THE BOY WITH SAD EYES
The boy with sad eyes,
Did not realize,
That every kid in town,
Could see his little frown.
The boy with no smile,
Seemed to take awhile,
To answer to his name,
But answered just the same.
Deepset little smudges,
Held no inner grudges,
Just an emptiness,
Nothing more, nothing less.
The boy with three diseases,
Found a friend in Jesus,
Before he died his eyes,
Seemed so very wise.
THE ONE WHO KNOWS ME SO WELL
Some people think they know me so well, you see,
They see me on the outside, but never on the inside.
But I know Someone who knows me inside who
doesn't care what I look like outside,
That's the Lord for you...He's so complete.
Sometimes I try to be perfect...HA HA.
But I know it will never be till I reach that beautiful
place in the sky someday...You'll see...
THE GIRL IN LONG STOCKINGS
The girl in long stockings,
Had thick ones, with flockings,
In patterns of diamonds,
Ivy, and garlands,
Ivory, or claret,
Like her favorite beret,
Or aquamarene,
Since she liked to be seen,
In long stockings.
"I'd rather wear them on my legs,"
Said she, "than leave them home on pegs.
Not short, but clear up past my knees,
To keep them warm in any breeze,
And not so clear,
When they are sheer,
But amber, smoke, or even gray,
Since that's the color for today!
'Cause like my friends,
It all depends,
On the color of my stockings."
AN EVERLASTING FRIEND
If one day you feel alone, and there's no one to turn to,
When the road gets a little bumpy,
And you can't find your way,
Just remember Jesus knows a better way,
He can be your friend,
But keep in touch day after day
He will show you the way,
For He is meek and lowly at heart,
From Him you will never part
And have a friend forever,
You will soon see that your life has
Changed in a very special way,
And you will soon find that He will
Meet your every need,
Just remember you can't go wrong with Jesus.
MY REBATE
I bought a phone the other day,
Plus a rebate they gave away,
My own money returned to me,
They only keep the interest, you see.
Four months' wait is lots of time,
To heal cuts from cutting dotted lines,
To get all your Proofs of Purchase,
Because the ones you lose are worthless.
Not to mention the mailman's,
Extra bags from overstuffed mailcans,
Bulging with my rebate slips,
For greed maybe he hates trips.
Oh God in Heaven redeem my soul,
No rebates -- Jesus, take control,
Your angels never get so tired,
As the mailman, who expired.
IT JUST TAKES TIME
There's times when I just want to give up.
But there's no one like you Babe.
There's no one like you.
I know we can make it work
It just takes time.
Oh Babe we've been together for so
long now, we can't see it end.
I can't go on without you.
Babe there's plenty of time, we can make
it through...you'll see.
Oh Babe we can't give up, there's just
too much, we have to see it through.
Babe we can work it out...
Oh Babe we can work it out...
I love you...It just takes time.
THE BOOK
There's a special Book we all know, sometimes
we first set it aside and it gets dusty.
Why don't we all get out that Book and start reading it.
This Book never destroys you, it heals you. It's you.
You destroy yourself.
It teaches you of a new life to live and you can have
a happy life.
Sometimes we fail in temptations. Well don't worry
about a thing 'cause there's Jesus to forgive you.
Thank God for Jesus...But watch out for Satan...
Watch out.
WHY IS SORROW BETTER THAN LAUGHTER?
Why is sorrow, better than laughter?
By God's measure, how does it matter?
Is laughter so low, scarcely refined?
Lower than sorrow, with nothing divine?
Yet laughter in children tickles the skies,
While sorrow, the 'morrow, blackens the eyes.
Sorrow, says God, makes the heart better.
But is laughter's crying-edge, whetter?
Sharpened and trued, tempered with blue,
Laughter by sorrow is colored, too.
Yet softening the countenance,
Exalting by a humble glance.
Laughter's higher than I guessed!
But Oh!, my soul, my sorrowing breast.
Ecclesiastes 7:3 Sorrow is better than laughter:
for by the sadness of the countenance the heart is made better.
