awaiting good cheer<br /><br />My years have grown longer, gray hair on my top<br />But visions of sugar plums just will not stop<br /><br />If I’m feeling this way on Christmas Eve morn<br />How will I be on the day He was born?<br /><br />I guess I’ll be sitting awaiting the clatter<br />For at two in the morning nothing does matter<br /><br />And Santa will be here I know in my heart<br />Climbing down chimneys and doing his part<br /><br />He may come for children but the love that he brings<br />Fills my face with a smile and makes my heart sing<br /><br />And this is the present which I hold so dear<br />The love of the season fills my eyes with good tears<br /><br />So I send you my love as I wait for daylight<br />Merry Christmas to All and to All a Good Night! </div>Brian the old manhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10758843142806407239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938532795422935269.post-34639066059933543702011-11-15T07:14:00.002-05:002011-11-15T07:18:44.980-05:00Rain<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvPsSk-_A2qgiKxUnhTV5DymY_08sc-Y-UxZjNGihWUu7yFRHoC-YSbf7m2cqrn2qb1mwLP-_tRaW4CzyXdEstoE0UhTZtxpRIXoudSej_ucIbACKxNbGxG8EPBD8LwDYNZ53Da72mWOBx/s1600/file6691252888259.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675195391858494194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvPsSk-_A2qgiKxUnhTV5DymY_08sc-Y-UxZjNGihWUu7yFRHoC-YSbf7m2cqrn2qb1mwLP-_tRaW4CzyXdEstoE0UhTZtxpRIXoudSej_ucIbACKxNbGxG8EPBD8LwDYNZ53Da72mWOBx/s320/file6691252888259.jpg" border="0" /></a><em><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></em><em><span style="font-size:130%;">Rain<br /><br />Cleansing, Peaceful, Drops<br />Relaxing My Soul Throughout<br />Quiet, Gentle, Fall</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em><br /><br /></div>Brian the old manhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10758843142806407239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938532795422935269.post-90402322859141205902011-10-15T08:21:00.002-04:002011-10-15T08:28:17.121-04:00Oh, The Pleasures of Guilt<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6q3St4TGZteBS47l__v4F0bYCZjBvBvCUwoByoOAtPnGjAECyM91sGVMbJpzUjr9AKVWYBtA8f3_FN7DbbpYlhZHeU71pDZd3AFpNj2f5l7w6UxV3UUP-qCVPvk0xUuz7af-1tusz1gYz/s1600/8356642-beautiful-winter-woman-eating-cake.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663694503274002898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6q3St4TGZteBS47l__v4F0bYCZjBvBvCUwoByoOAtPnGjAECyM91sGVMbJpzUjr9AKVWYBtA8f3_FN7DbbpYlhZHeU71pDZd3AFpNj2f5l7w6UxV3UUP-qCVPvk0xUuz7af-1tusz1gYz/s320/8356642-beautiful-winter-woman-eating-cake.jpg" border="0" /></a> <br /><div><em>You capture my gaze from across the room<br />Time ceases to exist<br />Lost in your elegance and beauty<br />Mouth watering<br />My senses peeked<br />Smooth<br />Soft<br />Creamy<br />Desire longing to be fulfilled<br />Closer you approach<br />Heart racing<br />Oh, the aroma<br />Sweet<br />Refreshing<br />Heavenly<br />Savoring the moment<br />Anticipation<br />Ready to plunge<br />Pausing<br />Teasing<br />Closer still<br />Within reach<br />A gentle touch<br />Too much to endure<br />Can wait no longer<br />You glide pass my lips<br />Tongue tickling<br />Silky<br />Velvety<br />Rich<br />The heat intensifies<br />Fire<br />Melting<br />More<br />Must go further<br />Intensity<br />Plunging deeper<br />Your cherry pops<br />Explodes<br />Oh the sweetness<br />Overwhelming<br />Satisfying<br />Calm<br />Relaxed<br />Finished<br />Oh, how I long to taste you again<br />Hot Fudge Cake with Ice Cream<br />How I Love thee </em></div>Brian the old manhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10758843142806407239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938532795422935269.post-81426329135660360042010-10-09T19:50:00.005-04:002010-10-09T20:11:05.837-04:00Memories of Love Poem<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjfpizdsPafyfbZnO-nIbeoNm-_XETAaOs6hhgGUdUwHuSIc66KI8zLn6MSlE8Zkcxab7YzKua5pZPgCGdmTy4dZdr_hZolIQNYAwL4ZP23-ZGYfV4dP0qWSikUt-Ac0lrygnzkNPSFdww/s1600/cvr_1251305601.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526199019359042658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 382px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjfpizdsPafyfbZnO-nIbeoNm-_XETAaOs6hhgGUdUwHuSIc66KI8zLn6MSlE8Zkcxab7YzKua5pZPgCGdmTy4dZdr_hZolIQNYAwL4ZP23-ZGYfV4dP0qWSikUt-Ac0lrygnzkNPSFdww/s400/cvr_1251305601.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Memories of Love</span></strong><br />By Brian Russell<br /><br />As I sit here and watch the cars drive by fast<br /><br />Enjoying the day, I dream of the past<br /><br />I think of the love of times long ago<br /><br />When we were so young and I was your beau<br /><br />But the day is too pretty for me to be sad<br /><br />So I sit and I smile with memories we had<br /><br />We got into trouble but we sure had fun<br /><br />Fantabulous times, I miss you a ton<br /><br />The sun is now setting. Before I'm lonely and blue,<br /><br />I will sit, I’ll have faith, in our God; He is true. </div>Brian the old manhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10758843142806407239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938532795422935269.post-35377971777655409592010-05-09T12:10:00.004-04:002010-05-12T07:30:19.187-04:00Everyday should be Mother’s Day<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ1ovAilwsUcarkddlGndFiKT6C2KRvLBfdNk_k6ME7xq3FThmhj1UwIgHW_HlpkaZFic6ZeDL3fQ4J6R_rWIf-IYhzHNl-k13m_dBaKs8Zy2d37ZygzPe2knqTrjYpfb4DaMB1mSYWUgm/s1600/17344_252107195263_604045263_3811254_8289315_n.