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Today will have joy
Today will have stress
I will be Calm And Relaxed
Today with less TV
Today with more walking
I will be Calm And Relaxed
Today without negative politics
Today without news
I will be Calm And Relaxed
Today without comfort food
Today with the Word
I will be Calm And Relaxed
Today without yelling
Today with patience for others
I will be Calm And Relaxed
Bad drivers on the road
Can pass me by
I will be Calm And Relaxed
Quality time with family
Quality time with close friends
I will be Calm And Relaxed
My attitude is so important
To achieve the joys in my life
That is why I will be Calm And Relaxed
Just writing this
Has helped me be
Calm and Relaxed
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Honey for The Soul
True love is a magnificent gift
From God in Heaven above.
Beginning as a flame
Ageing into a roaring fire.
What words can’t describe
All eyes see.
Love of an experienced couple
Displayed for young to learn.
A simple touch or an open door,
Perhaps it is a nod or a wink.
The daily struggles shared as an adventure
Each new day another blessing from above.
The fuel for love is in the Word
They share it every day as honey for the soul.
Falling asleep at night praying to the one true God
Praise to God is first, then thanksgiving.
At the end are the requests for God’s love,
His guidance and forgiveness for people like me.
When the flesh has long been gone,
Their spirits will bow together before the Almighty’s throne.
That’s the goal they cherished for decades,
Leading to a reward for eternity.
Thanks to all who pray for me.
That is the true love I see.
Copyright © Robert Moore April 9, 2020
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From Satan to the USA
Dear United States
You’ll soon be at Hells Gates.
I laugh as you cry.
You keep saying why?
The answers are in that Book, you don’t read.
I taught you that there is no need.
That’s okay I’m as crafty as they come,
First, I made you numb.
That was easy you see,
Once you invented the TV.
Oh, yea, that was smart.
You have become only couch art.
You could enjoy the outdoors the other Guy created,
Instead, I’ll fill your head with nonsense until your cremated.
You think athletes disrespect your country.
Why pay them so much to feel so crummy?
My battles are small, and I am patient.
This problem you now see is ancient.
It is not the rioters, or her, or him.
They are just doing what your schools taught them.
You could be more involved in your kid’s education,
But you are too busy for this action.
You had only one chance to field this with your glove.
For that, read the third stanza above.
I have been destroying the strongest Christian nation,
I started the day of its creation.
July 4, 1776.
Now you hate her, so you throw bricks.
Little by little, it is me dividing you.
Don’t love one another, just live without a clue.
Copyright © Robert Moore June 2020
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Breathe
You lay in bed hands on your tummy
Head on your pillow blankets to waist
Deep relaxed breaths
Hair framing the face I love
Bursting scrumptious lips
Chest rises and falls with each breath
Tummy expands and falls with each breath
Hands slide to your sides as you drift asleep.
I sit in the chair and watch each peaceful inhale
Then relax with each exhale
Our breathing in perfect harmony
My love grows with each synchronized moment
I can’t believe you married me
Better yet your love for me grows
Even after my stroke
This quiet moment is one of life's blessings
Thank you, God, for this woman.
Copyright © Robert Moore October 27, 2019
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Why Do I Feel So Sad?
Why do I feel so sad?
I had lots of love.
Why do I feel so sad?
I still have lots of love.
Why do I feel so sad?
My career paid high.
Why do I feel so sad?
I was well respected for my knowledge.
Why do I feel so sad?
I had a stroke at 55.
Why do I feel so sad?
My kids turned out great.
Their mother, a blessing to us all
She had a plan, I didn't.
Why do I feel so sad?
I have a relationship with God.
Through Jesus, the Son.
Why do I feel so sad?
I never knew what I wanted to do.
Why do I feel so sad?
I never dreamed of what I could become.
Why do I feel so sad?
Never developed the discipline to achieve.
I went through sixty years without goals.
Time to change.
This is what I'm going to do.
Time to excel.
This is what I'm going to do.
Time to dream sweet accomplishments.
This is what I'm going to do.
Time for real goals.
This is what I'm going to do.
Time for no regrets.
This is what I'm going to do.
Love others as they have never been loved before.
This is what I'm going to do.
Thanksgiving prayers in the most significant detail.
This is what I’m going to do.
An accomplished light for others in a dark world.
This is what I’m going to do.
After gaining for sixty years,
It’s time to lose weight.
This is what I’m going to do.
Live life without excuses.
This is what I’m going to do.
Baby steps and then big leaps.
This is what I’m going to do.
I'm going back to school because I want to.
Masters in Spiritual Leadership.
This is what I’m going to do.
Public speaking, I have a success story to write.
Then I’ll share it with everyone who will listen.
This is what I’m going to do.
Do a little preaching.
This is what I’m going to do.
Share the gospel with anyone who wants to study.
This is what I’m going to do.
Less TV, even sports.
Time to cease watching other people's dreams.
Time to create and pursue my own.
This is what I’m going to do.
Pray without ceasing.
This is what I’m going to do.
Achieve spiritual greatness.
This is what I’m going to do.
Welcome to my dream.
Now I have to write my specific goals with details.
This is what I’m going to do.
Copyright © Robert Moore May 5, 2020
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Just an Old Cooler
Not much to look at,
Hard to carry,
Won’t through it away.
To you, it looks dirty,
To me, it looks used.
From the late 1960s
To you, it appears empty,
To me, it's full of memories.
I miss my dad so much,
The tears well up, flowing out.