BIBLE-CHESS
The game of Bible-Chess,
Is strictured, factored, terse,
A shameless bribe, no less,
With Scripture, chapter, verse.
Long past, checkered pages,
Portray a sinful field,
Throngs vast, sectored ages,
At bay, all win or yield.
Chords now held, weighed, compared,
Chess major piece or minor,
Words how veiled, stayed, some shared,
His Image, or this high-lore?
MY MAN, MY KITTY & ME
Right now we' re playing house, you see,
My man, my kitty and me,
I love that man and my kitty we go together us three,
Like a ring on the finger,
As a matter of fact the left finger,
I don't have to tell you which one that is,
'Cause it's plain to see, we go together us three,
When we get married
We'll be one beautiful family.
My man, my kitty and me.
We'll make one beautiful family...meow...meow.
CREDITS.
By Jacquelyn;
The Words of Living.
I Love the Lord Who's So Complete.
A Special Man.
Escape.
I'm Stuck On You Like Glue.
The One Who Knows Me So Well.
An Everlasting Friend.
It Just Takes Time.
The Book.
My Man, My Kitty, and Me.
By Roland;
The Poem.
The Planet Primer.
Bubble.
Snow and Leaves.
Satan's Taunt.
One Tear.
Eternity.
The Girl of Light.
The Little Daisy Girl.
The Song of Carol.
Whispering August.
The King James Red Letter Edition Holy Bible.
The Boy With Sad Eyes.
The Girl in Long Stockings.
The Psalm of Jacquelyn.
My Rebate.
Why Is Sorrow Better Than Laughter?
Bible-Chess.
It has been more than a decade since "The Little Daisy Girl and other poems" was written. A few comments seem worth noting.
Satan's Taunt is a riddle to be solved, and it is also an allegory about how Satan twists the true meaning of things, seeking to deceive us into looking at false or potentially confusing or misleading surface values. Since the poem was written, the darker side of personal and mainframe computers has given the poem a more sinister meaning. Can you guess the answer to the riddle, and see how the false values given in the poem could be seen superficially? If you're not sure, ask a friend, or take a good long look at the illustration with the weed in the middle and the numbers in two columns on both sides. Satan is a weed, vainglorious and vile, with poison for blood.
The BIO-LOVE illustration for The Boy with Sad Eyes is a combination of two universally known and recognized images; the 'smiley' face and the 'BIO-HAZARD' symbol
My Man, My Kitty, and Me
In the wedding photo of Roland and Jacquelyn holding the cat, the kitty's name was Sweets, and his fur was peach-colored, and yes, we and our church firmly believe that Sweets is in heaven.
The Demons Burning Hiking Chant.
This was dreamed up one day as a nice little hiking jig, suitable for children or adults. The words are recited in time to walking. The words in parentheses are alternate lines, or duplicate lines if more than one person is doing this and you want some variety. It's a great spiritual morale-builder, and a surprising amount of fun. In place of the last word, there may be others not listed that you can substitute instead, such as 'die', 'flee', and so on. Be prepared to see more youthful enthusiasts wear out the older ones, as there's no set time limit on how long you keep at it. Happy hiking!
The demons are going to burn,
The demons are going to burn,
The demons are going to burn burn burn,
The demons are going to burn!
('Cause they will never learn!).
The demons are going to weep,
The demons are going to weep,
The demons are going to weep weep weep,
The demons are going to weep!
The demons are going to stink,
The demons are going to stink,
The demons are going to stink stink stink,
The demons are going to stink!
The demons are going to smoke,
The demons are going to smoke,
The demons are going to smoke smoke smoke,
The demons are going to smoke!
The demons are going to gnash,
The demons are going to gnash,
The demons are going to gnash gnash gnash,
The demons are going to gnash!
The demons are going to scream,
The demons are going to scream,
The demons are going to scream scream scream,
(The demons are going to you-know-what-I-mean),
The demons are going to scream!
The demons are going to wail,
The demons are going to wail,
The demons are going to wail wail wail,
The demons are going to wail,
(And Christ will prevail!)
