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The Beginning of Man

As the morning breaks and day begins
The sun ascends to the sky
A whole new day is born again
Like the billions that have done gone by

The sea waves crash into the rocks
As they have done since time began
And soak the sand on beaches
And to the sea they’ll return again

Forest covered earth is home
To a million animals and plants
That live and feed off of each other
The circle of life is constant

The sky filled with every kind of bird
A breathtaking view it is.
As life goes about its own way
For millions of years like this.

Then God created a different type
Of animal that came to be
The ruler over all the earth
He would name every plant and tree.

God would call his creation man
He would live in paradise
Then create woman from mans rib 
They’d walk side by side.

Bound to God and Gods rules
And never to eat from the forbidden tree
But man being man being tempted
His desires would be set free

As they ate the forbidden fruit
Their minds began to see
Their innocence had disappeared
Their lives changed dramatically

Cast out from the Garden Of Eden
Man and woman had to make their own way
They were given a shot at paradise
But like man they threw it away.

Copyright © Ricky Sholar | Year Posted 2017



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Your Beauty

So beautiful, so admirable.
So appealing, so divine.
So angelic, so bewitching
So delightful, so sublime.

So alluring, so charming.
So fascinating, so fair
So exquisite, so enticing.
Beauty like your is so very rare

Your very smile excites me
It brightens up my day.
I love it when you hold me close
You thrill me in every way

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Pirates

They flew the skull and cross bones
Up high above the deck.
Pirates on the open sea
They had treasures to collect.
One man from the crows nest
Kept a vigil from on high.
Looking out for any ships
That happen to pass by.

Their crews were mostly misfits
Ones who’ve gone astray.
They would work the Pirate ships
Just to get away.
When a ship was spotted
A battle would soon commence.
In hopes to steal a treasure
And ammunition for their defense.

Men were usually Captains
But women it is said.
Females that Captained pirate ships
Were the baddest of the bad.
Whether it was the Royal Navy
Or the great Empire of Rome.
Female captains of pirate ships
Made themselves at home.

So whether male or female
Pirates were bad news.
And the captains of these pirate ships
Had to pay their dues.

Copyright © Ricky Sholar | Year Posted 2017

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Retiring Cowboy

Retiring Cowboy

He hung up his bridle by his bed on the wall.
His rig is preserved on a stand by the stall.
His old Appaloosa has been turned out to graze.
As he sits in his rocker and dreams of old days.

For years he worked hard herding cattle all day.
He worked hard to earn a poor cowboy’s pay.
There were days he would rise barely bearing the pain.
He would climb in the saddle and hang on to the mane.

Starting out riding drag then flank and then swing.
Then point man a position he wanted more than anything.
The job was hard but it beat the rest.
It didn’t take long till he was the best.

He worked hard to work his way up to trail boss.
He was tough but fair a man no man would cross.
And his horse came to be his very best friend.
They stuck together through thick and through thin.

Hot summer days and winters so cold.
Misery torment and torture untold.
But when it was finally all said and done.
He would never have traded with anyone.

Copyright © Ricky Sholar | Year Posted 2017

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The Old Cowboy

Just an old cowboy 
Riding all day 
Working the cattle 
Bailing the hay 
As the end of the trail 
Comes into view 
He ponders retirement 
And what he will do 

Will he take to the rocker 
Sit around all day long 
Whittlin on wood 
Sing an old song 
He pulls on the reigns 
As he gazes upon 
A beautiful sight 
As he keeps riding on 

A sunset so splendid 
You'll think it's a dream 
As you become 
A part of the scene 
As the cattle all graze 
The day comes to an end 
As he sits by the fire 
And takes it all in 

He makes out his bed 
And looks up to the sky 
And thanks God above 
He is one very blessed guy.

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The Outhouse

Back in the old days
Which wasn’t long ago.
We had to use the outhouse
When we had to go.

They came in many shapes and forms
And reeked of you know what.
The walk was rather tedious 
When you had to go at night.

Some would keep a bed pan
Underneath their bed.
So if it was just #one
They would use it instead.

Some still have to use them.
Which is sad indeed.
It’s much easier to go inside
When you have to poop or pee.

So we thank you Lord for indoor plumbing
And that beloved Porcelain bowl.
It really comes in handy
Even if our face is in the hole.

I know this is disgusting
But if you stop and think.
Some yahoo did a great great job
To get rid of that wretched stink.

Copyright © Ricky Sholar | Year Posted 2017

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Sleep Walking In Church

Growing up consisted of Sunday morning worship
I don’t mean no disrespect it made me a better grown up
It also led to funny tales that I’m about to share
Things that really happened. They’re all true I swear.

My little brother Jerry, the youngest of us three.
Every Sunday morning would lean on mom and go to sleep.
It never bothered mom and the Preacher didn’t care
So Jerry would catch 40 winks during music, worship and prayer

Well finally it happened. That day we’d waited for.
The day we knew was coming. The day Jerry took the floor
As we sang Just As I Am Jerry walked down the isle
He was walking in his sleep, It made the preacher smile

A friend just a few rows down pulled him into his pew
He could see by Jerry’s look and knew what he must do.
Everyone enjoyed a laugh and soon will not forget
That little red haired boy sleep walking to the pulpit

Copyright © Ricky Sholar | Year Posted 2017

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The Beauty of the Forest

I walked beside the chattering Brook
It's music filled the air
It led me to a waterfall
The beauty beyond compare

As I walk on beside the stream
The forest came alive
There were creatures everywhere
Of every shape and size

It was like a wonderland
A priceless work of art
A masterpiece by God himself
With a million beating hearts

There were scenes of wonderment
That would take your breath away
Miracles were everywhere
That brightened up the day

As the sun went slowly down
And the day came to an end
I had to leave this wondrous place
But I'll be back again

Copyright © Ricky Sholar | Year Posted 2017

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Nikola Tesla

Tesla what in the hell did they do to you.
They stole your ideas and then they left you,
Sitting with nothing they stole your dreams.
They took your gadgets and your machines.

Edison admitted he should not have let you go.
The biggest mistake that he would ever know.
At the 1893 Worlds Fair your talent shined.
When you lit up the world with your light design.

You and Westinghouse were quite a team.
Going to build a Power Plant till gold convened.
The richest man in America he took control.
In this venture J. P. Morgan played the title role.

You had almost 300 patents in your name.
Most of them would be unrecognized with no acclaim.
It would be a few more years before you are known.
For contributions that were your own.

So Mr Nikola Tesla here’s to you.
The fame you would receive you never knew.
I guess better late than never I hope Edison knows.
The spoils of the battle to the victor goes.

Copyright © Ricky Sholar | Year Posted 2017

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My Eulogy

By now I am gone 
My life it is done
There’s really no need to be sad

I can not complain
There was sunshine and there was rain
All in all my life wasn’t bad

I had a great wife
To share my life
She was beautiful, loving, and kind

Two daughters a son
Who made our life fun
Being a dad was mighty fine.

Then the Grand Kids arrived
I'm not deprived
Of the love that they had to share

They were quite fun
The things said and done
Nana and Pappy were walking on air

I loved to say hi
As people walked by
With a smile and a, how do you do?

Listen to nature
And all of God’s creatures
And watch the birds in the sky so blue.

There’s no need for tears
I had lot’s of good years
And I hope God shows mercy on me.

For the bad, I have done
He knows which ones
I didn’t live perfectly

So as we part ways
Would you kindly say
A couple of humorous jokes

And when it’s all done
Porky can tell everyone
Da-Da Da-Da Da-Da that's all folks

Copyright © Ricky Sholar | Year Posted 2017

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