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469304165201696098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 399px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ1ovAilwsUcarkddlGndFiKT6C2KRvLBfdNk_k6ME7xq3FThmhj1UwIgHW_HlpkaZFic6ZeDL3fQ4J6R_rWIf-IYhzHNl-k13m_dBaKs8Zy2d37ZygzPe2knqTrjYpfb4DaMB1mSYWUgm/s400/17344_252107195263_604045263_3811254_8289315_n.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong>Everyday should be Mother’s Day</strong><br />by Brian Russell<br />the old man<br /><br />Once a year is not enough<br />To honor you with mushy stuff<br />Even Hugs and Kisses are far too few<br />To show the love I have for you<br /><br />I could fly to the moon and back<br />And ride on every railroad track<br />I’ll never find the perfect treasure<br />To show my love and bring you pleasure<br /><br />Jewelry, candy, plants and more<br />And everything inside the store<br />My love could not be shown by things<br />Not even small cute figurines<br /><br />Poems and pots of violets of blue<br />Cards made by hand just for you<br />Everything I have in mind<br />Could never measure the love I find<br /><br />You’ve given me so much more<br />Than what could be found in any store<br />Filling my life with hope and love<br />And teaching me of the Lord above<br /><br />For no matter what I say or do<br />The love inside I have for you<br />Could never be shown in just one day<br />That’s why Everyday should be Mother’s Day </div>Brian the old manhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10758843142806407239noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938532795422935269.post-39399985356759031282010-04-18T14:49:00.004-04:002010-05-12T07:29:06.422-04:00A Burger, a Dog, the Legs of a Frog<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyt_UI5MK-G7uQ3hJhsI3RIfAOa0l2T1Weif28I9cvbC4kk9rT5ns5cBQpIPJjgXBRYcCUSKwlyFXkuLYxxEWw8s59-Nxxa7DaShV2mZ1cWULQwaiNbg3kIab8r3eIEPSZ5xjx1jrFroMf/s1600/file0001004835843.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461552430975516690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyt_UI5MK-G7uQ3hJhsI3RIfAOa0l2T1Weif28I9cvbC4kk9rT5ns5cBQpIPJjgXBRYcCUSKwlyFXkuLYxxEWw8s59-Nxxa7DaShV2mZ1cWULQwaiNbg3kIab8r3eIEPSZ5xjx1jrFroMf/s400/file0001004835843.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;">You can love...<br /></span></em></strong><br />a burger, a dog, the legs of a frog<br />a train, or a plane, or a mid-summer's rain<br />a snail, a pail or a puppy dog's tail<br />a cat, or a bat, and a rat a tat tat<br />a page, a cage, or even some sage<br />a truck, a duck, an ol' hockey puck<br />a shirt, some dirt, and an old man that blurts<br />a ball, a hall, and somethings that's small<br />a pan, a fan, or getting a tan<br />a kite, a fright, a brisk autumn night<br />a rose, a hose and even a nose<br />a bed, a thread, a wagon that's red<br />a gate, a crate, a rink to go skate<br />a bin, a chin, a sinister grin<br />a skit, a pit, or even to spit<br />a den, a pen, an ol' big fat hen<br />a bet, a jet, something that's wet<br />a bell, a well, even a smell<br />a show, some snow, a dim candle glow<br />a hound, a sound, kissing the ground<br />a cake, a rake, a slimy ol' snake<br />a chair, a fair and somethng to wear<br />a snack, a rack, even a yak<br />a sub, a rub, a tub you can scrub<br />a bun, a run, something well done<br />a cot, a pot, even a dot<br />a cap, a map, an afternoon nap<br />a hand, a land, and your favorite band<br />a ring, to sing, or any ol' thing<br /><br />But the love that I found comes from Him up on High<br />If you need proof, look up to the sky<br />He pours out His grace and His love to us all<br />God sent His own Son to answer our call<br /><br />Well I know that it's true we all love some treasures<br />But I tell you right now there is greater pleasure<br />Make a friend of His Son and live in His will<br />God will save you today 'cause Christ paid the bill<br /><br />I know we all sin it's a terrible thing<br />But Christ came to save us just give Him a ring<br />Ask for forgiveness and He'll send His grace<br />Blessings and Love for the whole human race<br /><br />And though there are times of struggle and strife<br />Open your heart and put Him in your life<br />He'll carry you along, give comfort and love<br />And one day we'll join Him in Heaven above. </div><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Visit <a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/oldman4568">Oldmanblurts YouTube</a> to hear me reading this poem.</span>Brian the old manhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10758843142806407239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938532795422935269.post-23336722364434660862010-04-03T12:26:00.006-04:002010-04-04T08:34:34.720-04:00Easter Devotion<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiJTdVl396QkjXtokUJkvPXSlVdu3xaX4mj2E1hPATpTzM2j5HFQlT1Xto34jyf4P_LTnA7S1rOc0GJvn869rZ5po0OWKVa7p6nxZDKHICruR9-cJnhACH49l_s4TUAVZaqP95VXiU-5m-/s1600/file000346777735.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455951568644243122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiJTdVl396QkjXtokUJkvPXSlVdu3xaX4mj2E1hPATpTzM2j5HFQlT1Xto34jyf4P_LTnA7S1rOc0GJvn869rZ5po0OWKVa7p6nxZDKHICruR9-cJnhACH49l_s4TUAVZaqP95VXiU-5m-/s400/file000346777735.