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Ron Lanier Poem
I'll find some when they are old
And when I find them, they are mine.
Some say that I'm cruel and cold,
And should not treat those who are old
So very bitterly, and so unkind.
I find some here, I find some there,
And most don't even suspect me.
Some are so loving, and some are fair,
While some are gloomy, and in despair.
But, they all learn to respect me.
I don't know how to be humble,
But I can find someone who is.
They come to me with no rumble,
For a sleeper knows not to grumble,
And I've found quiet a few like this.
Some I’ve found when they are young,
Just babes in a mothers arms.
I've robbed cradles before they’re swung.
I get babies, and the very young,
With all their youthful charms.
I am death, and I will find you
At the very end of your life.
I've no respect for what you do,
Your worth, your age, or whether you
Are even ready to end your life.
It could be any time or place.
In darkness or broad daylight.
I'll look you squarely in your face
And cause your heart to stop its pace,
But, I’ll find you at the end of your life.
Copyright © Ron Lanier | Year Posted 2011
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Ron Lanier Poem
We had wringers on our washing machines,
And four dialed numbers made telephones ring.
Transistor radios with only AM,
Vineal records to play, and you could stack them.
And, Hope entertained during our wars.
We had Jack Benny, and Rochester too,
Uncle Miltie, and Captain Kangaroo,
Milk in glass bottles brought right to our door,
With red paper caps you took off to pour.
And Hope entertained our troops.
We had prayer in school, and devotions each day.
In the pledge to our flag, “under God” we’d say.
We respected leaders, and our teachers obeyed,
Went out at night without being afraid,
And Hope entertained at our wars.
Before CD’s and Ipods, we had stereo.
Drive Inn movies were the place then to go.
We drove our Fords, and Chevrolets,
And Desoto was popular back in those days.
We had Hope entertaining our troops.
TV’s had small screens in black and white.
The entire family watched the shows at night.
Life was very uncomplicated then,
Girls became ladies and boys became men.
And Hope entertained at our wars.
From our own back yards we saw sputnik fly.
We had hula hoops, and played “I Spy”,
“Kick the Can”, and “Hide and go Seek”.
Home made ice cream , back then, was a treat.
And Hope entertained at our wars.
Back then kids rode in the front seat of cars.
Our moms canned stuff in glass mason jars.
We rode bikes without the protection of helmets.
Never heard of acid in rain, or other elements,
And Hope entertained at our wars.
We were so lucky to have lived in those days
With Bob and his funny entertaining ways.
“Thanks For the Memories”, we’ll never forget,
We will always remember without regret
Bob Hope entertained at our wars.
R J L
SEPTEMBER. 2007
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Passing through the wrought iron gate
To the graveside of his beloved late,
His hat removed, he knelt down
On one knee beside her on the ground
Placing flowers on the grave of his mate.
Some how he felt she was not dead
But only rested there instead.
He called her name, and spoke to her
As if she heard, as if she were
Understanding whatever he said.
He said, “I miss you, Martha dear”.
While his hand wiped away a tear
He told her that he missed her much,
Talked about their kids and such
“Oh, I wish you could be here”.
“I don’t know what to say to you
With the war and all we’re going through.
Like all wars that have ever been,
The undertakers always win.
And the loss is more than a few.”
“I guess now you’re not so alone.
With James, Ann, and Jacob gone.
Things may not look so bad to me
If I only knew your thoughts you see.
How I wish you were here at home.”
Then, he heard a church bell chime
Reminding him of an earlier time
When Martha’s wishes on his ear fell
“Take our children, and raise them well”
As the ringing of the bell was her sign.
So he slowly arose to walk away
Then stopped, and turned to her to say
"You never give up. Do you, dear?"
Then grinned and wiped another tear.
He’d heard her speak from the grave.
“Saddle the horses, my carriage bring.
Can you not hear the church bells ring?
Did you think I’d forgotten it‘s Sunday?”
The family heard him shout and say.
And the church bells continued to sing.
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I'd love to spend a day with you
And make it last a lifetime.
We'd fin through waters deep and blue,
And walk bare-foot through morning dew.
I'd hold your hand, and say to you,
"I love you", in the morning.
And then the day would be half spent
The morn would turn to mid-day.
We'd thank Him for the time He lent,
And wonder where the morning went.
Into your eyes I'd look intent
And say, "My Dear, I love you".
When evening sun shall hide it's face
And lengthy shadows fall,
Together we would take our place
In peaceful quiet, face to face,
And feel each others warm embrace,
I'd whispering say, "I love you."
Ron Lanier © Apr. 1984
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When you see a face that’s happy,
Is what you actually see
A beaming presentation of
The person you know as me?
Many masks can be deceiving
And not as though they’re cast
Sometimes the truth is covered
With a pleasant looking mask.
If you looked behind the façade,
Beyond that cheerful mask
And see the real face living there
Some questions you might ask.
For all have hidden realities,
Tucked safely behind our mask,
And keeping them all hidden
Becomes our never ending task.
Some masks hide a broken heart,
Some will hide uncouth.
Others will hide a broken dream,
But all will hide the truth.
So when you see that happy face
Is it truly the way it seems?
Or is it a mask that covers up
A sad heart and broken dreams?
Author notes
It seems everyone has a mask. A face that is worn to hide their real feelings and emotions.
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Ron Lanier Poem
“I Am”, said God to Moses
You tell the Israelites:
“I AM has sent me to you”.
