WHO


WHO?

I’m a who

A person who cares

When a leader treats

His fellow citizens with disrespect.

Misinterpreting deliberately

And ignoring Constitutional rights.

I didn’t see disrespect on the field.

Just the opposite. I saw pain in faces

Of those who love their country and their God.

They met as team members united and proud.

They weren’t burning anything or cursing outloud.

They didn’t disrespect their neighbors or anyone in the crowd.

But someone dared shame these men as they made their claim,

Someone dared disrespect Americans and drenched them with shame,

These were the same men who side by side with American soldiers

And rescued numerous victims trapped in their homes,

Helped with cleanup operations night after night.

Did they do something wrong while they were doing things right?

These brave men united together to point out what needs to be done,

Isn’t it time for peace and setting aside the gun.

The wars are over and it’s time to clean up after the storms,

Just like soldiers, teammates, strong leaders, and all,

We are the examples for the world to see.

Especially how a leader treats you and me.

September 26, 2017

 

 

 

GHOSTS OF OUR ANCESTORS


Where are the heroes that are rising from the earth?

Where are the youth who have ignored the truth?

The heroes and youth are no longer brave,

The truth is dead and buried in graves.

And ghosts of our ancestors are crying, crying, crying.

The truth is no longer remembered or respected.

And each of us prepares for civil war,

No longer do we listen like we did before.

We hear our own words and cut other words short.

And ghosts of our fathers come marching, marching, marching.

There are rumors of blood being shed in the hills,

There are dreams of street battles just for the thrills.

There are fingers poised to blast away,

Neighbors and relatives killed if they get in the way.

And the hearts of our fathers are bleeding, bleeding, bleeding.

We could be the heroes that are rising from the earth,

We could be the ones who respect the truth.

It will be our blood that will stain the soil,

Until our hatred ceases to boil.

And our ghosts are satisfied with

Crying, crying, crying

bleeding, bleeding, bleeding

marching, marching, marching.

Dying. dying, dying.

The ghosts will be satisfied when all is quiet and still.

September 24, 2017

Dan Roberson

 

PEACE


There will be no peace,

Unless there are no lies.

There will be no love,

Unless we try to understand each other.

We can talk forever without saying a truth.

We can speak of hope,

But let hope slip away.

We can laugh together,

And keep war at bay.

There will never be peace,

Without songs of joy and faith.

Although volumes of poetry will be written,

The world can never truly have peace,

Until all people are treated with respect and love.

6/3/2017

My Sweet Kiss


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She laughs
at my jokes,

She’s shy, she’s
bold,

But a sight
to behold,

She twirls
her hair,

While she’s
standing there,

I smile at
her and take her hand,

I want her
to understand,

That I want
to know

As much as I can,

About her,

She fascinates
me,

Though I want
and need her now,

I’ll wait
somehow,

Until she
discovers ,

She needs me
too,

She leans
against me,

Creating
sparks,

Gently I
draw her near,

And whisper
so only she can hear,

“You’re irresistible,”

And with one
slow kiss,

Tantalizing,
teasing, wonderful kiss,

We’re both
on fire,

The flames
burning higher,

“We need to
talk,

So let’s go
for a walk,”

We stop
after awhile,

And look at
the stars,

I point at
one afar,

“That one is
like,

The sparkle
in your eyes,”

“I’m cold,”
she says,

And snuggles
against me,

Seeking warmth
but finding flame,

But for her
it is the same,

Her lips
seek mine,

And I oblige
without wasting time,

Each kiss is
sweeter and takes its toll,

I want to be
a gentleman,

But I’m
losing control,

I don’t know
just what I expect,

But I want
to show her some respect,

“Tomorrow I
want to see you again,

I want you
to be more than a friend,

Tell me
tomorrow if you want me too,

Your dreams
will tell you if it’s true,”

She is quiet
on the way,

Surprised by
what I had to say,

I walk her
to her door and give her a quick kiss,

“Every night
I want it special like this,”

I’m restless
and I don’t sleep well,

Hoping that
love will show and tell,

I think she
might call,

But my cell
is silent ,

There’s
nothing at all,

I’m
heartbroken that it’s come to this,

For I was
addicted at the very first kiss,

A noise
startles me,

It is so
loud,

I push back
the curtains,

And see a
crowd,

x’s and o’s
in ribbons are there,

With yes, yes,
yes, everywhere,

She stands
quietly off to one side,

Waiting for
me to come outside,

Without
thinking, to her I race,

Twirl her
around and then embrace,

The crowd
gathered gives out a cheer,

“Hooray for
love! Love is dear!”

