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Stanley Almendro Poem
The Keyboard of My Heart
By
Stan Almendro
The Keyboard of my heart has no ivory keys to play
Music comes from what I think, dream and what I say
A melody that people hear is my happy, sensitive heart
It is a song that will stay and never from me depart.
There are also no black keys in the keyboard of my heart
And you can in fact not tell the black keys from the white
No hands are found striking these keys that don’t exist
Yet the sweetness of the chords no heart can really resist
With no white or black keys in this keyboard of my heart
Where and how does the music begin to make a start?
No music sheet was written for this keyboard of my heart
Music that you hear gets your feet tapping to every part
No musician, grandmaster plays this keyboard of my soul
It sends forth a celestial joy to the weak and to the bold
The weak and frail are not excluded from this joyous tune
They need no physical energy to frolic from morn to noon
The bold and strong live in this music which never stops
It is not a piece of music bought in some corner shop
Because it’s not for sale the poor also to this music dance
Yes weak, bold both rich and poor all have an equal chance
No very expensive grand piano or master music hand
Is needed for the music seems is written in the sand
So as you see me frolic, dance to the music of the band
Ask that the keyboard of your heart be touched by the “Master's Hand."
By Stan Almendro ©
Copyright © Stanley Almendro | Year Posted 2014
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Stanley Almendro Poem
THE DINNER TABLE
The dinner table no longer fact but just a dream and fable
With its demise the family is confused and ever so unstable
No longer do we sit and hear each others heart and dreams
The absence of this time together will tear us apart it seems
Where are the days when mom and sis the dinner table would set?
And around it and everyone would sit yes even our puppy pet
Times of laughter we all knew as we shared in our wonderful day
And even cried all together as our dear Granny was taken away
Its here each day we heard just how to live our lives
And not to walk with silly people and to battle and to strive
The art of just being forgiving and face new tests each day
For when this all has come and gone the family is here to stay
Now in its place are TV shows with no dinner table set
With mom and dad, brother and sis and the dog our little pet
Each one running to and fro and no time for talk or play
Sweet moments of the dinner table have all been swept away
Oh how I long to sit and hear my dear old dad just say
Tell us dear boy how are you and what did you do today
And hear mom plead our cause as dad his voice would raise
softly would she calm the place and sing our unearned praise
Well that's all gone with brother and sis and all of us sitting alone
It sometimes feels that life is hell and everything is like a stone
Why don't we try in this rushing life to make each family stable?
Yes remember it is as simple as just renewing the dinner table
Copyright © Stanley Almendro | Year Posted 2015
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Stanley Almendro Poem
Why Me?
It was such a great day as he held me & said I love you
The clouds a white fleece & the sky such a beautiful blue
My heart was singing, my eyes aglow & I thought I knew
Days of happiness, laughter & joy turned out to be so few
His sense of humour; patience & joy surely left him as a boy
And that life’s a gimmick & all else beside him was just a toy
It did not take much to fill him with gloom to spoil our day
Is the whole world against me is what he would always say
Venting his feelings, swearing, anger, swearing & bold strife
Cuts through my soul & my young daughters beautiful life
At first there was screaming, shouting & banging at the door
But alas it’s now physical as he throws us down on the floor
The bashing, screaming, his fists & smelly alcohol breathe
Makes us both so afraid yes timid & long for an early death
Then one day I looked into her eyes and saw her child like smile
And that’s when I snatched her and ran & ran for many a mile
We are now free from this animal & his cruel obnoxious heart
And we sing like young birds that with new life make a start
You see I have been beaten & bashed since I was only three
And for all of these hidings & bashings I’ve always said “Why Me”
Our lives both now go on as we sing so happy & so free
No need to hide, run or clamber up the nearest old tree
We sing, clap our hands, and dance as angels full of joy
You see we are no longer this obnoxious males little toy
Copyright © Stanley Almendro | Year Posted 2014
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Stanley Almendro Poem
OOPS!!!!
When the man in charge stumbles and falls
Stops all the laughter and happiness stalls
He fumbles and falters as each decision he goofs’
But declare that his weakness is only an OOPS!!!
When those all around him do the same thing
He lashes with his tongue to give them a sting
No pardon or mercy for all of his or her goofs'
He gives them no right to call it an OOPS!!!
He may be important in the position he holds
His merciless styles from a heart that is cold
The shouting and screaming as on them he swoops
But he carries on with his acceptable OOPS!!!
He climbs up the ladder of life’s’ success story
And grabs to himself the fame and the glory
But time will go on till this man with his goofs’
Will no longer be able to blame it on OOPS!!!
Copyright © Stanley Almendro | Year Posted 2014
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Stanley Almendro Poem
SORRY GOD
BY
STAN ALMENDRO
Sorry God that we behave so small
Easily from your grace and will fall
We should in childlike faith walk tall
But instead think we must have all
We say pray seek His face and ask
But this is make rich, win every task
Blame the devil for all our mistakes
And if right the glory we so easy take
Argue about things that do not matter
The things that childlike faith will splatter
Lives with wealth and shallowness clutter
All brings complaints as we easy mutter
So God you see how we live so shallow
Have no love or care for the other fellow
Help us to grow up, live for your GLORY
That the world will see it is not just a story
Oh God help us to be honest and real
To your Grace and mercy we do appeal
The Church is in a sick and sorry state
But to repent, say sorry, we all hesitate
Copyright © Stanley Almendro | Year Posted 2014
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Stanley Almendro Poem
The Broken Stringed Guitar
By
Stan Almendro
The melody of my life started when as a baby I was born
No grand piano welcomed me with any music in our home
The blanket they carried me in was old, tattered and torn
Slippers that my dear mom wore had holes, tattered and worn
It was not long and there I was a little naughty growing boy
Yelled and screamed often fought like mad for another’s toy
This was all part of growing up writing lines for my life’s song
Would I be tall, short or fat, weak handsome or very strong?