I Am the truth and light.
I am the very air you breath
I am your best friend
I am with you alway
I am, and will not end.
I am the gentle breeze you feel
On a beautiful summer morn
I am the mighty wind that blows
And the quiet after the storm.
I am the snow that gently falls
And rises to your knees.
I am the light that glistens
Through naked winter trees.
I am the son that rises
I am the light that shines.
I am the one you call on
When things go wrong at times.
I am the God who knew you
Before you were even born.
I am the God of Abraham
I am with you when you mourn.
I am the stranger that you see
Who lends you a helping hand.
I am peace and love and truth
In a dark and weary land.
I am the living water
That makes you thirst no more
I am the bread of life
I am standing at your door.
I am omnipresent
Yet...I am in your heart
I am with you alway,
And never will depart.
I am your shield and comfort
When you're weary and dismayed.
I am peace within your heart
In the silence as you prayed.
I am God Almighty
I am El Shaddai
I am your Holy Father
The Holy Lord Most High
I am Him who is able
To keep you from your fall
I am He who provides for you
I am Lord of all.
I am God of the Universe
And the vastness that appears.
I am God Jehovah
The still small voice you hear.
I am now in you presence,
I am also in your past,
I am there in your future,
I am first and last.
By: Ron Lanier
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HEARTS
Somewhere back in time it started,
The beating of two lonely hearted,
Synchronized by times now charted,
And there they stood together.
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On a grassy, sunlit hill
Those two hearts made their appeal
For one another's love so real,
While not a sound was uttered.
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One heart looked in the others eyes
And saw love there to no surprise.
Then at once, both realized
Their love for one another.
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Innocent, and not really knowing,
Those two hearts their love bestowing
Their love to one another showing
As the world and time went by.
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It isn’t really fair they say,
For hearts to be in love this way,
Keeping their secrets locked away,
But there they stood together.
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For what did those two sad hearts seek
When together they did meet?
Was it for love to be complete,
Which they could find in no other?
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Was it truly in the stars
That those two hearts with all their scars
Would find love where morality bars
Their loving one another?
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Now this grassy sunlit hill
Where two hearts made their appeal,
Is standing desolate, parched, and still
And not a sound is uttered.
Ron Lanier
2/21/1985
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It’s cotton for snow in a village I know
with each house in its place on a shelf.
And an angel is there, high in the air
In the top of our tree, by its self.
It’s a manger scene of ceramic and sheen,
And the Christ child watched over by Snoopy.
Though his character don’t fit, doesn’t matter a bit,
The child wanted him there; not Goofy.
It’s carolers singing, and tiny bells ringing,
And the Salvation Army kettle.
It’s cooking and baking, and young hearts waiting
For Santa Clause after they settle.
It’s candles that light our windows at night
And a wreath hanging on our front door.
A child’s surprise, and the glow in his eyes
Among paper and bows on the floor.
It’s church bells that ring to remind of a scene
When into the world there came
A child who was King, who came to redeem
Those who were lost and lame.
The excitement is there, and sounds fill the air
And I celebrate for a reason.
Remembering Christ came to accept all my blame
Is why I celebrate the season.
Ron Lanier
Christmas, 2006
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Once I thought I awoke in a vault
After spending the night in a dream.
Dark and discrete, but never complete
And having no reason or theme.
Bound to remain outside the domain
Of twisted truth and disguise.
My mind so drear, and full of fear
I was scared to open my eyes.
Oh, my soul, the nightmarish ghoul
The pain and anguish I feel.
Oh to awake and know in my soul
It was only a dream and not real.
It reigns so dark and doesn't impart.
From the start, no sense it made.
So mysterious, and at times delirious
As sprinkles of happiness fade.
The sprinkles I fear to nothing adhere,
But falling between the cracks.
A thunderous roar is now at the door,
As a train rumbling down the tracks.
Now at the crossing, tumbling and tossing
And thinking I may have slept.
Hearing the mumble of the sounding rumble
In a puddle of tears I've wept.
Onyx fur, I now see in a blur,
As out of the mist she came.
A message from her in an aging slur,
As sands of time quickly drain.
A familiar face hovers from space,
Old, with thin matted eyes.
Mournful the moan, and totally alone,
With tracks from tears she cries.
No longer a form in reality's norm,
But diverse her forms in a dream.
She comes to remind in the passing of time,
The troubles that life will bring.
The moon on the rise fills the night skies,
And the stars on the canopy glows.
Is life really real, or a dream we repeal
When we lay ourselves down in repose?
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Her charm and beauty all I saw,
In darkness took my flight.
Knowing not of my demise,
Or knowing wrong from right.
I fell completely in love with her
She wielded me with Charm.
She lured me in with beauty,
And blinded me from harm.
I was so in love with her
And in her folly played.
Not mindful of my Father’s wish
And His word I disobeyed.
So subtly to me she came
And in her face I saw,
Only good that she could bring
And nothing else at all.
I thought she would stand by me
And then one day I found
She had no love for me at all
And I fell upon the ground.
I turned my eyes to heaven
To Him I began to pray.
And asked HIM to deliver me
To take her from my way.
He filled me with His precious love
And made my eyes to see
She was only like her name
And from her I should flee.
Her beauty yet entices me
And Sin is still her name.
Her will no longer captures me
Since Jesus to me came.
Copyright © Ron Lanier | Year Posted 2010
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