Long Barnes Poems

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Premium Member Let Us Together As One Adults On One Accord Train Up a Child In the Way They Should Go-

We adults must come through, united;
We the watchers of others children, must step up to the challenge;
For all we do;
we must do, choose
Everyone is every one
Your child we share
We need to care
Tho! I didn't co-create them
We owe them the chance 
To make the right choices

Train up a child
In the way that he or she should go
Matters not if their not yours, their yours
We need to decide whom they should serve
man or God

We adults must come through, united;
We the watchers of others children, must step up to the challenge;
For all we do;
we must do, choose
Everyone is every one
Your child we share
We need to care
Children need to stop and realize adult are older 
And we've been there
Your trying to get where we are now and beyond
As adults let us be strong while in-front and behind you let's do right and not wrong

Train up a child
In the way that he or she should go
Matters not if their not yours, their yours
We need to decide whom they should serve
man or God

As an adult 
I will not
purposely harm you
As a man
I am humbly bound to you
Children, obey your parents in the Lord,
For this is right.
Honor your father and mother 
Which is the first commandment
With a promise,
So that it may be well with you, and that you may live long on the earth

5/22/19

Ephesians 6: 1-3
written by James Edward Lee Sr.

                       FIRST DEDICATION TO POETESS ~EVE ROPER~
                          SECOND DEDICATION TO MY CHILDREN
                                   A dedication to students..
~Steven David*Taevyn Watson*Breckinridge Parra* 
Jaden Stabler*Tiaharraylnn Cole*Christian Wood*Jaden Sorensen*Colton Turek*Andrew Moffit*Joe Williams*Ronnie Cross*Amber Barnes*Phoebe Klimek*Luis Novelo


Cellino and Barnes

Did you ever wake up with
A tune in your head
That, despite your best efforts,
You just cannot shed?

Well, it’s happened to me
And I really can’t take it
For, try as I might,
I just can’t seem to shake it.

The worst of it is,
It’s a jingle, you see,
And it’s from a commercial
I’ve seen on TV.

Two lawyers on screen
Vow to get you big bucks
If you’re injured by taxis
Or autos or trucks.

Their ditty is catchy – 
No need for debates – 
And their phone number’s 800
Followed by 8’s.

They seem like nice guys
So I hate to complain
But I wish that their song
Would bail out of my brain!

(You can Google "Cellino and Barnes" to hear
 the tune, but be warned - it won't leave you!)
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member We Are God's Children-The New Vision

Yes, we are the future,
We’re of a new age;
Yes, we are the new troopers;
New soldiers on the new page

We are God’s children
We are His vision
We are our parent’s new dreams
Let us awaken and be seen

We are God’s children
And we have a right to be heard
Yes, we should be obedient
But also we shall not be ignored

5/22/19
                                     A dedication to students..
           ~Steven David*Taevyn Watson*Breckinridge Parra* 
Jaden Stabler*
            Tiaharraylnn Cole*Christian Wood*Jaden Sorensen*
 Colton Turek*
   Andrew Moffit*Joe Williams*Ronnie Cross*Amber Barnes*
Phoebe Klimek*
                                                  Luis Novelo*


                              Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member My Major Award

I awoke this morning to a delightful surprise!

My librarian called to say that I'd won First Prize,

For a poem I entered in her poetry contest for 2015.

I'm striving to remain humble but I thought it so keen.

'Twas for the poem, "Drivin' Along A Country Road",

And I'm very grateful for the honor she bestowed.

A gift card from Barnes and Noble was my 'major award',

Worth fifty bucks that I gave to my grand kids as a reward.

To select good books to read was one of my subtle aims,

To exercise their brains in lieu of their thumbs playing video games!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2015 All Rights Reserved
Form: Rhyme

The Barnes

Albert Barnes, who grew up poor,
Became extremely rich
And had the means to buy some art,
Which satisfied an itch.