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Easter Devotion</span></strong><br />by Brian Russell<br /><br /><br /><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;">H</span></strong></em> ow could You send Your Son for me </div><div><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"><em><strong>A</strong></em></span> nd sacrifice Him on that tree </div><div><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"><em><strong>P</strong></em></span> unish Him for things that I would do </div><div><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"><em><strong>P</strong></em></span> oured out His blood to make me new </div><div><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"><em><strong>Y</strong></em></span> ou sent Him to take away my sin </div><div><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"><em><strong>E</strong></em></span> very day I breathe I think of Him </div><div><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"><em><strong>A</strong></em></span> nd all the pain that He went through </div><div><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"><em><strong>S</strong></em></span> uffering as He walked and beaten blue </div><div><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"><em><strong>T</strong></em></span> oday I Thank You for all You’ve done </div><div><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"><em><strong>E</strong></em></span> mbracing me by giving Your Son </div><div><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"><em><strong>R</strong></em></span> edeeming the world through grace and love </div><div><br />Raising Him from the dead, He joined You above </div><div><br />Thank You Lord </div>Brian the old manhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10758843142806407239noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938532795422935269.post-21173447211258122362010-04-01T11:55:00.003-04:002010-04-01T12:00:44.643-04:00Vibrant Fire<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHhKPOdh675RhLb1uwADfd94oCSB0IBNBsDvdb-huDDLLtwVeZ8oHmBUPu0j8GwUtSFW_fm9U1L7Fve4HVzYuu4cJZzIRQqTeSZftUozamiHamGxnIlkAASHUVob3Khk-eBlwZvBgyFFuw/s1600/campfire.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455198670494435266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHhKPOdh675RhLb1uwADfd94oCSB0IBNBsDvdb-huDDLLtwVeZ8oHmBUPu0j8GwUtSFW_fm9U1L7Fve4HVzYuu4cJZzIRQqTeSZftUozamiHamGxnIlkAASHUVob3Khk-eBlwZvBgyFFuw/s400/campfire.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;">Vibrant Fire</span></em></strong><br />by Brian Russell<br /><br />Branches flaming hot<br />Alive you crackle and glow<br />Soothing weary souls </div>Brian the old manhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10758843142806407239noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938532795422935269.post-42145616291816706232010-02-17T00:09:00.005-05:002010-03-05T15:53:18.707-05:00Irish Old Man<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3rG2lne6C3FeOg9fBNrxT163O_M4xWSYk8zGHuuk1oKErYGEjLLjiFEv3GahMSE4FsFR23hyl7f-i4lh5lzgcJIpgsi_Y3K-MaE7NzkXXS5uE3ya5Igdm-bL8NdvPH0LSED8A1uHJPZ9g/s1600-h/file0001763118906.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439076042660400962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3rG2lne6C3FeOg9fBNrxT163O_M4xWSYk8zGHuuk1oKErYGEjLLjiFEv3GahMSE4FsFR23hyl7f-i4lh5lzgcJIpgsi_Y3K-MaE7NzkXXS5uE3ya5Igdm-bL8NdvPH0LSED8A1uHJPZ9g/s400/file0001763118906.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Irish Old Man<br /></span></strong>by Brian Russell<br />the old man<br /><br />I'm an Irish old man<br />So I guess I have luck<br />My riches aren't plenty<br />Not nary a buck<br /><br />I've been through some hard times<br />But I've muddled through<br />With God's grace and mercy<br />When life has been blue<br /><br />I've tried on my own<br />To make it all right<br />But it took His great love<br />To walk through the night<br /><br />Now an Irish old man<br />Is Lucky they say<br />And though mine's been bad<br />I'll bless you today<br /><br />First I'll give you the key<br />To a happier life<br />Make friends with His Son<br />He'll help with your strife<br /><br />Christ will give you His love<br />His strength and His shield<br />He will show you the way<br />But your will you must yield<br /><br />An Irish blessing from me<br />Will not mean a thing<br />If that's why you came here<br />Make Christ your King<br /><br />I'll leave you this blessing<br />From an Irish, not Keats<br />May all your requests<br />Never end in defeat. </div><p align="center"><br /></p>Brian the old manhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10758843142806407239noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938532795422935269.post-59223846309343717942010-01-01T00:00:00.000-05:002010-01-01T00:00:02.052-05:00Happy New Year!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF_d8U-37SnyBHq5K7iAyj2JdpdByrZUjUPoTWO2YwoIfpJ-AOACuVZ-S5HQnuMSzYL5742sPClAqfSuLyAGRoZ8ihZlQNElwqMJ3QYbewR7jHjkBDvaJST4OKkDGydgSVzu2SoJJlsKZP/s1600-h/cvr_1262296747morguefile.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421586965864128002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 382px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF_d8U-37SnyBHq5K7iAyj2JdpdByrZUjUPoTWO2YwoIfpJ-AOACuVZ-S5HQnuMSzYL5742sPClAqfSuLyAGRoZ8ihZlQNElwqMJ3QYbewR7jHjkBDvaJST4OKkDGydgSVzu2SoJJlsKZP/s400/cvr_1262296747morguefile.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Brian the old manhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10758843142806407239noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938532795422935269.post-10379729348998391972009-12-13T23:32:00.004-05:002009-12-13T23:41:30.636-05:00To My Best Friend<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEQsjuD2EemFMf7efmC9WfDUgCU9OMI18nbQ08vITqeTViK0sQLqIgUh3u4K_a1i1UXmVenVaPiCCjHRaschwlFBEJqCcrXKDj5qkMm5tr-caNpmEIMCNnH89U7Ffco2L0zT0IlyYrXVGJ/s1600-h/file000646227328morguefile.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414947283930284754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 386px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEQsjuD2EemFMf7efmC9WfDUgCU9OMI18nbQ08vITqeTViK0sQLqIgUh3u4K_a1i1UXmVenVaPiCCjHRaschwlFBEJqCcrXKDj5qkMm5tr-caNpmEIMCNnH89U7Ffco2L0zT0IlyYrXVGJ/s400/file000646227328morguefile.