Ukulele Kit

My Brother gave me,
A ukulele,
Upon this passed Christmas day.
Though small in its size,
It weren't no surprise,
That others listen to it play.

Just a Thought

Across the sea of sifting snow, as mighty winds did blow.

A thought of all the things I have which some may never know.

Three square meals to eat each day, or meals at Chinese buffets.

A thought of all the things I have, this thought I try to you convey.

Parties on my day of birth give me feelings of great mirth,

But many others cant afford to celebrate their years on earth.

Go for runs or walks in parks and let imaginations spark.

Have the freedom to embark on innovations some call stark.
With all the opportunity to strive for things I wish to be
To think I sit and let them pass and use my time frivolously.

There's so much rubbish I buy, my motives I misapply. 
Ill waste no time and act right now, to not let chances pass me by.

Limerick Friday: Elephants

Across the Savanna they roam,

Of their mercy none will be shown.

Ripping tree trunks,

And neighboring punks,

But yet they will bring a flower home.

Child's Midnight Imagination

Is it in the closet?

Or underneath my bed?

Something lies in wait for me

Or so it has been said.

Though these tales are told,

By all who claim they saw,

The Creature who was death itself

They're filled with many a'flaw.

I find not a reason,

For me to run in fright.

For I have found the comfort

Not found in a night-light.

So, though the lights turned off,

I find no need to scare.

Now I have a croix de guerre

Thanks to my teddybear.

Old Timer's Tales

Sitting now without his wife,
And not a word is said.
The number of his days of life,
Are grays upon his head.

Though he sits without a sound,
His mind is never idle.
For what will come of all those years,
Learning skills that were vital.

His mind is singing with ideas
Of things which he would do.
If only he did have his youth,
The age of me or you.

So, he tells all who he can,
Of these thoughts he has in mind.
Someone who can help him with
These thoughts, he tries to find.

Boring

Work is slow
And boring today.
As if it were
A poor written play.
No plot,
no story
No point,
No hurry.

So, If it doesn't,
Quit real quick.
"Col. Mustard in the Kitchen,
With the candlestick."

Awaiting Spring Time

Summer's left my life
And Fall is almost done
All that's left is Winter
Before Spring is begun.

Legacy

What and Who, Why and How,

Are the questions i hope are asked,

By people who are yet from now

Who wonder about my past.

  

But what have i done

That amounts to a dime

That really has meaning and worth?

 

I hope when i go

Someone else just might know

Of something i did to help Earth.

Going Back to the Start

After looking at  my life,

  After thinking it all through,

   Could i change my name

    And start my life anew?

   Despite all my best efforts,

      Despite what i can do,

      Would my reputation    

    Follow with me through?

I have a second chance,

   And I try to do what's right,

    I must always keep in mind

 Trust doesn't happen overnight.

True Running

Far too few know the true joy of running,

A sad and unfortunate truth.

For when i go out to go running,

It's the smile on my face that is proof.

True it hard, and requires much effort

To put yourself up at the start.

And as you wait for that gun to go off

Your adrenalin rushes your heart!

Farmers- Another poem by Jake Hole

Working with animals
That stink and smell bad,
You and me both should have
Respect for my Dad.

There wouldn't be hamburgers,
Chicken, steak, or corn,
If it weren't for those farmers
Who wake early in the morn.'


A Patriot's Prayer

Compelled by Love,
Compelled to fight.
Compelled to serve,
(My County's right).

To Love my Country
To help it be,
That evils stopped,
Helpless set free.

So, for my Country
For this fight,
I kneel here now,
And Pray tonight.

Lily

My little Lilly is lost.
She disappeared,
With Winter's first frost.
No need me waiting,
She won't be back.
She took that ride,
In that long black
Cadillac.

She ain't returning,
So ain't no reason
To be waiting.

First Post: Something Needs to Happen

Something needs to happen.

If evil is to cease.

Maybe if Good takes a stand,

The world could come to peace

Getting started.

okay, so, sometimes i write poetry so... nuff said.  I'll try and post them as i write them.