Oldman's Poetry Corner™

‘Twas the Morning before the Night before Christmas

2011-12-24T04:29:00.002-05:00

‘Twas the Morning before the Night before Christmas
by Brian Russell

‘Twas the morning before the Night before Christmas and it was still night
This old man awoke with a belly so tight

And try as I may to go back to bed
The excitement of Christmas kept running through my head

You’d think I’d outgrow, listening for reindeer
But my stomach is in knots awaiting good cheer

My years have grown longer, gray hair on my top
But visions of sugar plums just will not stop

If I’m feeling this way on Christmas Eve morn
How will I be on the day He was born?

I guess I’ll be sitting awaiting the clatter
For at two in the morning nothing does matter

And Santa will be here I know in my heart
Climbing down chimneys and doing his part

He may come for children but the love that he brings
Fills my face with a smile and makes my heart sing

And this is the present which I hold so dear
The love of the season fills my eyes with good tears

So I send you my love as I wait for daylight
Merry Christmas to All and to All a Good Night!

Rain

2011-11-15T07:14:00.002-05:00

Rain

Cleansing, Peaceful, Drops
Relaxing My Soul Throughout
Quiet, Gentle, Fall

Oh, The Pleasures of Guilt

2011-10-15T08:21:00.002-04:00

You capture my gaze from across the room
Time ceases to exist
Lost in your elegance and beauty
Mouth watering
My senses peeked
Smooth
Soft
Creamy
Desire longing to be fulfilled
Closer you approach
Heart racing
Oh, the aroma
Sweet
Refreshing
Heavenly
Savoring the moment
Anticipation
Ready to plunge
Pausing
Teasing
Closer still
Within reach
A gentle touch
Too much to endure
Can wait no longer
You glide pass my lips
Tongue tickling
Silky
Velvety
Rich
The heat intensifies
Fire
Melting
More
Must go further
Intensity
Plunging deeper
Your cherry pops
Explodes
Oh the sweetness
Overwhelming
Satisfying
Calm
Relaxed
Finished
Oh, how I long to taste you again
Hot Fudge Cake with Ice Cream
How I Love thee

Memories of Love Poem

2010-10-09T19:50:00.005-04:00

Memories of Love
By Brian Russell

As I sit here and watch the cars drive by fast

Enjoying the day, I dream of the past

I think of the love of times long ago

When we were so young and I was your beau

But the day is too pretty for me to be sad

So I sit and I smile with memories we had

We got into trouble but we sure had fun

Fantabulous times, I miss you a ton

The sun is now setting. Before I'm lonely and blue,

I will sit, I’ll have faith, in our God; He is true.

Everyday should be Mother’s Day

2010-05-09T12:10:00.004-04:00

Everyday should be Mother’s Day
by Brian Russell
the old man

Once a year is not enough
To honor you with mushy stuff
Even Hugs and Kisses are far too few
To show the love I have for you

I could fly to the moon and back
And ride on every railroad track
I’ll never find the perfect treasure
To show my love and bring you pleasure

Jewelry, candy, plants and more
And everything inside the store
My love could not be shown by things
Not even small cute figurines

Poems and pots of violets of blue
Cards made by hand just for you
Everything I have in mind
Could never measure the love I find

You’ve given me so much more
Than what could be found in any store
Filling my life with hope and love
And teaching me of the Lord above

For no matter what I say or do
The love inside I have for you
Could never be shown in just one day
That’s why Everyday should be Mother’s Day

A Burger, a Dog, the Legs of a Frog

2010-04-18T14:49:00.004-04:00

You can love...