She is
smiling,

Her face
aglow,

“You forgot
to get dressed,

Or didn’t
you know?”

I’ll have to
admit I am embarrassed today,

And I’ll
remember it forever,

No matter
what I say,

But more
important to me is this,

She wants
me,

And my sweet
kiss.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I’ll Love My Neighbor, My Community, and My World


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I’ll Love My Neighbor, My Community, and My World

When I was a child I felt secure in my mother’s arms,

I didn’t worry whether she would keep me from harm,

My world was limited because my vision was small,

But my understanding of relationships grew tall,

My nights were filled with moonlight and dreams,

Dreams of people who were part of a living stream,

Thus I began my quest to learn who they were,

And find where I would fit within this endless blur,

The search to belong became my secret song,

I wanted real relationships with the bonds strong,

Real questions that had meaning I wanted to ask,

To know my neighbors, was that too big of a task?

I wanted to exchange truth, not cause anyone strife,

Not to tell me they’re okay, then take their own life,

I wanted a community that found common ground,

Where people of all kinds were happy to be found,

My house would be open to all who passed through,

Not just for old friends, but even the new,

Failures of yesterday would become foundations for today,

Each mistake used to motivate to find a better way,

Relationships building up each other, with mercy and respect,

The rewards would keep returning, more than I expect,

I love my neighbors, my community, and my world too,

I would like to start somewhere, so what can I do?

No one was meant to be alone, whatever may befall,

You’re invited to my house, whether you’re different or not at all,

I’ll do what I can to share my life and maybe so will you,

We’ll build bridges across our differences and see what will ensue,

For all the world to see, our friendship would be on display,

If it’s all the same to you, there’s no reason to delay,

I’ll care for my neighbor like myself, compassionate and loving too,

I’ll seek good whenever I can, and that’s all I’ll ask of you.

Your Words Are Treasures


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It’s time to clear your mind of clutter,

Of harmful words that you might utter,

Clear the slate of words that sting,

Think of terms that love might bring,

When the air is filled with words of praise,

They warm the nights and soften the days,

Those words build relationships deep,

Forging bonds that your heart will keep,

A base composed of appreciation and trust,

With treasures that won’t break or rust,

Positive words will increase self-worth,

There is a shortage of those on earth,

Those sweet words that build self-esteem,

Are given to you when angels dream,

Your body language and tone of voice,

Can strike fear or give cause to rejoice,

Show mercy to others as given to you,

What goes around, comes around, you know that too,

Let terms of endearment sweeten your tongue,

Let your kindness be legendary, your praises sung,

If respect is given to both young and old,

Your hair might turn silver, but your heart will stay gold,

Encourage others to search for a star,

Give them a boost if they can’t reach that far,

And let them know your heart, tell them you care,

You’ll love them forever, and always be there.

My Son, Listen to My Words of Wisdom


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My son, there are a few things you ought to know,