He bought Cezannes, Renoirs, Monets,
Picassos and Matisse
And mounted all upon his walls
As numbers did increase.

He wrote a will with lots of terms
About his precious art;
The public could come twice a week
And that was just the start.

His paintings weren’t to be moved
Or loaned to anyone,
But since his death, financial woes
Meant trouble had begun.

A legal battle did ensue;
The artwork all was moved.
In spirit, Barnes was honored;
A new building was approved.

And thus I got to see this art
His trustees seemed to save – 
A treasure trove unparalleled – 
While Barnes rolls in his grave!

(Barnes Foundation Museum in Philadelphia)
art
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Long Jim's Lament

'Tis disquieting thought that forever will be
a secret injustice to be buried with me.
This tale of a great golfer you never heard of,
his sad spirit speaks of his "lost win" from above.
Long Jim Barnes did win the very first PGA Championship,
for years, the PGA refused to recognize it.

Golf's ruling bodies hold integrity in high praise
this championship error will set fair minds ablaze!
In 1916, there were two inaugural tournaments;
strangely enough, Long Jim Barnes won both these events.
One question is why the first one was rejected -
the record of "majors" forever effected.
Am I really the last one to whom this truth is known,
that Barnes' hidden win will never rightly be shown?

I've chased windmills without reservation
old quotes and newsclips as documentation.
Chained by pettifoggers, I've been flailing
to reach the true hearts of golf powers prevailing.
Convincing them that Barnes' first win wasn't bogus,
showing evidence that the trophy needed more focus.
Barnes shot 276 total to set a low scoring mark
at the venue of play, Van Cortlandt Park.

His records aren't accepted in halls of fame,
like a gentleman, he never placed any blame.
Attested by Hagen, Mackie, Maiden and more -
reports Grantland Rice in print with others galore!
If only the PGA could make this factual remark -
that its accurate birthplace was Van Cortlandt Park.
© Greg Gaul  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Couplet

I Wake Each Morn

Coloring hues - beauteous Blues
Midnight hours - evening powers
It dawned upon me! PARDON ME SO
I woke to those radiant skies
And I wondered - what shall I do
Amazed by the colors in my imagery
I painted those pictures in the sky
Each stroke I took - I then implied
I may be hypnotized - I ponder
I see a cloud way out yonder
Those coloring hues - I still see the blues
Yes indeed - I cultivate the weed
True colors indeed - I might say
The blues overcame me in a sort of way
The midnight hour , I looked at the stars
I wished upon thee - predominant me
"Now I lay me down to sleep" I say
I am me - I have powers in my mind
The past coming up just what will I find
The calamity marked my soul I see
I believe the blues still overcame me
I wake to another day - I challenge
A new born day - I start - I seek revenge
those radiant colors in my mind - apparently
trust I see - the blues - true calamity
And the sunrise makes my day - true grit
The images, I am in awe ! believing it
This makes my day , I wake once more
I therefore have the ability to pursue
A beautiful day with the sun I knew
The each day it doth then break , 
I see the planted seed
And breathless I can imagine the beauty , yes indeed


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© Stacey Law  Create an image from this poem.