a burger, a dog, the legs of a frog
a train, or a plane, or a mid-summer's rain
a snail, a pail or a puppy dog's tail
a cat, or a bat, and a rat a tat tat
a page, a cage, or even some sage
a truck, a duck, an ol' hockey puck
a shirt, some dirt, and an old man that blurts
a ball, a hall, and somethings that's small
a pan, a fan, or getting a tan
a kite, a fright, a brisk autumn night
a rose, a hose and even a nose
a bed, a thread, a wagon that's red
a gate, a crate, a rink to go skate
a bin, a chin, a sinister grin
a skit, a pit, or even to spit
a den, a pen, an ol' big fat hen
a bet, a jet, something that's wet
a bell, a well, even a smell
a show, some snow, a dim candle glow
a hound, a sound, kissing the ground
a cake, a rake, a slimy ol' snake
a chair, a fair and somethng to wear
a snack, a rack, even a yak
a sub, a rub, a tub you can scrub
a bun, a run, something well done
a cot, a pot, even a dot
a cap, a map, an afternoon nap
a hand, a land, and your favorite band
a ring, to sing, or any ol' thing

But the love that I found comes from Him up on High
If you need proof, look up to the sky
He pours out His grace and His love to us all
God sent His own Son to answer our call

Well I know that it's true we all love some treasures
But I tell you right now there is greater pleasure
Make a friend of His Son and live in His will
God will save you today 'cause Christ paid the bill

I know we all sin it's a terrible thing
But Christ came to save us just give Him a ring
Ask for forgiveness and He'll send His grace
Blessings and Love for the whole human race

And though there are times of struggle and strife
Open your heart and put Him in your life
He'll carry you along, give comfort and love
And one day we'll join Him in Heaven above.

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Easter Devotion

2010-04-03T12:26:00.006-04:00

Easter Devotion
by Brian Russell

H ow could You send Your Son for me

A nd sacrifice Him on that tree

P unish Him for things that I would do

P oured out His blood to make me new

Y ou sent Him to take away my sin

E very day I breathe I think of Him

A nd all the pain that He went through

S uffering as He walked and beaten blue

T oday I Thank You for all You’ve done

E mbracing me by giving Your Son

R edeeming the world through grace and love

Raising Him from the dead, He joined You above

Thank You Lord

Vibrant Fire

2010-04-01T11:55:00.003-04:00

Vibrant Fire
by Brian Russell

Branches flaming hot
Alive you crackle and glow
Soothing weary souls

Irish Old Man

2010-02-17T00:09:00.005-05:00

Irish Old Man
by Brian Russell
the old man

I'm an Irish old man
So I guess I have luck
My riches aren't plenty
Not nary a buck

I've been through some hard times
But I've muddled through
With God's grace and mercy
When life has been blue

I've tried on my own
To make it all right
But it took His great love
To walk through the night

Now an Irish old man
Is Lucky they say
And though mine's been bad
I'll bless you today

First I'll give you the key
To a happier life
Make friends with His Son
He'll help with your strife

Christ will give you His love
His strength and His shield
He will show you the way
But your will you must yield

An Irish blessing from me
Will not mean a thing
If that's why you came here
Make Christ your King

I'll leave you this blessing
From an Irish, not Keats
May all your requests
Never end in defeat.

Happy New Year!!!

2010-01-01T00:00:00.000-05:00

To My Best Friend

2009-12-13T23:32:00.004-05:00

Here is a poem my daughter wrote.

To My Best Friend
by Alyx Russell

Yesterday I found a friend,
whose comfort means a ton.
You know my every weakness,
and all the bad things that I’ve done.

You understood all my wonders,
and care about my dreams.
You listen to my every word,
even when I plan my schemes.

Not once have you interrupted me,
or told me I was wrong.
You understand what I am going through,
and promise you’ll ne’er be gone.

I reached out to you, my friend
to show you how much I care.
To pull you close and let you know
how much I need you there.

I want you to never leave,
to stay forevermore,
and as I write this poem for you,
I’m sure our love will soar.

Black Friday Boredom

2009-11-27T20:40:00.003-05:00

Black Friday Boredom
by Brian, the old man

As I sit here
On the job
So slow today
Where is the mob?

They must be shopping
For their treasure
Too stuffed with turkey
From Thanksgiving pleasure.

