My vote matters for the same reasons that I MATTER.
My presence is like life-giving WATER.
My vote is far more than POLITICAL.
Rather, it is the voice of PRINCIPLE.
My right to free speech is clear as the DAY.
It is my right to have my SAY.
My vote is bigger than any MAN.
The success or failure of my nation
Also lies in my HANDS. Yes, the issues
At stake are often hard to UNDERSTAND,
But whatever the challenges to be overcome,
I must believe that I CAN. I can never see
Ahead if my head is buried in the SAND.
I need not be a FAN of whom I cast my vote.
Yes, some things are clouded and have to be discerned.
My vote is not free to anyone; it has to be earned.
It's the principles that count. The candidates may
Not even be worthy of my shouts from the GRANDSTANDS.
So primarily, when I cast my vote, it's the principles that count.
The Market place is empty
No more traffic in the streets
All the builders tools are silent
No more time to harvest wheat
Busy housewives cease their labors
In the courtroom no debate
Work on earth has been suspended
As the King comes thro' the gate
The King is coming
The King is coming
I just heard the trumpet sounding
And now his face i see
The King is coming
The King is coming
Praise God He's coming for me
Happy face line the hallway
Those whose lives have been redeemed
Broken homes that He has mended
Those from prison He's set free
Little children and the aged
Hand in hand aglow
Those who were crippled broken ruined
Clad in garments white as snow
I can hear the chariots rumble
I can see the marching throng
And the flurry of God's trumpets
Spell the end of sin and wrong
Regal robes are now unfolding
Heaven's grandstands all in place
Heaven's choir is now assembled
Start to sing Amazing Grace..Copied from the internet
Songwriters: Gloria Gaither, William J. Gaither.
My son, my dear son, do not think it to be strange
when you find yourself going through a bad patch.
When things get hard, you must become harder still.
Look up to God, even when it seems He is not there,
or that He does not care. You owe it to yourself, to your destiny, to those who preceded you, to those who follow you,
to those you love, to those who love you. So, press in, press on,
dig deeper within yourself for the gold that's there. Do not drink
or drug your cares and your pains away, but think through them instead,
realizing that there are those 'in the grandstands' counting on you.
As have all mankind since Adam's fall,
I have experienced trying times,
and I have been in hard places,
but in all times and places,
I have seen God at work.
He has never failed,
nor has he forsaken.
God is good, and a most lovely being.
070822PS
With head high and lifted up,
Saturated with ambitions,
Impregnated with goals,
You reach for the stars
And long to go far.
With plans in hand,
You climb the grandstands,
Only to fine locked windows
And closed doors.
"Not to worry", said I;
"Never look back", said I;
"Don't quit, said I;
"Keep rising", said I.
You say to yourself,
"My fortunes are
Just over the horizons,
Where the rain meets
The rays of the sun
And rainbows are born".
Although no gold at its end
Will ever be found there,
The missing link of yourself
And The Lord Himself will be there
Waiting just for you.
When you find YOU;
When you find GOD,
You will understand all in life
That you are going through.
091121PS
So much of our Life is filled with fun and games.
Too many think that things will forever be the same.
Everyone continues with their own personal business,
While there are yet others struggling in hopelessness.
Some are blinded by fog, dark clouds, doom and gloom.
There is a mission for those who believe Christ is coming soon.
We must readily extend our gracious heart and loving hands,
And not just sit there watching them hurt from the grandstands.
There's no better time than now for us to spend caring and sharing,
And lifting up others with compassion, giving them hope, and caring.
021021PS
All knowing spiritual light muse of an inner owl
The grandfather of all the poetry’s best kinds of fowl,
Omnipotent in my soul, a vital and enormous part of me.
Shining my truth and my tragedies for other poets to see
Sharing my truth in a way that never grandstands.
Taking me gently by my heart string’s tiny little hands
Guiding me with his heavenly inner light
As my reposing flesh body sleeps throughout the night
All knowing inner owl, grandfather of my dreams
Muse during the day when I am dancing at the seams.
