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    Prince Charming The Dragon Slayer

    When every man was just a boy
    Our dreams were of more than a toy
    Prince Charming The Dragon Slayer
    Hero, not just any player

    Of this and more it seemed was true
    and then one day out of the blue
    We realized we missed the mark
    Then sat down and cried in the dark

    We had become beaten or bored
    Many suggestions hadn't scored
    We then yelled "Where's the adventure?!"
    as we all searched for the cure

    We're trying to live respected lives
    To understand rules and our wives
    Life is for living, don't you say
    and all we've got is just today

    Author: Jeff Ruddy aka.-Menehune Man
    Life is either an adventure... or you're not doing it right!!!

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      LIFE WITH HER

      Of all the creatures that there be
      Women are most heavenly

      True, we men are rugged sorts
      Wanting women who are sports

      But life with her sure is grand
      I want to please her all I can

      Follow me where I go
      God's provision we will know

      I will love you and take care
      Respect for me is only fair

      As we live and grow old
      Our love will deepen, I am told

      Then one day when we depart
      We will take eachother's heart

      I will see you over there
      All of time we then shall share

      Author: Jeff Ruddy
      Life is either an adventure... or you're not doing it right!!!

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        The Veteran

        How off it seemed that he was so opinionated,
        Loud an unbarring at time’s, but stern and robust.
        Every part of him wrinkled with age and Solid to the bone with time.
        Always had something to fret over with well hidden meaning.
        But on Sundays he’d say “I’ll pray for you.” Which was kindly given.
        Virtually he was set in his ways before I was born.

        When September 11, struck he was quick to pin the military emblem to his security Uniform and hum the national anthem, even when there was no need. His eye’s shifted back into their socket turning into the Soldier face from way back when; hard and ready to attack at any given second. Staring to the heavens beyond he claimed “There going to call me back, you watch.” There were a few good laughs that day but he believed it down to the core when no one else did.

        He was a veteran of World War II as he briefly mentioned time and again.
        Retelling his harsh tragic stories. Personally I knew deep down his wound must’ve grew as the golden years of his youth past. The Soldier boy who marched off into battle
        Returning home where others from his platoon hadn’t who died viciously on the field as young boys not even a hair past their prime or near it. I could imagine heart ache and Lost had festered inside and outside a stern and loving man endured

        Changing him profoundly into a stronger person, a proud father a compassionate Husband. Sadly I must say this Veteran I speak of has passed at a ripe tender age, taken in an instant. Blessed to have come so far, live so long and accomplish so much with the fruit of his labor. He has gone to see his slain comrades, he is amongst the fallen.
        I dare say he is at peace. The Country has lost a great man to have bled red for the American flag.

        Tonight I drink to his memories, tonight I salute this veteran this man we all know in our heart of hearts. God bless you and your family Al Medeiros It was most certainly a pleasure and an Honor to have known you all these years
        A Warrior does not give up on what he loves he finds the love in what he does.

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          HALLOWEEN

          Know Halloween is a pagan rite
          Where all the demons come out at night
          We're protected by our God above
          So there are Christians out showing love

          To all the churches doing the work
          Gathering the children is a perk
          By being a Jesus in the crowd
          We touch hearts and see them wowed

          Knowing that God can turn bad to good
          Is the true reason why Jesus stood
          Let's make use of the chances we get
          By using Halloween as a net

          Author: Jeff Ruddy
          Life is either an adventure... or you're not doing it right!!!

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            The Worst Day of My Life

            Its 5:30p, I await his smiling face,
            hes probably in traffic trying to fight the race,
            Dinners ready, nice and hot,
            his favorite spagetti, always hits the spot!

            Its 5:45p, he's a little late,
            no big deal, no need to be irrate.
            Oh well, dinners still warm,
            the aroma's, making the keiki swarm.

            Its 6:00p, I'll give him a call,
            no answer, not even a ring, nothing at all.
            "Hi, hunny, hope you're okay,
            dinners ready", my message would say.

            Its 6:15p, oh well, lets eat,
            everyone digs in, except me.
            Is he ok?, Is he hurt?, Was there an accident?
            "Call home" was the text message I sent.

            Its 6:30p, still no call,
            This isn't like him, no- not at all!
            I'll call again, the phones on the shelf,
            Why am I worried?, "he's fine", I say to myself.

            Its 7:00p, I call around,
            Have you seen him? but he's no where to be found.
            Keiki, everyone go auau!
            Ey, turn off that TV now!

            "But aunty come," they shout,
            listen to what this is all about"
            Their watching the news on channel5,
            "Three killed in an accident, 1 yet alive"

            No-please don't say it is so,
            A Black truck pinned against a tree, is what they show.
            As quick as it was, I could see,
            A license plate, "Lucky B".