No knowing what this life held yet I dreamed so much each day
It did not matter what other folks did do or what they tried to say
My life was just as theirs would be if I had a much better start
I had two eyes yes ears and legs and even had a loving heart
Then this life of joy of mine, which belonged to every little child
Lost its oomph and happiness and stopped my childlike smile
The music stopped, melody gone as we all struggled to survive
No food some days, no place to sleep the joy difficult to revive
Then there came a day when all of this was too difficult to bear
I looked at my dear little mom and said a difference I will make
Please do not feel alone in all of this or believe I do not care
I will try my best to change our lot even if my life it wants to take
Our lives seemed like a guitar with an old badly broken string
No melody or tune could be played, our hearts a painful sting
I tried to smile and laugh even tried a favourite song to sing
But all my trying was out of tune because of this broken string
There came a day, almost a dream and things began to change
The joy and peace at first was odd and felt so awfully strange
We had a home and bread to eat also with a joyful happy song
Our weak little legs and heart was now beginning to feel strong
Yes my friend your life might seem like a broken stringed guitar
Your love, peace and happiness seem lost and oh so very far
Do not lose hope and courage and despair for what life brings
The guitar, the broken string when fixed will easily help you sing
Copyright © Stanley Almendro | Year Posted 2015
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Stanley Almendro Poem
LIFES’ ROAD HOGS
You’ll find them on the highways and all along life’s' byways
And they refuse to see they’re the cause of all the problems
They ride along the fast lane and make you feel the villain
An In the end the good man feels he’s just a silly fellow
These highwaymen who race along life's' crowded byways
Say to the world of happy men you’d better do it my way
They honk, they grunt and pass the weak and very timid
And make you feel you’re the one who's messing up the limit
They have no goal or vision or sense of real direction
Yet in their minds they dare feel like men of real discretion
A cursing here and shouting there to do what needs be done
Who would dare to show them up, their critics are just none
Expect today as you walk along life's’ busy ruthless byway
To meet these evil men who say you’d better do it my way
But don't despair or give in and let them have the pleasure
Of robbing you a simple man of your inward beauty treasure
Take note of what they say to you or let them even pass you
But don't give in to these evil men or let them undermine you
Let them race with headstrong speed on life's busy highway
Remember this they’ll hear you say I let you do it your way
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Stanley Almendro Poem
WHY CARE
By
Stan Almendro
The winds of change are blowing over land and over sea
And we will feel its might and power to bind or to set free
Gone are the days of learning to add, subtract, and divide
For the answers to life's questions are found at the cost of pride
As the winds of change keep blowing over your life and mine
The sense of things everlasting is lost in this fleeting time
No one to tell a story about things of their childhood days
For in the place of simplicity are the things which do not stay
The winds of change have come in the place of real things
And it comes with fleeting pleasure and no satisfaction brings
We are told to float in the tide of life or pay for being different
This rears its head in all our lives and has no respect of persons
And as these winds keep blowing no joy or peace unfolds
For it keeps us all in the cruel race hurting with all the falls
Yet there are those who have chosen to sit in life’s’ rocking chair
And by their lives, their joy their peace shows all they couldn’t care
Copyright © Stanley Almendro | Year Posted 2015
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Stanley Almendro Poem
The Web
By
Stan Almendro©
I sit so quiet at my window watching this little fly
It is also being watched by a spider oh so sly
The web is spun and now it is the patient game
In every walk of love and life, it is for us the same
The web of love and life is spun for every one
It makes our hearts so light or feeling like a ton
No hairy-legged spider is watching o’er this web
It is often a blue-eyed guy with curls on his head
At first, it is a smile and a short winking of the eye
This makes my legs so weak and a big hearty sigh
The web has no power yet draws the victim nearer
It is what makes falling in love evermore so dearer
So my blue-eyed spider as you wait there by your web
Is it me you want to snare or someone else instead?
The force of your stringy web is more than I can take
It is either a silky web or my heart that you will break
Well I’ve now lost site of the sly spider and the little fly
I do not see a hairy-legged monster looking oh so sly
My legs are weak and my heart is pounding very high
I’ll let be that blue-eyed spider if you let me be your fly
Copyright © Stanley Almendro | Year Posted 2015
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Stanley Almendro Poem
The Immeasurable Raindrop
A raindrop may look too small but somewhere a thirsty flower awaits its fall.
Then there is the big pine tree that is also very thirsty and it is ever so tall
The fishes in a lake enjoy the water but they would die if the rain did not fall
So to the flower, pine tree and fishes in a lake the rain drop is never small
The dams that are full the trees oh so tall never find a rain drop very small
Fishes would not swim and frogs not leap if a tiny raindrop did not fall
Mighty waterfalls, dams, and rivers running never say a raindrop is small
The mighty forest with trees so tall would not be if a raindrop did not fall
See the little bird flying singing saying to every raindrop no you are not small
For without you I could not sing fly or have a bath if you a drop does not fall
A snail is sluggish not loved by all but with no drop of water would not crawl
You would miss that splash of water on your face if a raindrop did not fall
Yes, everything in life wants to be mighty powerful, rich, and very, very tall
Unlike a little raindrop, this is not big but just willing to the earth down to fall
No position of power or might just refreshing the birds, flowers and trees tall
Oh my little raindrop please never ever grow tired on me to always fall
Copyright © Stanley Almendro | Year Posted 2015
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