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Hawaiian Sunset

I'm standing beside an old wind bent palm tree
with coconuts laying all around me
looking out over the gentle blue green sea
feeling the warm trade winds upon my face
white billowing clouds seem to be suspended
by silver threads in the evening sky
as the blood red orange sun seems to set into the sea
and the sky is painted by firelight
I know in this moment of time
the universe was created perfectly as it should be 
and if you find me here alone
know that I am not lonely

Dennis Davis

this poem is dedicated to a very special lady 
Cheryl Lewis who inspired me to write this poem

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Presidents Day

I was eating breakfast yesterday with my 12 year old granddaughter and I asked her “What day is tomorrow?”  Without skipping a beat she said, “Its Presidents Day!” She is so smart, so I asked her “What does Presidents Day mean?” I was waiting for something about Obama, Bush or even Clinton. She replied “Presidents Day is when the President steps out of the White House and if he sees his shadow we have another year of bull shit.” You know it hurts like hell when hot coffee spurts out of your nose.

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My Dog and Me

Lord help me to be
                                    the person my dog
                                    thinks I am

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Sunday Morning

Sunday morning shadows floating cross the room
golden morning sunbeams dancing on the wall
Sunday morning touching lightly slowly touching
laying in my tangled Sunday morning bed

as my hands slowly ever so lightly
touch your smooth warm flesh
touching with all my tenderness
from head to toe they search to find
the hidden corners of your mind
in my tangled Sunday morning bed

touching places that have
never been touched like this before
in the early morning shadows
softly laying touching in my
tangled Sunday morning bed

Dennis Davis
Sept. 2004

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Judgement Day

when judgement day comes
where will you stand how will you answer
when the questions are asked
by the seven heavenly angels sitting in judgement

what did you do to make the world a better place
did you love or hate your life and others
were you a good parent and a good person
were you a heartless felon 
did you commit a crime or crimes
did you do illegal drugs or drink alcohol to excess raising your middle finger
to the life God gave to you
did you bring harm to others 
did you accept Jesus as your personal savior

how will you answer these questions and more
will your answers open the gate to heaven 
or will the judgement be to send you to hell

will the light of heaven show you the way to your salvation for eternity
or will the fires of hell light your way for eternity 
Do you have any idea about your destiny? 
Dennis Davis August 26, 2019

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You Don'T Know Me

You Don’t Know Me

you have no idea who I am 
or what I’m all about 
or what my life has been
or all the heartaches I’ve been through 

please don’t ask
so I don’t have to lie to you
you don’t know me
I’ve always kept my life to myself 
never intended to share 
I never believed anyone would ever care

do you really care for what I might share
or is it only questions you ask of me 
would you fill my life with pain and  sorrow
or would you love me past tomorrow

tonight is all we have will you stay to share 
the morning light  as it brightens up the day

I would give to you all that I have
and be faithful to all your needs 
if only I believed you might love me

when I feel I can trust you
I will open up my heart 
and be your knight in shining armor
protecting you from all harm
 take hold of my arm
together we will walk through the valley of dating darkness
and we will face the sunshine together on the other side
Dennis Davis
April 2017

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To Hate Or Not To Hate

To hate or not to hate 
Do not hate anyone if you do they control you and your emotions love thy neighbor as thyself. Jesus never hated anyone even when he was on the cross he knew that his power of love was greater than their hate. Jesus said from the cross, “God forgive them for they no not what they do.”
Dennis Davis

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The Measure of a Man

the measure of a man
a lot can be read into 
the position of his hand
is he a friend or foe
or perhaps a needful soul
a hand held extended with the palm up
or a hand held extended in the position
of a hand shake
it is for you to be aware and to decide
which of these two positions of the hand
is the greatest measure of a man
but also be aware of your choice
it will say a lot about
what comes back to you

the position of the hand will determine 
if he will give or a take
or if he is willing to work for what he will make
or perhaps it will determine if your heart he will break

be aware of what you see
and what you understand
in the position of the hand
just what you are willing to except into your life
will protect you from a lot of heart break
and human strife.

Dennis Davis
4/8/11

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I Was There the Day Jesus Died

I was there the day Jesus was crucified upon the cross
I saw his blood fall covering the ground all around his feet
I heard him cry out in agony and pain
as nails were hammered through his hands and feet 
upon his head he wore a crown of thorns  
causing his blood to fall down upon his face

alongside of Jesus 
were two unlucky men who were chosen to die with him
that awful day

I saw his mother Mary standing there crying and wailing 
wondering why her beloved son had to die
I was there in the crowd the day Jesus passed by
carrying that heavy wooden cross barring him down 
as the Roman solders beat him with their leather whips

all the people turned against him
why I’ll never know
just a few days ago all the people seemed to love him so

I stood there in fear that I might be arrested
if I showed my love and support for him 
I saw him look upon the crowd gathered there that fateful day
his eyes were piercing through all of us as I heard him say
God forgive them for they no not what they do

when the moment Jesus died 
and a Roman solders spear pierced his side
the bright blue sky turned to gray and black
and day turned into night
 an ominous hurricane cold wind blew across the barren land
the earth opened up and shook beneath our feet 
we all fell down to the ground at this sight
as though the earth was angry on the day that Jesus died
I could see and feel the fear
in the Roman solders eyes that was a big surprise
and all the people standing there

I was there on the day that Jesus died so many years ago
and I cried out it wasn’t fair to crucify a man
who only wanted to teach
to being about peace and harmony 
so many more people he wanted to reach
to learn to love one another as we would our own brother


then it happened a few days past
the miracle of all miracles took place
and it forever shook the human race
the huge stone covering the entrance to his tomb 
was broken and thrown aside like a small stone
and two angelic angles were standing there
I saw all that with my own eyes
Jesus had risen from his tomb of death
his tomb was empty only a white burial cloth remained
he walked upon the earth again for 40 days
 until he ascended to heaven above

  Jesus died for all our sins to bare
Jesus changed the world forever and made it a better place

Jesus did not die for naught on that terrible day
he lives again in all of us
humanity believes that Jesus Christ is the chosen son of God

written by Dennis Davis five days before Easter in April 2017

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The Color of My Tears

Tell me the color of my tears
tell me if you will what is the color of my tears
are they the color white or red
I can’t bare to look and see
There must be something wrong with me
I’ve never done this crying thing before
my wife was the center of my life
she took away everything I had
my love my two children my life
and she won’t give them back to me
so I took the spade
and dug the hole where she’s now laid
in the darkest corner of my mind where the wind blows cold
and it always rains the sun will never shine
in the darkest corner of my mind
I feel the tears falling from my eyes like an April rain
does my crying bring me shame I cannot bare the pain
tell me please what is the color of my tears
I’ve never done this drying thing before
Dennis Davis 10/28/17