            Its 8:00p, the phone finally rings,
            the song,'My Sunshine' sings.
            I answer without words, just a pause,
            then a stranger explains the cause,
            of why my huBby would not be coming home tonight,
            This isn't happening, this isn't right!

            Its 8:45p, I'm being driven to the hospital,
            Details weren't given, please Lord don't let this be fatal!
            Ma'am, let me escort you to room 204,
            Policemen, nurses, a doctor stand by the door.

            Its 9:15p, There he is lying
            with every breath it was time he was buying,
            I looked into his glassy, tearing eyes
            I touched his hand, and to my surprise,
            He muttered, "My love".

            It's 9:19p, he colsed his eyes and fell asleep.
            Now in my heart is where I will keep,
            All the memories of the love of my life.
            Blessed am I for briefly being his Wife!

            It's 11:40p and I lay alone in bed,
            Troubled, sad, mixed feeling run through my head.
            The pain stabs at me, right through the heart,
            pick up the peices, look forward, is a good start.

            Its 7:00am, I see the family,
            "From now on, life will be great", how can that be?
            How can she say that, what a crazy wife?
            "I've already had, 'the worst day of my life' "
            It can only get better from this point on!!!


            "Love you B!!!"

            written by:
            - KaYa T. Oct. 31, 2001, the worst day of my life
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              Wow Kaya... I wish you and yours all the very Best.

              That was well written and touched my heart.

              My children are young adults now as yours must be too.
              Life is either an adventure... or you're not doing it right!!!

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                LOWERING EXPECTATIONS

                All my life I've worked and toiled
                There are days when really spoiled
                I feel there's needs not being met
                But truly to God they're wants I bet

                I need to charge the battery
                Taking more than flattery
                Oh how to balance all these things
                Running out of money stings

                I'm driving the car on reserve
                Getting more than I deserve
                Down to eating just my rations
                Lowering expectations

                God wants me to appreciate
                Things He gave me, even late
                Now my heart is very thankful
                Lost my pride and got a tankful

                Author: Jeff Ruddy
                Life is either an adventure... or you're not doing it right!!!

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                  LISTENING TO GOD'S ADVICE

                  Getting rid of every vice
                  Coffee, beer and cigarettes
                  Listening to God's advice
                  Truly having no regrets

                  What used to be, shouldn't want
                  Eating veggies and all fruits
                  Cakes and doughnuts only taunt
                  Being healthy, that's what suits

                  Getting out to exercise
                  Hiking, walking, swimming too
                  Jesus tells us this is wise
                  That's how to feel strong and new

                  Author: Jeff Ruddy
                  Life is either an adventure... or you're not doing it right!!!

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                  • Re: All Our Poetry

                    Originally posted by Got2HaVKaYaNoW View Post
                    The Worst Day of My Life

                    Its 5:30p, I await his smiling face,
                    hes probably in traffic trying to fight the race,
                    Dinners ready, nice and hot,
                    his favorite spagetti, always hits the spot!

                    Its 5:45p, he's a little late,
                    no big deal, no need to be irrate.
                    Oh well, dinners still warm,
                    the aroma's, making the keiki swarm.

                    Its 6:00p, I'll give him a call,
                    no answer, not even a ring, nothing at all.
                    "Hi, hunny, hope you're okay,
                    dinners ready", my message would say.

                    Its 6:15p, oh well, lets eat,
                    everyone digs in, except me.
                    Is he ok?, Is he hurt?, Was there an accident?
                    "Call home" was the text message I sent.

                    Its 6:30p, still no call,
                    This isn't like him, no- not at all!
                    I'll call again, the phones on the shelf,
                    Why am I worried?, "he's fine", I say to myself.

                    Its 7:00p, I call around,
                    Have you seen him? but he's no where to be found.
                    Keiki, everyone go auau!
                    Ey, turn off that TV now!

                    "But aunty come," they shout,
                    listen to what this is all about"
                    Their watching the news on channel5,
                    "Three killed in an accident, 1 yet alive"

                    No-please don't say it is so,
                    A Black truck pinned against a tree, is what they show.
                    As quick as it was, I could see,
                    A license plate, "Lucky B".

                    Its 8:00p, the phone finally rings,
                    the song,'My Sunshine' sings.
                    I answer without words, just a pause,
                    then a stranger explains the cause,
                    of why my huBby would not be coming home tonight,
                    This isn't happening, this isn't right!

                    Its 8:45p, I'm being driven to the hospital,
                    Details weren't given, please Lord don't let this be fatal!
                    Ma'am, let me escort you to room 204,
                    Policemen, nurses, a doctor stand by the door.

                    Its 9:15p, There he is lying
                    with every breath it was time he was buying,
                    I looked into his glassy, tearing eyes
                    I touched his hand, and to my surprise,
                    He muttered, "My love".

                    It's 9:19p, he colsed his eyes and fell asleep.
                    Now in my heart is where I will keep,
                    All the memories of the love of my life.
                    Blessed am I for briefly being his Wife!