They Don't Deserve It Pt 1

They Don't Deserve It Pt. 1 By Louis Barnes
(Theme: Domestic Violence
What's up world? There is something we need to discuss. It doesn't just affect me; it affects all of us. Why do so many women have to be abused by their significant other? Why do so many women die due to the hands of their lover? Tell me why you belittle her, threaten her and put her down? Come home drunk, bad day at work and knock her to the ground. So, you the "man,' because you ball your fist up and black her eye? What, you get a kick out of seeing her scared, shaking as you make her cry? If she talks back to you, you punch her in her mouth, bust, and swell her lip. I guess beating your woman makes you cool. I'm telling you, it ain't hip. If y`all don't know by now, I'm talking about domestic violence, See, it's serious. Time to talk about it and stop moving in silence. Shouldn't no woman have a partner that makes her fear for her life. Why would you put a gun to her head, or come at her with a knife? Approximately 51,100 women die due to their man One woman is killed every ten minutes, time to take a stand. I'm writing this. because it's time to spread the word, On this subiect, I'm trying to reach someone and be heard, Now to you so called big men, but cowards is what I call you. You quick to hit a woman. When a man steps to you, what do you do? Drop your head, turn, walk away, and tuck your tail. Guys like you are sickening. ou deserve to burn in hell. Tell me what you get out of causing pain with all that abuse. See hitting your woman, you don't win. In the end, you actually lose. You think it's cool having your woman live in fear. You're supposed to be her protector, but she feels fear when you come near. Ladies, when he hits you, it's not your fault. You're not to blame. You don't need a man to disrespect you or call you out of your name. You're more than someone to beat on. You're not his punching bag. Y`all are special and precious. Not to be treated like an old dirty rag.
Form: Rhyme

And I Mourn

what happened to this world, how did we fall so short
seems like intergity and righteousness is distorted 
the unborn are no different from the rest they're 
still being murdered and aborted. what they laugh at
is the same thing inside I'm mourning for, Jesus wept and 
was crucified for so I mourn...because it seems like
its a never ending cycle we use to say "we shall 
overcome" 
but that way of thinking was recycled so I mourn...for the
physical abuse victims r.i.p Phylicia Barnes and bring the 
ones 
responsible to repentance I mourn...for the victims of 
addiction 
crack babies and base heads Lord God heal their 
affliction 
I mour...for my own limitations I can't make it without 
you Lord,
that's without hesitation. I mourn...because I'm aware of 
the truth
and my earnest prayer is threw Christ that I speak life 
into you
I mourn...because I can't save them but I'm a let my light 
shine in 
pitch black darkness or when the lights are dim, I 
mourn...because 
we're in need of our Saviour let the word of God hit you 
like
a hundred thousand volts from the tazer, I 
mourn...BECAUSE LIKE HIM I
DON'T WANNA SEE YOU GO TO HELL, MAKE WAR 
AGAINST SIN NOW 
ALL MY BRETHEN LETS REBEL!!!
© Corey Ross  Create an image from this poem.
Form: ABC

Premium Member My Children Have Beautiful Eyes- -

I have a child;
I have some children;
And though I didn't 
Didn't co create them;
Always be there when they cry;
My children have beautiful eyes;

I choose to honor;
You to should honor;
No, not the negative behavior;
Just continually LOVE them;
Always be there when they ASK WHY;
My children have beautiful eyes;

My child,
My children
they have beautiful eyes;

My child
My children
Come from our Father God

He loans them to us;
So adults all around let's get it right;
Embrace and hold them
As adults let us all raise them

teach them to love
look into, look into their eyes
teach them not to hate

when it's all said and done
and we are gone
Do you want to answer to God
And say you've done your best
When your best not good enough
Allow yourself to trust in Christ
Always be there when they cry;
My children have beautiful eyes;

teach them to love
look into, look into their eyes
teach them not to hate
look past their eyes
Which are the gateway to their souls;
Love them
Believe them
Be more than a friend to them
Hold them, mold them
Tell them you love them
Forgive always... for every little wrong they did

when it's all said and done
and we are gone
Do you want to answer to God
And say you've done your best
When your best not good enough
Allow yourself to trust in Christ

Always be there when they cry;
My children have beautiful eyes;

5/22/19
                                  A dedication to students..
         ~Steven David*Taevyn Watson*Breckinridge Parra* 
                                         Jaden Stabler*
           Tiaharraylnn Cole*Christian Wood*Jaden Sorensen*
                                          Colton Turek*
    Andrew Moffit*Joe Williams*Ronnie Cross*Amber Barnes*
                                        Phoebe Klimek*
                                            Luis Novelo*~
Form: Lyric

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