There is a place you can go that is full of only love and Warmth .
you will be surrounded by a light that shines from the Heavens ,
Sprinkles of Silver and Gold.
This place is filled with brilliant colors of Purple , vibrant Gold, all colors.
not one Color is less significant then another ,
for every color is equal here .
This place is surrounded by the beauty of different Flowers.
All flowers have significance here . No one Flower is better then another .
All Flowers are equal here .
It is important you know , you can cry here , and should cry as often as needed .
For the tears will cleanse your Soul and give the Flowers water to grow.
No one Tear is insignificant here , every tear has value and not one is better then another .
money holds no value , Where you live , what you own, has no significance here .
You will be surrounded by a beautiful light that shines from the Heavens .
A shining warm light will encircle you and allow nothing to hurt you .
Hate will be shed at the door light a old jacket of no use.
There is a place of beauty and Worth.
This place will not be found on Earth .
It is a place where no one person is better then another .
chasing the dream
falling into a scheme
screaming as I fall
nails scratch the wall
wake in a new place
hands reach and rub my face
people come to greet me
and they all agree
I'm not from this land
so they take my hand
and lead me to the queen
(who is quite mean!)
all dressed in red
from toes to head
then I meet an extraordinary man
who tells me how this world began
next to him are a mouse and hare
who go thru life without a care
that is where I meet the cat
who gives the man back his hat
a smile set upon his face
randomly appearing in a different place
taking me to see a girl in white
who asks me to join the fight
against the dragon who roams
the skies above their homes
I must agree
for is my destiny
dressed in my silver suit
ready to beat the brute
his wing flap against my face
why am I in this place!?
my sword comes down in a crash
he had no time to dash
now he’s dead and I must leave
but the man grabs my sleeve
and dances a little jig
and tells me that the world’s no to big
I give hugs and say goodbye
never shall these memories die
when back at my palace
I spoke my name aloud
Dear God, when the sun rises,
I can only wish for a better day.
I'm not looking for consolation prizes;
I know life can't go entirely my way.
I just want to love and be loved,
To have hope and a great faith.
Sometimes the choices in life are tough,
After sunrise creates a new day.
©2013 Honestly JT
They were Meriwether Lewis and William Clark,
Her name was Sacagawea.
On an expedition they did embark
Finding the passage to the sea.
Down the Missouri they traveled,
Then slithered 'round the Snake River bend.
Rocky Mountain weather and sickness battled;
At the Columbia River they'd end.
©2013 Honestly JT
One day my mother, my sister Debbie and I were out in the parking lot at school.
My sister Linda came to the car crying. She had an ice pack on her hand. When we got home,
my dad, who works at the hospital looked at her finger. Then my dad took Linda to the hospital.
When they got home, they told us that her finger was broken. The next day, she got a cast on
her hand. Four weeks later, my sister got her cast off. I was happy that she was happy.
March 23, 1998
©2014 Honestly JT
I can act insane
But DO NOT
Make me feel worthless
I belong in God’s family
He will bless my future generation
Don’t punish me for
Being myself –
Don’t envy my glee
I can act like an
Adult, but I’d
Prefer to have joy…
That piles upon us in our
Being childlike is
A rare beauty –
No one prizes it…
No one came across it…
In this lifetime…
I can laugh all day
I can make you smile
If you’d accept my
Childlike dreams of mine
Don’t treat me like a sick swine
Renew my young heart
Give me the ability
To kill the old man…
I have my place in God’s family
He’ll be adored and glorified
We’ll exchange prayers and hugs
By my future generation
I beg of you –
Don’t kill my childlike mentality
I’ll behave myself…
I’m positively sure that I’ll make you happy
I’ll still have pieces of a child in me
And pass it on to my future generation…
Can't a man dream
On things that bring
Why should not his
Ever be reality?