                    It's 11:40p and I lay alone in bed,
                    Troubled, sad, mixed feeling run through my head.
                    The pain stabs at me, right through the heart,
                    pick up the peices, look forward, is a good start.

                    Its 7:00am, I see the family,
                    "From now on, life will be great", how can that be?
                    How can she say that, what a crazy wife?
                    "I've already had, 'the worst day of my life' "
                    It can only get better from this point on!!!


                    "Love you B!!!"

                    written by:
                    - KaYa T. Oct. 31, 2001, the worst day of my life
                    Kaya -

                    I do not follow this thread...however, I went to the link after reading the other thread. (I'm not sure how many actually do read this thread as it's too peaceful and us people seem to like to converge on controversy instead of peace and love...)

                    My deepest condolences to you and your ohana...for this unfortunate incident.

                    I cried while I read these words... you have touched me dearly and I hope you are able to move on with your life to the best of your abilities.

                    Manoa.

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                      Wow, Kaya, I can relate to loss. I've had three in the past three years. Your poem also made me cry for your pain. Now that I've skimmed through this thread, I will take the time to read it all, and return to it regularly. Kaya, here is one I wrote about renewal. It is simple, but don't let that fool you, there is so much between the lines....

                      I AM
                      I am the rosebush
                      my stems violently severed
                      with sharp shears
                      the blossoms carried away
                      dormant
                      then
                      water
                      a little sunshine nurtures my soul
                      my petals open up toward the sky
                      as I reach for the midday sun
                      and
                      I am alive
                      once again!

                      H.H.

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                        Thank you Hope.
                        That poem's cool.
                        I get it.
                        Been there too.
                        Life is either an adventure... or you're not doing it right!!!

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                          MUSIC

                          Music touches all our souls
                          Be it rock, folk or reggae too
                          Living life in these bowls
                          When all we want to do is woo

                          Give me that beat and melody
                          To take me back to when
                          It wasn't this normalcy
                          Living on just to spend

                          Music changes us inside
                          A mood that was eluded
                          Because of other's snide
                          But now I feel secluded

                          Author: Jeff Ruddy

                          Written as I typed.
                          Life is either an adventure... or you're not doing it right!!!

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                            WE ALL SEEM RATHER SMALL...

                            We all seem rather small
                            in the scheme of things
                            Obviously going nowhere
                            just back and forth on swings

                            I believe that conformism
                            makes for lost and empty lives
                            Using untruthful happy faces
                            to hide the misery in our eyes

                            One key could be contentment
                            another may be striving
                            For anyone to feel of purpose
                            We must help our fellow being

                            Maybe we can't save the world
                            but can change the lives of some
                            By just sharing what little we have
                            and by calling him brother, not a bum

                            Author: Jeff Ruddy aka.-Menehune Man
                            Life is either an adventure... or you're not doing it right!!!

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                              WONDERING IF...

                              Never wanted to be rich, or even own a lot of things
                              Always wanted to live light, traveling in eternal spring
                              Got married at an early age, to a lady of like mind
                              She caught sight of the material world, then ending up blind

                              She truly didn't keep her vows and cost me to give up mine
                              No longer partners in this world, definitely out of line
                              The daughter I knew for her first few years, was then whisked away
                              Her mother found a man to take her, to the land of G'day

                              I never found that happy place, no never really again
                              Though had fun with the ladies or a terrific new friend
                              What I'm basically saying is that I'm a ruined man
                              I married another lady and doing the best I can

                              Oh, how to trust and how do I give from deep within my heart
                              When I've been hurting so very badly from the very start
                              Knowing that she means no harm, just coming from my perspective
                              I cause lots of pain and strife being overly protective

                              Wish I could change the past which would give me a better future
                              A future where I'm a better man, maybe even nurture
                              There's good in the world along with the bad, if I'd only look
                              Wondering if I can change my thinking when I write that book.

                              Author: Jeff Ruddy aka.-Menehune Man

                              I just wrote this now. Had a little contact lately with my daughter in Australia and some things she says wells up a lot of emotion in me. Good news is that Mrs. Menehune returns from Fiji tomarrow morning!
                              Life is either an adventure... or you're not doing it right!!!

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                                AND I'M SOOO GLAD SHE'S NEAR

                                I'm not looking back in sorrow
                                Or am thinking ahead with fear
                                Just finding happiness right now
                                And I'm sooo glad she's near

                                I thank God for my wife and love
                                For her tenderness heals my ails
                                She feeds my body and my mind
                                And her love never fails

                                Live with the strength to do her right
                                Sharing all that I have to give
                                To be the best man that I can
                                I know that she'll forgive

                                Author: Jeff Ruddy aka.-Menehune Man

                                Amazing what a different day and attitude can do, eh?!
                                Life is either an adventure... or you're not doing it right!!!

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