Poetry
By
Ronald Maynard
08-24-12
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God's Faithful Angel
By Ronald E. Maynard
If you were less of an angel,
Then the absence of your smile would fade in my heart.
When I think about our new friendship,
It lightens up my soul with a renewed spark.
I can easily tell that you are a kind and generous soul,
Because with every gifted word,
I am easily sold.
Thank you, my new faithful friend,
For being so kind.
I send this spiritual greeting,
Blessings overflowing with love,
In the form of prayers from the depths of my heart,
And from the heavens above.
I hope that you have a life of happiness,
Where laughter rules.
When you are feeling low,
And overcome with pain,
Only God's true influence rises again,
And lifts your spirit on high.
God loves you, Carla Anita Charles,
And so do I.
We are brother and sister in the eyes of the lord,
Therefore, together we will battle evil with our mighty swords.
As we are angels in God's faithful army,
He never wishes to see you cry,
And neither do I.
Be well all the days of your beautiful life,
And I will be glad to have known,
That my dear friend, Carla,
Sits by our savior,
Right next to his thrown.
As God's faithful angel,
Heaven is a place that you will always call home.
God bless!
What If Cats Were From Mars
By Ronald Maynard
What if all cats had traveled to Earth from Mars?
I might see a feline saucer in the sky.
What if all cats ruled the planet Earth?
I could see cats kneading on the Whitehouse lawn.
What if all human beings continue to destroy the Earth?
I would think that cats would just go back to Mars.
What do you think about cats from Mars?
By Ronald Maynard
Rain fell on the Earth
Rain droplet’s maneuvers through the clouds
Falling down on my head
Replenishing life
And now
The sun shines bright in my eyes
Rays break through the clouds
Warming my soul
With a colorful rainbow
To follow Mother Nature’s wrath
Then
The night fell upon the day
I slept the night away.
Three legged Tomcat
By Ronald Maynard
I will be there nor rain, nor sleet, nor sunshine.
I am a constant companion to keep safe.
A rub on my fur and I know now your mine.
I rub on your leg as a sign in return.
I am a stray who is out all of the night.
Human affection feels real nice.
I am way to passive to get in a fight.
I can pick my own friends that last through the night.
I play a deadly game with all the field mice.
I mess with their minds.
I haunt those rodents causing quite a fright.
I purr… baby purr, for a scratch on the head.
Then a handful of treats then I am off to my bed.
Pan Flute Man
By Ronald Maynard
There was a man who played a pan flute
He walks down the street in his best Sunday suit
When you pass him by, he will definitely catch your eye
If you give him a wave of your hand
He might invite you to come see his band
If you decline the pan flute man’s offer to go to the show
The man with the pan flute will tell you where to go.
The Patient Days of Oliver Bean
By Ronald Maynard
Wish I had my favorite chewing bone
Wandering sun rays cast across my face
With hope, my love stays strong for your return
Warmth from the sun tans my tiny belly
Warms me from my belly to my toes
Wish I had my favorite chewing bone
While, I lay sprawled in the middle
Wildly, I give my narrow butt a wiggle
With hope, my love stays strong for your return
Will you rub my tan belly forever?
We belong together
Wish I had my favorite chewing bone
Woe, the hour spent away from your face
Well, I’ll be here if you need me
With hope, my love stays strong for your return
Well wishes stay upon my mind until you arrive
Wish I had my favorite chewing bone
With hope, my love stays strong for your return
Waiting for you to rub my tan belly with your loving touch
Nuisance
By Ronald Maynard
Freedom comes from the truth you are willing to except
If you cannot deal with the truth
You have no depth
Broken dreams do not carry you through the night
You seem to always look for a fight
Abuse, abuse, abuse
You torture your feeble mind
Stop blaming every one around you
Kiss my behind
Have you ever listened to the way you sound
Lies
Baggage is to heavy to carry
Yet you throw your wait around
Bully, bully, bully
Stop, drop, and roll on out
Get your few items you possess and bounce
I think you like to run your mouth
I no longer care
You are no longer welcome in your own damn house
Tears, shaken hands, and a lack of emotional intelligence
Peace out
Hope you can one day get the hell out of your own damn way
Goodbye
He’s Lost
By Ronald Maynard
If he had been there to raise me, right
He would have set the example
Only offering himself as an oasis in my life
He must have gotten lost on his way
A man driven to only exist in a boy’s dreams
But not in the affairs of a grown man
A consequence of no importance, really
He had his chance to be a father
So, why should I bother?
This is a man without a spine
He must believe he has run out of time
Yet, I when I look at my reflection
I see his face in mine
He can still be here to share in my life
The ability to love gives me a compassionate soul
I forgive him for leaving
I was so alone
Back in a time when I needed him most
He was gone
If he were here now
I would raise my glass
To make this toast to my father
I appreciate you at last
Jack-O-Lantern
By Ronald Maynard
While flying on your witches broom through the dark moonlight, may your witching hour be a ghouls delight.
Hallows Eve comes on just one night, so beware of the many echoes and scream of fright.
Swishing through midnight skies over rooftops above, you pass by the moon for a fabulous ride from way up above.
Your witches broom is full of magic and flight, hope this years ride lights the flames of the Jack-a-lanterns all through the night.
Hope for Frosty
By Ronald Maynard
A blistering wind blows me around.
Roll, then roll, and roll me around.
I see one season to take into account.
Then stack me into the shape of a man.
Place a noble hat upon my head like crown.
A man greedily seeks my lid for himself.
I ride in an old freezer boxcar on a train over night.
I head north to see a man about life.
I love everyone on Earth.
I spread peace and joy across the land.
Run snowman, Run!
I may melt to the ground.
Finally, I have a life of my own.
I go to place that I can finally call home.
Mrs. Burton
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Well Endowed
Image By Tim Burton
My Favorite Artist
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By Ronald Maynard
A horizontal view
Two big ideas
Striped like a zebra
Suspended in air
She has some crazy hair
Her tiny waistline may make her wobble
Viewer’s eyes begin to bobble
With a bat of her eyes, and her ruby red lips
A kiss of death
I wonder where she got that dress
Velvet skies fall from grace
Protruding bones in her face
This I am sure of my dear
A portrait of this magnitude has plenty to fear
Crash and Burn
By Ronald Maynard
A scene scattered with pieces of my history
I am blasted across the pavement.
Rain droplets fall from the sky pounding my body.
My intoxicated membrane pulsates from my still beating heart.
I wait in a pool of blood for the sound of a hero.
My broken sprit violently jolts in a rage.
Shattered hopes fall into a slideshow of my broken dreams.
Right before my bloodshot eyes, I see an image of a man with wings.
I see me lying in a pool of regret.
A blurred vision confuses my helpless soul.
Darkness consumes my sight.
I am the brightest star in the sky this night.
Don’t ever think that this is goodbye.
Let me tell the truth of this matter
I never meant my life to go out in a splatter.
A Cajun Man’s Fishing Lesson
By Ronald Maynard
Coam dow ta bya
Tro a line-a-bout
Tre feashes poppen bout
See-da-feashes floppinround
Tro a line in da wada
Da bigga da betta
Catch’em by da maulph
Clen da feashes gauts oud
Cooka da batch on a phlam
Chow da-bunch a mess-a-vittles
Tis whud feash’n aldabout
Get soom fur urself
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