I’ll be just about ready when it’s just about time
To do whatever needs to be done.
With my Winchester loaded and my bay freshly shod,
I’m riding off to seek the setting sun.
Since it’s just about money and it’s just about greed,
Let’s finish tabulating the cost.
Got my saddlebags loaded with the things I hold dear,
Except for those I’ve already lost.
You can have whatever’s reasonable. Just let me keep what’s mine.
A trail can only go so far, and this is the end of the line.
Since it’s just about over, I can just about laugh
To think your word could ever be true.
When you just about get it, I’ll be just about gone,
And then you’ll find the joke is on you.
In the silence of morning
where the child’s still snoozing
and the Christmas pine’s dark
and I don’t yet have coffee to lift
In the buzz of refrigerator and heater
mostly my eyes scan the quiet room
the room that comes alive as the child
notices something he hasn’t before
taking his eyes off the tablet device
The painting he sees on the wall —
he notices that in the corner is a photo
and becomes curious - is that you, Grandma?
and i tell him how the artist is between
Grandpa and me. Oh how cool it is to see
a child come alive with curiosity and wonder
Earlier he opened the door to Christmas
first time since I’d put up the decorations.
some things old and new — his hands
touching the ornaments he could reach.
the stars in his eyes better than dawn.
12/7/2019
He roars from the distance, instilling in everyone, terror and fear
Approaching stealthily, though unseen, somehow you sense he's near.
Then, in an incomprehensible instant of time, before you can react
The lion lunges at you, the unwary prey, in an outrageous attack.
The roar is intentional, skillfully utilized, to inspire fear, to paralyze
Shaking, quaking, fearing imminent death, the hopeless ones realize
The time has come, ready or not, for their premature earthly demise
Perhaps unaware, that God has prepared for all, an earthly paradise.
The lion is a beast, an enraged animal, with an insatiable appetite
Targeting humanity, especially the innocent, inexperienced in the fight
Hatred and extremism, promulgated by evil men, wicked schemes roar
Propaganda machine running full steam operators tabulating the score.
Wicked people brutalizing others, committing atrocities are inhumane
Deceived human agents of a malevolent unseen lion who's gone insane
This diabolical lion, is on the prowl, ever watchful, seeking to devour prey
Righteous humans will survive unharmed, if they humbly seek God and pray.
John Derek Hamilton November 18, 2015
killing for love? we should out grow it
unless it's for deceivers and you know it
those less fortunate charity recievers
those pretty eye's and nails
masscara that never fails
those that are witty for a reason
allways dressed up for the season
when you speak their eye's are wide open
tabulating the latest slogan
until something better comes along
then swoops the shadow of lonliness
what happened to that pressence
what happened to that smile
why so suddenly anothers child
a shared togetherness for a short while
feeling so used like a rung on a ladder
the dirt from your shoes on my face
my pursuit of you a public disgrace
and when i finally see, like the prodicals son
my first thought about a gun
who? what for the reader may ask
the world cannot keep the both of us
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