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Here is a poem my daughter wrote.<br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">To My Best Friend</span></strong><br />by Alyx Russell<br /><br />Yesterday I found a friend,<br />whose comfort means a ton.<br />You know my every weakness,<br />and all the bad things that I’ve done.<br /><br />You understood all my wonders,<br />and care about my dreams.<br />You listen to my every word,<br />even when I plan my schemes.<br /><br />Not once have you interrupted me,<br />or told me I was wrong.<br />You understand what I am going through,<br />and promise you’ll ne’er be gone.<br /><br />I reached out to you, my friend<br />to show you how much I care.<br />To pull you close and let you know<br />how much I need you there.<br /><br />I want you to never leave,<br />to stay forevermore,<br />and as I write this poem for you,<br />I’m sure our love will soar. </div>Brian the old manhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10758843142806407239noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938532795422935269.post-70559489241158697362009-11-27T20:40:00.003-05:002009-11-27T20:53:49.236-05:00Black Friday Boredom<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7oq8X0ZIpF9yqFfZoFM-p4vj4QM7PoISarPmt3cn3rJXWyGOJn9qimZT7cq9ErVnPQ8DJC2_grc2m_OJ-n1sG39f9dpDHqwuouUNuMpgcNt43jEy8DidU405dTAaCsMokB3UcssExHT4D/s1600/file0001568691154morguefile.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408964870883677058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7oq8X0ZIpF9yqFfZoFM-p4vj4QM7PoISarPmt3cn3rJXWyGOJn9qimZT7cq9ErVnPQ8DJC2_grc2m_OJ-n1sG39f9dpDHqwuouUNuMpgcNt43jEy8DidU405dTAaCsMokB3UcssExHT4D/s400/file0001568691154morguefile.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Black Friday Boredom</span></strong><br />by Brian, the old man<br /><br /><br />As I sit here<br />On the job<br />So slow today<br />Where is the mob?<br /><br />They must be shopping<br />For their treasure<br />Too stuffed with turkey<br />From Thanksgiving pleasure.<br /><br />But I'll sit here<br />And wait on their call<br />And enjoy this Black Friday<br />While they're all at the mall.<br /><br />I'll deal with my boredom<br />And try to smile<br />And hope for some calls<br />While I sit here and file.</div>Brian the old manhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10758843142806407239noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938532795422935269.post-69262513200599818802009-11-25T07:43:00.003-05:002009-11-27T21:58:21.472-05:00Thanksgiving Reflection<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRcTdfdwEwNe3cLpayxOfbrj17iQFvmnl9BUAI8T96g7R_SeUeGnrBhP2JQK8F_qE6MYrkZwp3JhfNcjyhrQctKlx2Sjbz5BvFRDnq9Q49d80B8l68GT96jqXkmTfqTu-rH9tMuOb_MNJv/s1600/file000433201669morguefile.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408021240222893298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRcTdfdwEwNe3cLpayxOfbrj17iQFvmnl9BUAI8T96g7R_SeUeGnrBhP2JQK8F_qE6MYrkZwp3JhfNcjyhrQctKlx2Sjbz5BvFRDnq9Q49d80B8l68GT96jqXkmTfqTu-rH9tMuOb_MNJv/s400/file000433201669morguefile.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Thanksgiving Reflection</span></strong><br />by Brian, the old man<br /><br />Once upon a time<br />Is how this story starts.<br />When I was just a babe<br />You touched my parents hearts.<br /><br />They brought me to the water<br />And made a vow to You<br />To raise me to know Jesus,<br />His teachings through and through.<br /><br />When I reached my teen years<br />The heart You touched was mine.<br />I knew Your Son had come for me,<br />Would love me for all time.<br /><br />As I went out in the world,<br />A young adult you see,<br />I tried to do it on my own<br />But You still carried me.<br /><br />As I tried to win the race<br />Of fame and fortune true,<br />I must confess my sin right now<br />I had forgotten You.<br /><br />Though troubles were many You stayed right there<br />Through all my pain and strife.<br />My parents and You had taken a vow<br />To guide me through my life.<br /><br />Looking back now I know You were there<br />Through all of those dark years.<br />You offered me unconditional love<br />And dried up all my tears.<br /><br />You blessed me with a baby boy<br />Who fills my heart with pride,<br />A baby girl as sweet as can be<br />My love I cannot hide.<br /><br />My parents and siblings have always been there<br />To show me how Christ cares.<br />Nieces and nephews have shown me Your love<br />Which helps me with what life bears.<br /><br />You blessed me with friends all of my days<br />To brighten my life with joy.<br />Your church with traditions, love and support<br />Has made me one happy boy.<br /><br />So today I am thankful for all of Your love<br />As we celebrate this Thanksgiving.<br />Please help me to shine my light on the world<br />And teach others Your Son is still living.</div>Brian the old manhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10758843142806407239noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938532795422935269.post-34123869874962137082009-11-07T15:00:00.003-05:002009-11-07T15:08:50.118-05:00The Nagging Alarm Clock<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0UwQAjPydhFv1P3LrQ69yi1YIvYWwvGuwwIZ294YpIEmy_DNpbZqRhKcD1c7zGoarkCxMcT5X4anIlIZSxHse9idH5ntftw2SdsFFcuW2SUmS5UkL1I64xk91fUkMnZu36PuPqQt1aEhS/s1600-h/file2271249695010morguefile.