First off, don’t eat the yellow snow,

When a girl tells you she likes you as a friend,

She means, adios, goodbye, the end,

The tongue has the power of life and death,

Say something nice, or save your breath,

When you think you know something, speak out,

Listen and look wise, when in doubt,

Son, life has no easy answers on how to be smart,

Being always observant is quite an art,

If you look at the friends who surround you,

Your own character comes into view,

When people are angry, listen to what they say,

For what they believe is true will come your way,

Now for the things that can make you better,

Hold these truths close right to the letter,

If you hold anger inside and don’t turn it loose,

It won’t be long before you stew in your own juice,

In colloquial terms, you have to dig,

If you stir a stink, it only gets big,

If you’re knee high in clover you’re doing well,

You’ve hit pay dirt as time will tell,

If you’ve got it made in the shade,

You have no worries, your fortune is made,

The best things in life are not gold or shiny rings,

Love, respect, and honor, are what happiness brings,

Be a person of action, be a person of thought,

Keep out of trouble and do what you ought,

You are wise when you know others and what they say or do,

You are wiser yet, when you really understand you,

My son, I’ll tell you a secret, don’t ever get old,

It’s only for the tough, the simple, and those who are bold,

Now for the real things you asked me about,

The differences between sexes that you have doubts,

If you think you understand women you’re in danger,

The simple truth? Men are strange, women are stranger,

Know that women think differently than a man,

You’ll always be wrong if you don’t understand,

If you ever think you’re perfect, it’s time for a wife,

She’ll love you and correct you the rest of your life,

Men want women to stay the same always,

Women want men to be different every day,

Women can’t keep secrets, you should know that,

If you have a secret to keep, keep it under your hat,

Love builds bridges across unchartered lands,

Everyone is richer, no matter which side you stand,

Love can be magical when your heart it does claim,

Love also can be an illusion that you’ll never tame,

Love takes normal things and dims the light,

You won’t see faults and everything looks right,

A beautiful woman? If you wish to be wise too,

A beautiful woman is the one who loves you,

The best thing in life I hope you soon learn,

Is to love completely and be loved in return.

The Preacher and the Music Director’s Wife


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The preacher was arrogant to the younger crowd,

But to those with deep pockets, he appeared less proud,

Damon’s sermons were powerful, he turned them up by degrees,

He was clearly annoyed by those who dared defy his decrees,

Feared and secretly hated by the rest of the church staff,

Except by Samantha, who would mock him and laugh,

She found reasons to tease him, to watch him turn red,

Yet she’d bake him cookies and bring him sweet bread,

I wasn’t  sure but I thought she admired his position of power,

She was beautiful, smart, and already in full flower,

She was open to all who wanted to know about her family tiffs,

And frequently proclaimed she had all of the spiritual gifts,

Her husband, the music director, turned a blind eye,

Adam wanted to confront her, but didn’t dare try,

It was clear she was restless, and loved him no more,

She wanted to hurt him deeply by declaring a spiritual war,

Adam was persistent and continued to go out of his way,

To give her thoughtful presents and constantly say,

“I love you,” but she ignored him each and every time,

She hated his goodness and treated him like swine,

Adam was special and crowds showed to hear him sing,

His voice resonated, entertained, as he sang to his king,

Why Samantha did not feel the power, no one really knew,

The more the crowds loved him the more her hatred grew,

Samantha often said, “I want to go somewhere without you,”

Adam didn’t take her seriously because his love was true,

His rebuttal,“I can never leave here, I’m treated like a son,”

And in her heart Samantha knew, her time with him was done,

The preacher, on the other hand, was abusive to his wife,

 Damon was heard to say, “A wife must obey all her life,”

Mary would murmur quietly, “I’m sorry, much harder I’ll try,”

Sometimes Mary would show up with bruises, black and blue,

She always covered for him, but I knew her words were untrue,

“It was my fault,” she might say, “I was not being loyal” or “I fell,”

It was my opinion that the preacher had a one way ticket to hell,

One day when Damon thought he was alone with his wife,

“You disagreed with me! That’s disloyal!” his voice cutting like a knife,

He berated her at length and ended the tirade with a slap,

“Now clean up this mess,” he snapped, as her nose bled onto her lap,

She noticed me in the shadows, “Shhhh. You’ll only make it worse,”

I couldn’t just accuse him. I needed more than chapter and verse,

Damon’s temper was legendary but church officials looked the other way,

As long as the church was growing Damon would have his say,

To Damon, all wives and daughters were part of a game,

It was rumored that they were afraid when he called them by name,

Except for Samantha who talked as if she cared about nothing,

She scared him with her reckless talk about acting and dancing,

Always in short skirts and low cut blouses, she sat in the front pew,

Damon often stammered and sputtered because of the view,

When some of the elderly women criticized her just a bit,

She said, “God gave it to me and the devil can’t make me hide it.”

It didn’t take long for Damon to succumb to her charms,

At night he dreamed of holding her tightly in his arms,

Tossing and turning, he was restless and could find no relief,

The next day he confronted her, “Your rebellion has caused me grief,

Did you not learn a lesson from Delilah and Jezebel?