Camping trips to Spruce Knob.
Just me and dad and
The squirrel that got the Oreos.
Yes, they eat chocolate.
The cooler was full of ice.
With drinks, sausage, bacon,
Eggs, hamburger, hotdogs. and potatoes.
Everything a father and son needed.
Camel tent camper with
Nothing fancy, two beds,
Screened in room.
Coleman stove on the picnic table,
Old Cooler by her side.
Fishing Spruce Knob Lake by day
The fresh mountain air.
Campfire by night
Marshmallows, chair, lantern,
Nature one of God’s greatest blessings.
That old cooler made it to
Cherry Grove Beach.
Drinks and sandwiches for the day
I just wanted to play.
Drinks from the
Old Cooler, refreshing.
Old Cooler even went deep sea fishing.
Drinks for the day.
At the end of the day,
Filled with Sea Bass
to filet.
Old Cooler you made me cry.
Now I’m happy.
You really are full of memories
Thanks for letting me reminisce.
Copyright © Robert Moore March 6, 2021
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Poem To My Dad
In Memory 04/17/2018
By: RobertBenThoughts.blogspot.com
It has been almost a year
Since you left us here,
For the heavenly relm
Your reward is clear.
I miss you.
Mom is doing better than before
She thinks of you daily,
She now calls me Bob
I just laugh and say it’s Ben.
Did I tell you I miss you?
The kids are doing fine
They miss you too,
Careers challenging
But they are successful,
Did I tell you I miss you?
The wife God gave me,
She is the Eveready bunny
She continues to be amazing
She misses you also.
Did I tell you I miss you?
She does for everybody
Before doing for herself,
She is like you,
Always-there good or bad times,
Did I tell you I miss you?
Got tear eyed today
Just thinking about you,
Don’t do it often
I just think of the good times.
Did I tell you I miss you?
I’m doing fine now,
I wish you were still here,
I’d take you to the mountains again,
And take you to church.
Did I tell you I miss you?
Don’t forget golf I let you win.
Myrtle Beach every summer,
Deep-sea fishing
Two walks to the pier everyday,
Did I tell you I miss you?
I remember camping
Just you and me,
Then there was Boy Scouts
When it used to be just boys,
Did I tell you I miss you?
There was Mountaineer football,
Mountaineer Classic basketball tourney,
Harlem Globetrotters,
Pittsburgh Pirates baseball,
Did I tell you I miss you?
But what I remember most is
You lived as you taught,
Slow to anger
And a great listener
Did I tell you I miss you?
Church first,
Mom second,
Kids next,
Then work.
Did I tell you I miss you?
You always believed in me,
Even when I gave you no reason,
And you always said you were proud of me
At the most important times,
Did I tell you I miss you?
The apple fell far from the tree
But I’m giving my best effort
To roll it up the hill,
I know you’re proud of me and my family,
Did I tell you I miss you?
Dad, I love you!
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Worst Enemy
Finally identified my enemy
He has been there for years
Much to worry about
He is kind and won't let me be.
Undisciplined I guess
He knows my weakness
Uses them as a master
Like a game of chess.
Day after day
Night after night
A security system
Can’t keep him at bay.
The power to win
Cannot come from within
It has to be powerful
Enough to quit sin.
God, help me to dig deep
Change my will power
Give me wisdom
Help me sleep.
I am my worst enemy
I’m so weak against Satan
Give me the discipline to wear Your armor
Your armor can protect me.
As I sit in the den
Food, obesity is my sin
Followed by one other you know well
Thanks for forgiveness as I try again, Amen
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SELF MEDICATION
July 27, 2019
I have self-medicated for 45 years
Let’s review
That’s a long time.
For not having a clue
So what comes to your mind?
He must mean drink.
Not my medication
You still have to think.
That’s not it
Then it must smoke.
Not my medication
But that’s a funny joke.
There are those who
Turn to fitness for their drug.
Not my medication
I’d be better off with a hug.
Anger is an ugly one
People with it just seem to yell.
Not my medication
People hurt all over and may not be well.
Then there is physical touch
Screw everything in sight.
Not my medication
That’s a way you will never find the light.
So I showed it could have been worse
Everyone may have a curse.
Finding yours is up to you
Look at your biggest clue.
My medication is simple
It’s comfort food when I am sad.
But I make up for it with
Comfort food when I’m glad.
This is changing as I speak
Writing about is such relief.
I feel like my boat
Is no longer on the reef.
I believe so pray for me.
It can’t be changed alone.
I’m not going to let this be
Seed for change has now been sown.
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SO I’VE DECIDED TO WRITE POETRY
RobertBenThoughts.blogspot.com
Stroke recovery - poetry or journal,
I’ll try poetry from thoughts internal.
I don’t know the rules as one might,
I just write what seems right.
Will it be pleasure or will it be pain?
I just hope you think it’s sane.
Stroke survivor page helps me while low,
Having this stroke is one big blow.
My story is different, as you know;
But much in common so here we go.
You’re all so encouraging even when sad,
We have each other so it’s not so bad.
It’s been over a year since that day,
I miss the games I used to be able to play;
Now I long to run a 5k which is far away,
Why didn’t I do that before that day?
My friends, family supporting me,
So I feel it’s meant to be.
That’s it for this first try
I’m amazed I haven’t started to cry.
How did I do what do you think?
Just don’t send me a link.
Pray for me as I pray for you,
It’s the best I can do.
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