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401454433554089554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0UwQAjPydhFv1P3LrQ69yi1YIvYWwvGuwwIZ294YpIEmy_DNpbZqRhKcD1c7zGoarkCxMcT5X4anIlIZSxHse9idH5ntftw2SdsFFcuW2SUmS5UkL1I64xk91fUkMnZu36PuPqQt1aEhS/s400/file2271249695010morguefile.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">The Nagging Alarm Clock</span></strong></div><div align="center">by Brian, the old man</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br />Buzzing, Screaming, Ringing Loud<br />Why disturb my dreaming cloud<br />Don't you know I want more sleep<br />Just five more minutes I won't fall deep<br /><br />I hit your bar to silence you<br />And drift back off to oceans blue<br />Then once again you blow your horn<br />Just five more minutes I can't be torn<br /><br />I hit you harder to shut you up<br />So I can win that loving cup<br />You blast your noise again at me<br />Just five more minutes, just let me be!<br /><br />I yank your plug out from the wall<br />Am filled with peace, my dreams won't stall<br />I lay and dream of heaven's gate<br />Oh no! What have I done, I'm late!<br /><br />I jump right up and start to dress<br />I don't have time my hair's a mess<br />I rush right out, look like a slob<br />Must get to work to do my job<br /><br />The boss just looks at me and sighs<br />He shakes his head shouts out his cries<br />"Late again, This has to cease<br />No more chances, I'll hire my niece"<br /><br />I look at him say I'll improve<br />Promise to get back in the groove<br />I won't be late to work I swear<br />Just give me a chance, I really do care.<br /><br />Buzzing, Screaming, Ringing Loud<br />Why disturb my dreaming cloud<br />Don't you know I want more sleep<br />Just five more minutes I won't fall deep<br /></div>Brian the old manhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10758843142806407239noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938532795422935269.post-21697895115136932322009-10-26T21:08:00.004-04:002009-10-26T21:40:58.175-04:00Procrastination<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsVF8DEewZL5lXLIx5cP_oSSZ7LbjViDJPsI5BfrnKPibF96N_hrV78iGvmx1JMANWagu_TpkIHo3whbsmm1IbTeA9BVzu7zUveRB750N3gx3LMt_y0q9Hw4Y23NqVwJ3pafRgDbIZaxnD/s1600-h/file4451236467407morguefile.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397088390024113282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsVF8DEewZL5lXLIx5cP_oSSZ7LbjViDJPsI5BfrnKPibF96N_hrV78iGvmx1JMANWagu_TpkIHo3whbsmm1IbTeA9BVzu7zUveRB750N3gx3LMt_y0q9Hw4Y23NqVwJ3pafRgDbIZaxnD/s400/file4451236467407morguefile.jpg" border="0" /></a>Procrastination <div>by Brian, the old man</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Procrastination </div><br /><div>Is a crime</div><br /><div>Causing regrets</div><br /><div>And stealing time.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I ponder how</div><br /><div>My world might be</div><br /><div>If Procrastination</div><br /><div>Had set me free.</div>Brian the old manhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10758843142806407239noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938532795422935269.post-31877897343762430892009-10-11T18:29:00.004-04:002009-10-11T18:41:23.424-04:00Good Morning Flower<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmF5dt5qibpRv9j6kap5-oZAxyj8Xz3UQBDboxJUfXWtgOVXBNCuQ2gjReYXJDl0ooIWio8R4wBDLawOmR74jpOmIq1_dxxPoGCTSwO4s5-Hla6He9R_lkPBdXN2iwo5zqgrquhxQ8OxAK/s1600-h/Prompt+Romp.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391473710307070338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmF5dt5qibpRv9j6kap5-oZAxyj8Xz3UQBDboxJUfXWtgOVXBNCuQ2gjReYXJDl0ooIWio8R4wBDLawOmR74jpOmIq1_dxxPoGCTSwO4s5-Hla6He9R_lkPBdXN2iwo5zqgrquhxQ8OxAK/s400/Prompt+Romp.bmp" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> This poem was inspired by the above picture which was offered by friend Carrie at </span><a href="http://promptromp.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-size:85%;">Prompt Romp</span></a><span style="font-size:85%;">. Thanks Carrie for the inspiration.<br /></span><strong></strong><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong>Good Morning Flower<br /></strong>By Brian, the old man</div><br /><br />Flower bright how are you<br />On this early morn?<br />Opening petals as to greet me,<br />Do you feel forlorn?<br /><br />Are you lonely, ever waiting<br />For hummingbirds and bees?<br />Do you notice me approaching<br />Falling down upon my knees?<br /><br />How refreshed do you feel<br />With the morning dew?<br />Does the sun bring you gladness<br />Shining down on you?<br /><br />Do you know of your beauty?<br />Do you feel vain?<br />Or are you humble, meek and modest<br />Feeling sorrow and in pain?<br /><br />If you find you’re unhappy<br />And you’re feeling sad<br />Know that I find you lovely<br />Your beauty makes me glad.<br /><br />I can see from your petals<br />As they open wide<br />Your love and care for the world<br />You should be filled with pride.<br /><br />Your scent’s appealing, your color vibrant<br />You brighten up my day<br />Don’t you worry, the birds and bees<br />Will soon be by to play. </div>Brian the old manhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10758843142806407239noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938532795422935269.post-78191223911782791662009-10-05T00:06:00.002-04:002009-10-05T00:14:26.350-04:00Birthday Wishes for Mom<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT5bau-x0XTH4ds8Yuqfqql0IitalWmnEVnKizO0gW-eRemj1S3htfhJ7y0v0oL3DuJQNWaNn8c4wcfoWuqrDDyrjcO93D6qrGQJhC1Ml68MxScqhVxAk_hQaT9bbDdkduKDHkcZhku40v/s1600-h/cvr_1254168538morguefile.