I love the way you light me up and shine my inner self.
So glad you chose me to be your current writing elf.
I feel blessed, honored in so many wonderful ways
By grandfather owl, who is aware and shares my days.
Bringing my truth to the forefront, making me ask why
As he brings my words and feelings into the public’s eye.
Three long years ago
I first entered these marbled walls
Now with glory and honor pride
Intervened in me we go down in history
On through the day we celebrate
All those electives
We forget our enemy's our foes rejoicing now in love
And ignore bitter's hate
As we walk across the stage
As I journey down the stairs
Tousle floating in my hair
Gladly eyes start to stare
As I walk down the corridors
I smile on through the day we celebrate
We forget our enemy's are foes rejoice in love
And ignore the bitter hate they may resonate
Little wonder how when I was young
I spied how I wanted to make that journey
Like my brothers and sister did
A long, long time ago
Oh, Lord yeah
I'm so happy Diploma in my hand
My people racing to the grandstands
Cheering, clapping ever so happy
While I stand on the podium with my hand out
Waiting for the grand slam while my people holler, shout
Handing me my diploma a sheet of paper
Rolled up paper they call it the tablet of learnt life
Dedicated to Omaha North High School Grads class of 1973,1974
07/15/74
Written by James Edward Lee
First half of the month cooler, then the second half warmer
Spring clocks turned forward, daylight lasting longer
Games of gold always told, losing harassed nine-fold
Allowed homers and walked batters that would be never
Scrimmage full of big time moments given, at the end guilt-ridden,
but rainy days getting more frequent leaving fields flooded.
Rainout, rain delay, games are stopped or canceled
deep into the night as fans sit in the grandstands
Agonizing for players and fans alike going home drenched
Despite the weather or the ups and downs of the sports
games will be played and fans will always spend watching their sporting events
4/19/2017
When I was young, I wanted to run away to the circus. Then one day I realized the circus was life! Are we not the clown, the strongman, the freak, the daredevil? Is there not personal sorrow and the desperate search for pleasure? The flying trapeze man and woman are in love, and every performance, they risk the breaking of their heart. When one almost falls to their death, the audience cries out, and then claps even louder! The freak show is hidden in the back, though its location is well known to local politicians. Then to play the games on the midway, with its crooked carnies, rigged set ups, and worldly women. The city is 'the big top', its chaotic gyrations and jaded excitements, all part of the show. The grandstands are filled with 'television head' people, buzzing with excitement. See the eye of the tiger, hear the trumpet of that greatest of beasts, cowl at the jungle kings exclamation! Later that night, a young boy lying in bed, wonders if it was just a dream. Then, far off in the distance, a whispering growl was heard!
P olitical panic and protests abound
O n every front, no peace can be found
L ists are long with our discontent
I nternal strife, a nation's torment
T otal chaos erupts every day
I s this the year of our shame and dismay?
C onstant upheaval, false promises abound
A s candidates spar, no peace can be found
L ack of compassion will bring us all down.
C andidates speak and cast verbal barbs
R egarding the issues, is truth near of far?
A political insanity reigns in the land
Z any bloviations, as Trump grandstands
I deologies gone, thrown by the wayside
N iceties vanish, replaced by vain pride
E very man for himself, the people forgotten
S ad commentary, makes one feel quite rotten
S uch is the political year we've begotten.
Written on 3/14/2016
a decuain
I walked the fairgrounds 1962,
a penny for my thoughts at age thirteen.
I loved to gather up loose coins with Hugh
the grandstands cleared out, we would start to “clean”
I walked the fairgrounds 2015,
just looking for cover, in case it rains.
Too old for bending, Hugh and I both lean
on walkers, and compare our aches and pains.
The sixties found my lack of funds, a bane;
but now it’s health concerns that cause my strain.
written 19 February 2016
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