But I'll sit here
And wait on their call
And enjoy this Black Friday
While they're all at the mall.

I'll deal with my boredom
And try to smile
And hope for some calls
While I sit here and file.

Thanksgiving Reflection

2009-11-25T07:43:00.003-05:00

Thanksgiving Reflection
by Brian, the old man

Once upon a time
Is how this story starts.
When I was just a babe
You touched my parents hearts.

They brought me to the water
And made a vow to You
To raise me to know Jesus,
His teachings through and through.

When I reached my teen years
The heart You touched was mine.
I knew Your Son had come for me,
Would love me for all time.

As I went out in the world,
A young adult you see,
I tried to do it on my own
But You still carried me.

As I tried to win the race
Of fame and fortune true,
I must confess my sin right now
I had forgotten You.

Though troubles were many You stayed right there
Through all my pain and strife.
My parents and You had taken a vow
To guide me through my life.

Looking back now I know You were there
Through all of those dark years.
You offered me unconditional love
And dried up all my tears.

You blessed me with a baby boy
Who fills my heart with pride,
A baby girl as sweet as can be
My love I cannot hide.

My parents and siblings have always been there
To show me how Christ cares.
Nieces and nephews have shown me Your love
Which helps me with what life bears.

You blessed me with friends all of my days
To brighten my life with joy.
Your church with traditions, love and support
Has made me one happy boy.

So today I am thankful for all of Your love
As we celebrate this Thanksgiving.
Please help me to shine my light on the world
And teach others Your Son is still living.

The Nagging Alarm Clock

2009-11-07T15:00:00.003-05:00

The Nagging Alarm Clock

by Brian, the old man

Buzzing, Screaming, Ringing Loud
Why disturb my dreaming cloud
Don't you know I want more sleep
Just five more minutes I won't fall deep

I hit your bar to silence you
And drift back off to oceans blue
Then once again you blow your horn
Just five more minutes I can't be torn

I hit you harder to shut you up
So I can win that loving cup
You blast your noise again at me
Just five more minutes, just let me be!

I yank your plug out from the wall
Am filled with peace, my dreams won't stall
I lay and dream of heaven's gate
Oh no! What have I done, I'm late!

I jump right up and start to dress
I don't have time my hair's a mess
I rush right out, look like a slob
Must get to work to do my job

The boss just looks at me and sighs
He shakes his head shouts out his cries
"Late again, This has to cease
No more chances, I'll hire my niece"

I look at him say I'll improve
Promise to get back in the groove
I won't be late to work I swear
Just give me a chance, I really do care.

Buzzing, Screaming, Ringing Loud
Why disturb my dreaming cloud
Don't you know I want more sleep
Just five more minutes I won't fall deep

Procrastination

2009-10-26T21:08:00.004-04:00

Procrastination

by Brian, the old man

Procrastination

Is a crime

Causing regrets

And stealing time.

I ponder how

My world might be

If Procrastination

Had set me free.

Good Morning Flower

2009-10-11T18:29:00.004-04:00

This poem was inspired by the above picture which was offered by friend Carrie at Prompt Romp. Thanks Carrie for the inspiration.

Good Morning Flower
By Brian, the old man

Flower bright how are you
On this early morn?
Opening petals as to greet me,
Do you feel forlorn?

Are you lonely, ever waiting
For hummingbirds and bees?
Do you notice me approaching
Falling down upon my knees?

How refreshed do you feel
With the morning dew?
Does the sun bring you gladness
Shining down on you?

Do you know of your beauty?
Do you feel vain?
Or are you humble, meek and modest
Feeling sorrow and in pain?

If you find you’re unhappy
And you’re feeling sad
Know that I find you lovely
Your beauty makes me glad.

I can see from your petals
As they open wide
Your love and care for the world
You should be filled with pride.

Your scent’s appealing, your color vibrant
You brighten up my day
Don’t you worry, the birds and bees
Will soon be by to play.