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388963022591438466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 382px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT5bau-x0XTH4ds8Yuqfqql0IitalWmnEVnKizO0gW-eRemj1S3htfhJ7y0v0oL3DuJQNWaNn8c4wcfoWuqrDDyrjcO93D6qrGQJhC1Ml68MxScqhVxAk_hQaT9bbDdkduKDHkcZhku40v/s400/cvr_1254168538morguefile.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div align="center">Birthday Wishes for Mom<br />By Brian, the old man<br /><br /></div><div align="center"><br />Today is my mother’s birthday<br />I honor her with this rhyme<br />She gives me all of her love<br />And always has the time<br /><br />When I’m down she cheers me up<br />In good times she does share<br />My mom is so supportive<br />She gives me love and care<br /><br />As a child we’d play for hours<br />Give comfort when I was ill<br />Help me with my schoolwork<br />She made those years a thrill<br /><br />When I had reached my teens<br />I made her life so down<br />I wish I could amend those years<br />And not act like a clown<br /><br />Now I’m all grown up<br />Though problems still arise<br />She makes my life so happy<br />She truly is a prize<br /><br />As I’m getting older<br />I miss her more each day<br />I want to spend more time with her<br />But she lives far away<br /><br />So now I’m moving closer<br />To regain the family life<br />So we can share more birthdays<br />And cut cake with a knife<br /><br />She says she’s twenty-nine today<br />I’m sure that this is true<br />I don’t know why I’m older<br />Hey Mom, know I Love You! </div>Brian the old manhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10758843142806407239noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938532795422935269.post-51746510321456653132009-10-02T23:24:00.004-04:002009-10-02T23:39:36.511-04:00Fall or Autumn<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfTBcZYH_gZF9GurHxP9zh_LUErPI6sRTICmUGaJdhr8KkophDvWDOzSxb_JHqt2fcahjT9ER3xJN-rcwPsKYcCjvLz8GBn7sD6GRBaHJA0nc2KBvvPLKy20as0nrszBH2gSJ0hnkW0saq/s1600-h/file0001060875977morguefile.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388212491596523330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfTBcZYH_gZF9GurHxP9zh_LUErPI6sRTICmUGaJdhr8KkophDvWDOzSxb_JHqt2fcahjT9ER3xJN-rcwPsKYcCjvLz8GBn7sD6GRBaHJA0nc2KBvvPLKy20as0nrszBH2gSJ0hnkW0saq/s400/file0001060875977morguefile.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;">F </span>alling leaves are on the ground<br /><span style="font-size:180%;">A</span> nd when we walk they make a sound<br /><span style="font-size:180%;">L</span> ots of them to make some big piles<br /><span style="font-size:180%;">L</span> eaves of colors go on for miles<br /></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;">O</span> ld rakes are used to gather the lot<br /><span style="font-size:180%;">R</span> unning, jumping to hit the right spot<br /></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;">A</span> ll around we have lots of fun<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;">U</span> nder the pile I find my son<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;">T</span> ogether we rake them back up once more<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;">U</span> ntil it’s time to go to the store<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;">M</span> y day has been blessed, we sure had a ball<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;">N</span> o time is quite like Autumn or Fall</div>Brian the old manhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10758843142806407239noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938532795422935269.post-21599434919074349042009-09-30T20:46:00.000-04:002009-10-01T20:49:37.753-04:00Birds<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXJ3jBkJW9aiT4k5dRa6-1GrEqBM5o2JxLqZyC7CuMUiQjmPZSJBVNTY1O2jv3YZAdMQv8id3EI3mVfek3ZgpBf8dpk785kKUXdcTaUDiWJeusP0dwSDWaD_XjyYJOtNeYQa4WkQxOLXf7/s1600-h/file000986740424morguefile.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387797947606826642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXJ3jBkJW9aiT4k5dRa6-1GrEqBM5o2JxLqZyC7CuMUiQjmPZSJBVNTY1O2jv3YZAdMQv8id3EI3mVfek3ZgpBf8dpk785kKUXdcTaUDiWJeusP0dwSDWaD_XjyYJOtNeYQa4WkQxOLXf7/s400/file000986740424morguefile.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><em></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em>Birds<br />by Brian, the old man</em><br /></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Birds<br />Feathered, Black<br />Waking, Sitting, Singing<br />Majestically sharing morning sky<br />Birds</div>Brian the old manhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10758843142806407239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938532795422935269.post-42452153952947201522009-09-26T20:19:00.000-04:002009-10-01T20:44:16.856-04:00Alone at Sunset<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP3tp1xDogzk_6EEqddWaE2C2JtjNQt5AxVBVi4F_jGhB70E6JUKoSBLqKfYg3BKqdN7wDxc0KqmHcJeCl-ck2u2s7Zp_BU2VYEtU6PXPl3RAn7j7rkPrldn813PabovfMux8WApxEi61e/s1600-h/file0001508044763morguefile.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385978035993324434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP3tp1xDogzk_6EEqddWaE2C2JtjNQt5AxVBVi4F_jGhB70E6JUKoSBLqKfYg3BKqdN7wDxc0KqmHcJeCl-ck2u2s7Zp_BU2VYEtU6PXPl3RAn7j7rkPrldn813PabovfMux8WApxEi61e/s400/file0001508044763morguefile.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"></div><em>Alone at Sunset<br />By Brian, the old man</em><br /><br /><br />As I sit beside the ocean’s shore<br />And watch the setting sun<br />I ponder things about my life<br />Am I the only one?<br /><br />Not a soul in sight that I can see<br />I sit here all alone<br />The emptiness of God’s green earth<br />Not a thing to hear me moan.