Best Coleman Poems
daddy youare sick now and my heart is breaking allthe way around!you have aways loved me and gave me what i need!my love for you will never die and we will meet in the heavenly sky!as days pass i wish time would last so i could spend more time with you ilove you true!im your only son and imss the times when we wher so close i love my daddy my friend you se from now and in eternity!
I remember Buster outside the old post office.
He was selling newspapers but mostly just giving you a smile.
Ol Felix's tamales
Were the best ones round for miles.
And I got my first bluejeans at Bob Turner's Western Wear.
And I remember that homecoming queen, she never even knew I was there.
And Coach Childress always made me feel
Like I could someday be a man
He is a rock hewn out of granite
Always a helping hand
There wasn't a thing there that I wanted,
Not a thing that I could see,
But every thing I'd ever need in life,
Was right in front of me.
And the place I thought would bring a curse to my future hopes and dreams?
Has only been a blessing, to all my memories.
I can't go home again
I can't go back in time.
But as long as I can still remember,
I can go there in my mind
.
Walking down that dusty Coleman road I sure never thought I'd live to get this old.
Dreams in my head and a pocket full of nothing, 12 and thinking I was grown.
Never dreamed I'd miss the things that made me want to leave.
I blinked once, or maybe twice
Bluecats and Friday nights,
And then time slipped by so suddenly.
One thing is for certain,
I can't go back in time.
But as long as I can remember.
I can still go back there in my mind
.
And even if I wanted to.
I can never go back home.
Because everyone I've ever loved there is long since dead and gone.
There's just no one left to find.
Even tho my memory suffers slippage,
I can still go there in my mind.
.
And it was just the other day
I thought I heard my father call my name.
I'm afraid....
I'll forget how he sounded.
Like tracing shadows in a rain.
It's been so long but now I only hear him in my dreams.
And no matter where I've been,
And no matter where I go.
I can't go home again
It's too late to pay the toll.
Looking backward to my future
I'm running out of time
I close my eyes and dream
And go there in my mind
There wasn't a thing there that I wanted
Not a thing that I could see
But every thing I'd ever need in life
Was right in front of me
And the place I thought would bring a curse to my future hopes and dreams
Has only been a blessing, to all my memories
.
I can't go home again
I can't go back in time
But as long as I can still remember
I can go there in my mind.
On Mission in South Africa, I am missed in Virginia
Only the CHRIST family I belong to, can match with stamina
The love of my sister Maureen, and her hubby Mr. Mothilal
As I was surprised by the Jagans of Jo'burg for birthday 60
I miss the older members of my Bible Study and Prayer Group
Two great men have gone: Ronnie Simms and Buddy Ogden
Today Pastor Ray Kingrea said "your hands mixed in lives here,
and You will never know how much you are missed at TOLM."
TOLM: Tree of Life Ministries, how I love Mike Dodson
The founder, or co-founder with pastor Debbie Dodson
Now joined with Pastor Ray Kingrea, and his dear helpmate, Sandy
So, all these folks celebrate the Kingdom; life is best in heaven
Yes, I miss them all, while in South Africa (lots of crime & corruption)
But there are heroes and sheroes; if only we loved Jesus with abandon
And preached - with peaceful interaction, quietly - His Kingdom
Then Heaven will begin a bit already; as Elder Mrs. Mothilal has done
Our Divine Life Society in Durban, has a wonderful history
Now Jesus may complete the work through you & me? Mystery!
I'm riding and flying into dimensions beyond the 3rd,
Sweet melodies and harmonies of rhythmic words.
They speak melodiously and deeply to my soul.
I'm riding and flying; I'm losing control.
No seatbelt to buckle into or even think of,
But I'm safe and feeling free, flying like a dove.
Above all pain 'cause Trane, Bird, and Hawk are soulfully saxing,
Sweet, harmonious melodies got me chillaxing.
Free! I'm so free,
And my mind's eye can see.
And my heart can feel,
I'm riding and flying into a peaceful surreal.
Bubbles confabulated,
Aquamarine rosary beads,
Steel-blue beams.
Americana scarecrow,
Cherry-red combine.
Lost Highway,
A road to the car dealership,
Back on the interstate.
Campanile, Brookings.
Brick courthouse, marriage license.
Curvy fairytales,
Gluten-free supper,
Phillips Diner.
Sioux Falls railroads,
Sewage floating in the river,
All in view—
On the Cliff Avenue hill,
Of the obsolete penitentiary.
Converged coalescence—
South Dakota State women win March Madness,
A retired federal chief district lesbian judge,
Her hands clapping in the stands of the Premier Center.
Gary Coleman is in a coma after hitting his head in a fall.
He needs prayers by all.
Mister Coleman is a very cool guy.
We should pray that he doesn't die.
He did a very good job on Different Strokes.
He's hurt bad but we shouldn't give up hope.