Birthday Wishes for Mom

2009-10-05T00:06:00.002-04:00

Birthday Wishes for Mom
By Brian, the old man

Today is my mother’s birthday
I honor her with this rhyme
She gives me all of her love
And always has the time

When I’m down she cheers me up
In good times she does share
My mom is so supportive
She gives me love and care

As a child we’d play for hours
Give comfort when I was ill
Help me with my schoolwork
She made those years a thrill

When I had reached my teens
I made her life so down
I wish I could amend those years
And not act like a clown

Now I’m all grown up
Though problems still arise
She makes my life so happy
She truly is a prize

As I’m getting older
I miss her more each day
I want to spend more time with her
But she lives far away

So now I’m moving closer
To regain the family life
So we can share more birthdays
And cut cake with a knife

She says she’s twenty-nine today
I’m sure that this is true
I don’t know why I’m older
Hey Mom, know I Love You!

Fall or Autumn

2009-10-02T23:24:00.004-04:00

F alling leaves are on the ground
A nd when we walk they make a sound
L ots of them to make some big piles
L eaves of colors go on for miles

O ld rakes are used to gather the lot
R unning, jumping to hit the right spot

A ll around we have lots of fun

U nder the pile I find my son

T ogether we rake them back up once more

U ntil it’s time to go to the store

M y day has been blessed, we sure had a ball

N o time is quite like Autumn or Fall

Birds

2009-09-30T20:46:00.000-04:00

Birds
by Brian, the old man

Birds
Feathered, Black
Waking, Sitting, Singing
Majestically sharing morning sky
Birds

Alone at Sunset

2009-09-26T20:19:00.000-04:00

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.

Treasure Along the Beach

2009-09-23T19:58:00.000-04:00

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.

Monday Morning Misery

2009-09-20T20:02:00.000-04:00

Monday Morning Misery

by Brian, the old man

Oh where, oh where
Is my coffee pot?
I look everywhere
And I find it not

It couldn’t have flown
Or walked away
Why oh why
How could it stray?

I know that I left it
And cleaned it out
I just can’t find it
I’m about to shout

I have to get ready
Or I will be late
But I need my coffee
Oh such is my fate

There you are
How’d you get there?
Under the table
On top of the chair

Now where are the filters?
Oh this can’t be true
Forgot to buy them
Now I’m so blue

Maybe I should
Just crawl back in bed
Tuck under the covers
And lie down my head

Another Late Night on the Net

2009-09-13T19:49:00.000-04:00

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

Hop on Over, I'll Be There for You

2009-09-03T19:43:00.000-04:00

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

2009-08-29T19:29:00.002-04:00

Let There Be Peace with You

by Brian, the old man

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

This Poem has been featured at SkyWriting.Net.

Passion for Yahoo! Answers

2009-08-20T19:18:00.000-04:00

Passion for Yahoo! Answers
by Brian, the old man

Yahoo Answers takes hold of me
Never will it set me free
Answering questions throughout the night
Gives me such a terrible fright
For I will never sleep again
Not even a nap now and then
My eyes have bags down my cheek
But I can't resist another peek
For P&S has got me now

Awaiting best answers so I can bow

Life of a Tree

2009-08-02T18:51:00.000-04:00

Life of a Tree

by Brian, the old man

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

Dad I Love You!

2009-06-21T18:09:00.000-04:00

Dad, I Love You!

by Brian, the old man

My feelings are clear

Dad you are the best

On top of the charts

Above all the rest

When troubles arise

You always are there

With help and advice

You really do care

If I make a mistake

And when I fall down

You cheer up my life

You’re the best in the town

Through all of my life

You’ve taught me so much

With knowledge and love

You sure have the touch

Out in the yard

You’re thumb is so green

Magnificent plants

They make a grand scene

And on the grill

The food you prepare

We all pull together

And offer a prayer

Then watching TV

Of your favorite game

We sit on the couch

And watch those with fame

I wrote you this poem

For this Father’s Day

I love you so dear

Though you’re far away