<br /><br />What can I do to make me whole<br />And make things seem alright<br />I turn to God and cry to Him<br />Why can’t You see my plight?<br /><br />I know it’s wrong to question You<br />About these things I fear<br />Help me let go and trust in You<br />Give you the wheel to steer.<br /><br />I look upon the setting sun<br />In awe of Your great scene<br />The colors are so beautiful<br />The water looks so clean<br /><br />You help me know, You’re there with me<br />My faith grows more each day<br />I give to You my heart and soul<br />For All these things, I pray. </div>Brian the old manhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10758843142806407239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938532795422935269.post-66634080385705320202009-09-23T19:58:00.000-04:002009-10-01T20:01:40.021-04:00Treasure Along the Beach<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEjZvbY7r5xZfw19N5JLeBp1vhA1H0uJ6ckpaDyZnf18H9AvIbvCcGaVjUN3XyL9m-Ru7YWAZ22O2J37iz8nVRrzt1P3XTdPvEJMvQXQ_D_5saN4tte0dGc-iwHyO7VPh3AfpfH2yLhlMV/s1600-h/StillLifeWithASkull.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384764252402439298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEjZvbY7r5xZfw19N5JLeBp1vhA1H0uJ6ckpaDyZnf18H9AvIbvCcGaVjUN3XyL9m-Ru7YWAZ22O2J37iz8nVRrzt1P3XTdPvEJMvQXQ_D_5saN4tte0dGc-iwHyO7VPh3AfpfH2yLhlMV/s400/StillLifeWithASkull.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><div align="center"><em>Treasure Along the Beach</em></div><em>by Brian, the old man</em><br /><br /><br />As I search for treasure<br />Along the ocean shore<br />I run across a bottle<br />I hoped for something more<br /><br /><br />It looks so old and dirty<br />And has a simple form<br />I wonder where it came from<br />When dragged in from the storm<br /><br /><br />I wonder if a pirate<br />Had used it for his rum<br />Or placed a map within it<br />Pointing to a king’s ransom<br /><br /><br />I try to see inside it<br />The glass is full of fog<br />Could be from a lost sailor<br />Got hung up in the bog<br /><br /><br />Or maybe if I clean it<br />From swimming with the fish<br />I will find a genie<br />To grant my every wish<br /><br /><br />My fantasy is over<br />I’ll set it on my shelf<br />The skull looks good next to it<br />If I do say so myself<br /><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Thanks to my friend Carrie at </span><a href="http://promptromp.blogspot.com/2009/09/verboten.html"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Prompt Romp</span></a><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"> for inspiring me with the Image from </span><a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/a/ae/StillLifeWithASkull.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Wikipedia Commons</span></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> above</span>.</span></div></div>Brian the old manhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10758843142806407239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938532795422935269.post-1572339856100433892009-09-20T20:02:00.000-04:002009-10-01T20:06:49.053-04:00Monday Morning Misery<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhAv_nlCVSnXivuk07hNan-XwRyOGTOpNQP0S7V6970KP7ss4I5RjC8REeiFPbEm8WTYVwpNw_lojKvjmrv9vDStsywA1eWymkWODKmzKGZ2BhYq2X9dKFxkgQyeZpjW-sXTPpihAw8MSm/s1600-h/file2341235019414morguefile.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383753855499066306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhAv_nlCVSnXivuk07hNan-XwRyOGTOpNQP0S7V6970KP7ss4I5RjC8REeiFPbEm8WTYVwpNw_lojKvjmrv9vDStsywA1eWymkWODKmzKGZ2BhYq2X9dKFxkgQyeZpjW-sXTPpihAw8MSm/s400/file2341235019414morguefile.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><em>Monday Morning Misery</em></div><div align="center"><em>by Brian, the old man<br /></em></div><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><div align="center">Oh where, oh where<br />Is my coffee pot?<br />I look everywhere<br />And I find it not</div><div align="center"><br />It couldn’t have flown<br />Or walked away<br />Why oh why<br />How could it stray?</div><div align="center"><br />I know that I left it<br />And cleaned it out<br />I just can’t find it<br />I’m about to shout</div><div align="center"><br />I have to get ready<br />Or I will be late<br />But I need my coffee<br />Oh such is my fate</div><div align="center"><br />There you are<br />How’d you get there?<br />Under the table<br />On top of the chair</div><div align="center"><br />Now where are the filters?<br />Oh this can’t be true<br />Forgot to buy them<br />Now I’m so blue</div><div align="center"><br />Maybe I should<br />Just crawl back in bed<br />Tuck under the covers<br />And lie down my head</div><div align="center"></div>Brian the old manhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10758843142806407239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938532795422935269.post-65112679293682697112009-09-13T19:49:00.000-04:002009-10-01T19:55:50.148-04:00Another Late Night on the Net<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEircw2hPvHAK1ZNpEzmU0cBom5BJZfb4BPWAPKRM-lMna0IHeCpCYsP3aLSIcYrUjBT8cz1es50QQp20G6nzuQ5E0TVC819wEmQ93XeAog4V52-oPfGY0VtOPNx64o9_M4k4VDLKZ4PR2nn/s1600-h/file000687954794morguefile.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387783688671227058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEircw2hPvHAK1ZNpEzmU0cBom5BJZfb4BPWAPKRM-lMna0IHeCpCYsP3aLSIcYrUjBT8cz1es50QQp20G6nzuQ5E0TVC819wEmQ93XeAog4V52-oPfGY0VtOPNx64o9_M4k4VDLKZ4PR2nn/s400/file000687954794morguefile.