The Real St.Nick (link)

http://www.theblaze.com/stories/merry-christmas-from-theblaze-magazine-the-real-story-of-st-nick/


He didn't own any reindeer, he never drove a sleigh. He didn't wear red and white and he never came down the chimney. He was just a really GOOD guy, a bishop and a saint- who tried his best to help people.

This is what our society needs. More genuinely GOOD people who will fight for what's right. A tiding for the coming year.

It's worth the read.
Amen.

Apocalypse

If today was the End of the World;
(And it's not)
I'd have a good belly laugh
And smoke lots of pot.
Alas it seems
Too illegal to dream
But I'll keep going as I am
Forward (always forward!)
Like it or not.

Temptation

The Devil draws a line in the sand
Then he claps a good noise
Prances and lands
"Where do you stand?
Where do you stand?"
He asks and he glistens
A big toothy smile
Leans in big ears to listen.
But he doesn't wait for
Me to respond.
"You are taking too long.
You are taking too long!"
So with soft shallow hands
And long taloused nails
He pulls out a cake
Moist, delicate and chocolate to take.
"Come with me, come with me!
Things will be better
You will see, you will see!"
I stop and you look
Notice the line covered in gook
And I hear in the background
A Billion lungs screaming.

"To Hell with That!"
I was quite literal and spat
And I pulled out my
Magnum revolver.
I put one in his head
Shot him down dead
And put another where
His heart should have been.
There was silence for a bit
As the Billion lungs quit
And the cake fell apart
On the landing.

Then all of those eyes
Became my demise
As they looked at me
And they stared.
"I don't know what you all are looking at!
You ate from the cake
And that is that."
They gave in to temptation
From those soft silly hands
And for an eternity they did wonder
Where do they stand.
Where do they stand.

The Women of Winnemucca

The Women of Winnemucca
Can not be called any less
For their hardworking demeanor
Thick skin makes them leaner
And their hands
Are made of wood knots.

If you'd ever met
A Woman of Winnemucca
You'd know it right away.
Straight to the point
An obsidian tip
Right on target; hell bent.

Because they know
The struggles of life
And no longer cry
For they know what it takes
To bend and to pry

And their children may hate them
May curse them or praise them
But they raised them up- irregardless
They know that in the dessert
You either live or you die
You either grow up or you cry
And for that you always live
As a child.

But if you learn from their lessons
These Basque looking angels
Or Paiute Sages of the Desert
Will show you a way
That is filled with love and with praise
And the rain will wash away
All the sand and the dirt
And let blossom
The most beautiful flower.

The Boys of Winnemucca

The boys of Winnemucca
Deserve a loud applause
Gone away for 15 hours
Shift work night or day.

The boys of Winnemucca
Have families great and small
Every day they miss them
And every night they call.
8 days on/ 2 days off
4 days on/ work non stop.
They work those shifts
With crews long bent
And come home beat as a dog.

Covered in ash
Covered in grease
5 o'clock shadow
Eyes drooping down for sleep.

The boys of Winnemucca
Deserve a lot of love
Gone away for 15 hours
Shift work night or day.

The boys of Winnemucca
Break their back
For the one's they love
And we should really call them Men.
For a miner's work is hard and harder
Down in shafts so dim.

(soon to come- girls of winnemucca lol )

Honorable Mention

So- the results from the poetry contest I entered a year ago came back. My poem- "The Parting Birds" got an honorable mention from over 5000 applicants. Also- its being published in a book. Nothing big, but it made my day :) I'll try again next year, too.
Here's the poem-

The Parting Birds

As the snow fell
The little sparrows came
At first one at a time
And then like the rain.

They came from a place
That grew little grain;
And they had heard the rumors
These fields once sang.

But the hope summer wrought
Happened too cold to grow
And the waves of once
Luscious grass
Got covered in snow.

Little tracks of despair
With their hopes and their dreams
A sparrow's prayer for grain
A day became weeks.

Yet, it was from their belief
There came a great Parting
Where the silent clouds opened
And heaven's grain, finally, fell soundly.

Freedom Is

Freedom Is...

Freedom is a Nevada Range
Listening to the radio
Setting your own stage.
Freedom is a Constitutional stay
Holding a bloody document
That we fight to display
Freedom is a Right and a Choice
to pursue your own Happiness
which ever way.
Freedom is working to the bone
Because you believe it
Not because you are told.
Freedom is a Boxer
Standing in the ring
Fighting for your life
Or fighting just to sing.