©2014 Honestly JT
Our story begins in a galaxy far far away
On the dark chocolate side of The Milky Way
The planets all look like cookies and donuts
Boys and girls grow to be bakers and astronauts
They have five different planets that orbit two suns
Nutter is smaller and Butter is the bigger one
The first is Glazey-1 the second is Eclarian-2
Spell Heaven backwards and Nevaeh-3 comes into view
The forth is my favorite, they call it Smore-4
Most well known for it’s white melting core
And last but certainly not least is Oreo-5
It’s surface is hardest and is smallest in size
A special place for sure is this sweet solar system
Planets sparkle after a sugary rain sweetens and mists ‘em
Watch a cartoon, blow a balloon or hum your favorite tune
Or you can do as I do, and wish upon Macaroon Moon
Dedicated to an author by the name of William Golding... Enjoy!!!
~Two boys meet on an island
~~One is skin 'n bones
~~~The other one is chubby
They discover a lagoon~
Ralph teases him by calling~~
him "Piggy" - how mean!!~~~
Piggy asks him if
There are other people on
The island with 'em
He has no clue
But this'll answer Piggy's question --
Other boys appear -
All diverse shapes and sizes
What'll happen next??
Have you ever read The Lord of the Flies?
I recommend it if yah haven't read it yet - I must admit
It's a book full of adult words and it's simply...FASCINATING! - no lies
You should read it - or you'll regret it!
(Dedicated to my wife and children. My sincere apologies for my failures and short-comings)
As the closing of the day is nearing
I ponder the things I could have done
Picking each if I had been erring
Or had I done for purpose or for fun.
If a work that is fully accomplished
Have its merits subjected to envy
I shall gladly share my precious harvest
To help a fellow make his day.
For I couldn’t have it in my conscience
The slight guilt of being fortunate
That in the middle of my convenience
Someone has a hard time for something to get.
If by chance or valid reason
I could get a better share
For the sake of life’s old lesson
I shall give up to be fair.
That in life there are some choices
Often hard for me to make
And as the sun won’t stall in one place
With mine haste I could have mistake.
Then sooner may come chaos
By a wrong step my heart be spoiled
Can’t help but being anxious
That I might sacrifice my toil.
Albeit, let there be no one
To bear with me of my pain
Even the closest someone
Who’s been with me thru the rain.
When the nightfall finally takes over
Cancelling reasons for me to be around
Let my love stays where there is flicker
I shall have to cross the darkness alone.
Date & Time Writing:
December 7, 2011
3:45pm – 4:20pm
I've been irregular to my shop for the past several days as I had been preoccupied with various endeavors that might help augment my present business. All those constraints and pressures were not so much of a problem to me in spite of the fatigue; in fact, challenging and intellectually stimulating. What bothers me is the pain and discomfort I could hear from the love ones around me that if only I have the resources to shoulder their needs and the chance to bear the agony for their stead then I would. Such trouble led me to the writing of this poem.
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Our story begins with this little riddle.
A man and a wolf set out on a journey with a head
of cabbage and his goat
But when they get to a river's edge, he can only take one at
a time on a very small float.
So pay close attention and look for the hidden clues
some may right and some might be wrong to choose.
Now listen closely for a rumbling voice, so you can make a very wise choice.
There once was a man from Afghanistan
with his wolf, some cabbage and goat
set forth to cross the desert remote.
They trudged for days, maybe as long as a week
whew!! the smell of that cabbage wow did it wreak.
Over dunes and hills to a mountain's ledge
which lead them down to the river's edge.
Now the wolf was a master over hill and dale
but crossing the river, he would surely fail.
With cabbage as baggage and a goat that won't float
he knew in an instant, he needed a boat.
He stammered, and scratched and pondered awhile
he couldn't decipher how they could all cross The Nile
He grabbed a few pieces of floating wood
and lashed them together a tight as he could.
He stared at his float, then peered the wolf,
back to the float then to the goat, Hum?
With cabbage, wolf and goat to tote
he prayed to his God, I need a small boat.
Then all of sudden sand blew in his eye
and a rumbling voice came out of the sky;
F- E- R- R- Y
Now everyone knows that wolf eats goat
and a goat will eat anything especially cabbage.
But did you know that nothing rhymes
with cabbage and wolf, except
for wolf and cabbage blah blah blhablabage.
So there young friends the riddle is solved
if you are able to postulate.
Just carefully follow these simple steps
one, through six, seven and eight.
1. take the goat over 2. come back get cabbage
3. take cabbage over 4. bring goat back
5. leave goat 6. take the wolf over
7. come back, get goat 8. take goat over again