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><em>Another Late Night on the Net<br />By Brian, the old man</em></div><br /><div align="center"><br />Late nights on the Net<br /><br /></div><div align="center">I’ll never regret<br /><br /></div><div align="center">But I am so tired<br /><br /></div><div align="center">I’m no longer wired<br /><br /></div><div align="center">Looking at links<br /><br /></div><div align="center">But everything stinks<br /><br /></div><div align="center">Tried recipes for food<br /><br /></div><div align="center">I’m not in the mood<br /><br /></div><div align="center">For the links that I click<br /><br /></div><div align="center">Are making me sick<br /><br /></div><div align="center">Gave Facebook a try<br /><br /></div><div align="center">Naught a thing caught my eye<br /><br /></div><div align="center">Had Twitter in sight<br /><br /></div><div align="center">It’s too slow tonight<br /><br /></div><div align="center">Thought I’d read mail<br /><br /></div><div align="center">But found no good tale<br /><br /></div><div align="center">Then thought I would look<br /><br /></div><div align="center">To find a good book<br /><br /></div><div align="center">Though nothing I see<br /><br /></div><div align="center">Looks worth it to me<br /><br /></div><div align="center">I’ll just go to bed<br /><br /></div><div align="center">And lie down my head<br /><br /></div><div align="center">To dream and to soar<br /><br /></div><div align="center">And have a good snore</div>Brian the old manhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10758843142806407239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938532795422935269.post-88978652377301394002009-09-03T19:43:00.000-04:002009-10-01T19:47:53.903-04:00Hop on Over, I'll Be There for You<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHPIl4IRyrl1tPeXNZk-_liBFlXKHHXS7N0sNX6C0tGSXTpp6grVx91k2FEMjvcucI6LL1Q76qCWPcTJNTU4OS8-SEm5ynmBoRdQu88uE9YT-5NKDephgA23PAUxm38GOgzDY3goLgaLBj/s1600-h/file0001722078504morguefile.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387782050670100578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHPIl4IRyrl1tPeXNZk-_liBFlXKHHXS7N0sNX6C0tGSXTpp6grVx91k2FEMjvcucI6LL1Q76qCWPcTJNTU4OS8-SEm5ynmBoRdQu88uE9YT-5NKDephgA23PAUxm38GOgzDY3goLgaLBj/s400/file0001722078504morguefile.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><em>Hop on Over, I'll Be There for You<br />By Brian, the old man</em><br /><br />Bunny Hop<br />Bunny Go<br />Along the trail<br />Off to the show<br /><br />He hears a sound<br />Stops on the trail<br />He hops some more<br />Into a pail<br /><br />He is so fat<br />And round you see<br />He can't get out<br />Needs help from me<br /><br />I gently push<br />the bucket over<br />He hops right out<br />Into the clover<br /><br />He looks once more<br />As if to say<br />Thanks my friend<br />You made my day<br /><br />I sit and think<br />He's fat like me<br />Glad for friends<br />To set him free<br /><br />Friends give me hope<br />Support my goal<br />To lose the weight<br />And make me whole<br /><br />Like my friends<br />You make me think<br />To eat healthy<br />Watch what I drink<br /><br />Bunny hop<br />Bunny go<br />Thanks my friend<br />Enjoy the show </div>Brian the old manhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10758843142806407239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938532795422935269.post-84948275919717270022009-08-29T19:29:00.002-04:002010-03-11T16:41:51.939-05:00Let There Be Peace with You<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKBSVss-7AR7SsVSzu7rGt33nnr3m7PN6odK7zffNl8DD_YQjuRy9wG6Nxd0yEuriAmzOXQRWRmXe1ywWtxUu1nsYpDKPmItodqbKq51cc3wL80I0M9Y6zs2vCZGinabw64YjxdQIZxsHw/s1600-h/5460_118612280263_604045263_2783083_8355808_n.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387779238030313618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKBSVss-7AR7SsVSzu7rGt33nnr3m7PN6odK7zffNl8DD_YQjuRy9wG6Nxd0yEuriAmzOXQRWRmXe1ywWtxUu1nsYpDKPmItodqbKq51cc3wL80I0M9Y6zs2vCZGinabw64YjxdQIZxsHw/s400/5460_118612280263_604045263_2783083_8355808_n.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><em>Let There Be Peace with You</em></div><div align="center"><em>by Brian, the old man</em></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">The economy is down<br /></div><div align="center">No jobs in town</div><div align="center">The cupboards are bare</div><div align="center">No one seems to care</div><div align="center">Let There Be Peace with You</div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Time spent all alone</div><div align="center">No rings on the phone</div><div align="center">As darkness sets in</div><div align="center">I need a friend</div><div align="center">Let There Be Peace with You</div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">When troubles arise</div><div align="center">It is no surprise</div><div align="center">Faith seems to wane</div><div align="center">There's no one to blame</div><div align="center">Let There Be Peace with You</div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">My family too far</div><div align="center">Can't wish on a star</div><div align="center">Life is not fair</div><div align="center">This is my prayer</div><div align="center">Let There Be Peace with You</div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">May God Bless your life</div><div align="center">To live without strife</div><div align="center">In the Lord's way</div><div align="center">Survive every day</div><div align="center">Let There Be Peace with You</div><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;"><span style="color:#66ffff;">This Poem has been featured at</span> <a href="http://www.skywriting.net/inspirational/poems/let_there_be_peace.html">SkyWriting.Net</a>.</span></div>Brian the old manhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10758843142806407239noreply@blogger.com0