If you don’t mend your ways, you’re going straight to hell,”

He hesitated, “You need to see me for counseling so we can talk,”

She laughed at him, “You’d like to have me behind a door that locks,”

“If you were in my house for a week,” he sputtered, “You’d learn,”

“You’ve got a little bad boy in you,” she said, “You’d have to earn,

Any chance you got with me, so talk to my husband, then we’ll see,”

What chance did he have to convince her husband to agree?

After one of his sermons he decided to talk to Adam, man to man,

“You’re neglecting your duty, she’s not under your command,

She runs your house, I don’t think you have much to say,

If she was under my roof, just for a week, I’d get her to obey,

We might be happier if we switched partners for awhile,

I’d tame your wife and she’d come back with a smile,”

Adam was shocked, he couldn’t believe what he had heard,

“I couldn’t do that,” he muttered, “it’s going against the Word,”

Samantha chuckled, “You are pathetic and can’t satisfy me,

I wouldn’t have to be near you, for one week I’d be free,”

Adam was infuriated, he didn’t like Samantha’s retort,

But he made a mistake when he turned to Mary for support,

Mary was still bruised from Damon’s last series of blows,

To be away from Damon she would have kissed the devil’s toes,

Mary said, “Your wife will learn to appreciate loving kindness in a man,

Now, she’s young and blind, she really doesn’t understand,”

That made sense to Adam.  His wife had never given him respect,

He knew he loved her and would give her everything without neglect,

For that reason, he wavered, for a week he could let her go,

But in the back of his mind was a small voice saying, “No, No, NO!”

What choice did he have when all three stared him down?

But his heart refused to give in, he was honor bound,

“This is all wrong. Samantha will have to make her own choice,”

“And you, Damon, have been listening to the devil’s voice!”

Angrily Adam turned and left. He needed to find somewhere to pray,

Someplace where sunlight poured over him, where evil couldn’t stay,

Evil would stay away from exposure and find all the secret places,

It had already captured three of them, he could see it on their faces,

Adam knew he could not control, the choice Samantha would make,

But within his heart he felt at peace, he knew the path he’d take,

Damon wasn’t seen around the church. He claimed to be really ill,

But rumors flew from house to house about how his nights were filled,

His name was bandied about, giving the church ill-fame,

He was asked to go away, where none would hear his name,

Mary had fled that very day to escape her life of abuse,

Disappearing somewhere far off, safe as a nameless recluse,

Samantha left Adam for glittering lights, success always on the brink,

She’d call from time to time, usually when she had too much to drink,

She said she might return some day, if he would take her back,

She just needed a few more months, until she was on a winning track,

Adam endured the jibes and sneers, ignoring the months of lies,

Gradually pity was exchanged for respect, he was deemed saintly and wise,

But he never remarried, more lessons he chose not to learn,

He had kept a journal each day of his life, and now he wanted it to burn,

He had finally forgiven Samantha for all she had said and done,

It had taken years for his inner battle to be won,

Now that it was over, he wanted his stories to feed the flames,

But I couldn’t destroy his work, I just changed the names,

I’ve come to realize that learning lessons does not end,

But there’s no reason to repeat them again and again,

If there’s a moment when a story rings clear and true,

I’ll take it to heart and growth for me will ensue,

Adam’s story won’t be wasted if others do, too.

New Year’s Resolutions (Part two)


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This year I’ll learn to trust and treat everyone as a friend,

A handshake and a well spoke word will mean truth again,

I won’t live a life gone by, stewing in my own pot,

Wallowing in self pity, at a time and place I’d rather not,

I’ll enjoy all the challenges that life always poses,

But never for a day or a minute, forget to smell the roses,

I’ll plan for the future and dream about what could be,

With my feet planted in the present to keep my sanity,

I’ll dance like nobody is looking, probably that’s best,

I may not win a dance contest, but I’ll show some zest,

Love with my whole heart, halfway will not do,

Holding part of myself back, is not fair to me or you,

I’ll treat everyone with respect, in each and every relation,

For without respect there will not be a solid foundation,

I’ll spotlight my strengths and focus on what I do well,

I want this year to be positive, on faults I will not dwell.

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