All Your Seasons

Watering the grass
Knowing it is going to rain
Doing what you always did
Though the elements have changed

Life is tolerated
In the same old routine
Wisdom recognizes
When seasons switch scenes

Are you shovelling sand
Acting like it is snow
Are you sticking around
When it is time to go

Are you raking leaves
Through puddles of mud
Living in fear
Is really a drug

A summer heat wave
Is not made for igloos

Don't blow up your spot
For confusion of reason
There is a perfect place
In all of your seasons

Emily's Poem

Happy Birthday Emily Boucher

You Were Ours When We Believed

One in a half years
Before you came to this world
We knew the name
Of our little girl

We knew you were coming
We told the doctor
The day Tim was born
18 months later
Everyone knew our words
They were not wrong

You Were Ours When We Believed

You have been a joy
When acting like Lucy Ball
Or getting clarinet reeds
At that Warwick strip mall

You Were Ours When We Believed

I will never forget
The sit up day
300 sit ups, Wow
All you said was
Daddy I am board
Can I stop now

Push up challenge for
Suicidal vets
Helping Best Buddies
Best President Yet

You Were Ours When We Believed

Motorcycle trip to Mount Washington
Turned into a trip to Mount Ascutney
Neither of us cared
The time we were not watching

The helmet you wore
Two sizes too big
After that trip
We had to get
New motorcycle digs

You Were Ours When We Believed

It is the 16th anniversary
Of you being you
Your Memee said you
Will see the world
Before you are thru

Someday Me and Mom
Will meet you in heaven
We will talk to God
And hear the story
How you became ours
On the day that we believed

Trump and Hilary

I make a lot of noise
That is my liberty
I yelled at Trump
Now I yell at Hilary

I yelled for dead cops in NYC
NOW you expect me to stop
At the DNC

I am pissed as can be
At Trump and Hilary
Although Trump is hilarious
Hilary  is just nefarious

Trump stole a party with insults and more
Hilary hides truth behind basement doors

The industrial military complex
As happy as can be
The one who said he would not sell out
Endorsed Hilary

Political revolutions should
Continue until they bust
Especially when the alternatives
Are haloed in distrust

The Russians did it
A 1989 excuse
Some might call that
Cold war been abuse

So don't tell me to quit it
When I yell with all my lungs
I may be young
And comfortable numb
But despite your best efforts
I am no longer dumb

My parent got screwed
Out of pension plans they had
Hilary or Trump
Both will leave me
Empty handed and sad

So shout I will
At Republicans and Democrats
Because despite the corruption
Democracy is where it's at!

Belinda's Poem

Happy Birthday Belinda Andrews!

Your laugh is infectious
When you walk in the door
Christmas day relief to build
Toys bought at the store

Thanksgiving potatoes
Always a hit
Very few holidays
Have our families missed

Double date anniversaries
Have been fun
Put Jim on a boat
Nowhere to run
Play house food was great
The waiters became actors
After we ate

Playing to win
No matter the game
Win or lose
Your laugh is the same

Bud light shared on many occasions
Each bottle drank a mini vacation

Swimming with the kids
At Boone Lake
We might catch fireworks
If we left kind of late

New year's weekend
In Washington DC
None of our GPSs
Made that trip easy

It is your birthday
Don't let that get you undone
With a laugh that is infectious
You will be forever young!

Lora's Poem

You were mine the minute I saw you!
For one of my favorite people!

In cut off jeans and
Pot advertising shirt
That look in your eye
You could have spit dirt

You were Mine the minute I saw You

Late again
Three A.M
Scared, what were we to do
Mamaw was tougher
We knew that was true

Last minute for our wedding day
Your dress a little different
For the moment that fit
You looked great in it
No matter what happened
Things would never be the same

You were mine the minute I saw you

Signs of Reign
Carried us a few miles
No one could have predicted
It would end in marriages
And revival

They we were filling
Two rows of seats
Running around the church
Was kind of neat
That is a time
We will never repeat

You were mine the minute I saw you

Blue jean wedding
Because of God's conviction
"Not living one more moment
In this sin condition"
Michael Dearing is so in Love
He is absolutely positively is
Still listening to your bitching

You were His the minute He saw You

Navy life
Navy wife
Pain and sorrow
Difficulty and strife
All I can say is
Ain't that life

Phone calls galore
I never once minded
It was the you in you
You kept on finding

You were Your's the minute you saw You

It has been a joy to watch
The girl become a woman
Plan parties, take vacations
Jump out the boat
OWN YOUR OWN VOCATION!

You were Your's the minute you saw You

We are friends now
We even like the same peeps
Amy and Ish
They are friends you will keep

You were Their's the minute they saw You

I wish you and Mike
Weren't a half a nation away
I would stop by often
Just to say hey

I Love You Lora Dearing
You get better every day
But always thought
You were great anyway

You were Ours the minute we saw You

The History of Man, Deaf to Alarms

Life is not complicated
It easy to understand
God's laws written on our conscience
That is the plan
Sacrifices made to cover our sins
That's what you do or judgement begins

We are Deaf to Alarms
Deaf to Alarms

Boy meet girl
Simple as can be
Be fruitful multiple
Like the olive tree
Grow together make a family

We are Deaf to Alarms
Deaf to Alarms

Work hard six days a week
Worship on the Sabbath
So you don't get weak
Trust in the Lord
His easy yoke
If you do it on your own
On time you will choke

We are Deaf to Alarms
Deaf to Alarms

Tribes are built from
The birth of kin
God blesses
Nations begin
Love your brother
The alien's too
That is what human beings
Are suppose to do

We are Deaf to Alarms
Deaf to Alarms

We grew in violence
And wanton greed
Worshiped rocks and trees
Pharoahs and Kings
That was the fruit of idolatry

We are Deaf to Alarms
Deaf to Alarms

Flood the world
All that is in it
Too harsh of judgement
For us to understand
But how do you grown in violence
When every animal
Can be held in your hand

We are Deaf to Alarms
Deaf to Alarms

Noah and his family
On the other side
Rebuild it all by and by
What do we do with one language
And a second chance
Brush it aside without
A passing glance

We are Deaf to Alarms
Deaf to Alarms

A national of light
Called out for mankind
Zions laws make Israel shine
What do they do with written revelations
Rebel against heaven on most occasions

We are Deaf to Alarms
Deaf to Alarms

From that nation comes
The Son of God
The Son of Man
He fulfilled the law, prophets
All that is in the book
But most of mankind
Won't think to look

We are Deaf to Alarms
Deaf to Alarms

The book goes on
To tell of the last days
Daniel's outpouring of knowledge
Israel's home is being re-staged
Paul writes of rebellion
In the sexual age

We are Deaf to Alarms
Deaf to Alarms

Despite our awful ways
God's love is deep
All the elected he is sure to keep
The restoration of all things is surely coming
God's goodness and mercy will have mankind jumping

Don't Be Deaf to Alarms
Deaf to Alarms

He is just and merciful
From beginning to hence
Can't wait for Jesus's reign to commence

No more Alarms
No more Alarms

On that day all is right
Things are so good
There is no night
When all know Him
The Ancient of Days
Will be the light

No more Alarms
No more Alarms

The Worm and the Wonder

This is the story of the Worm and the Wonder
Of life, of love of reality

This is the Story of the Germs and the Meezz
Who Loved themselves but hated reality

This is the story of the only True Maker
Whose perfect design is His reality

The Worm he was round
He was stout
He would dig through the ground
Come out with a shout

He was strong and full of pride
He was proudest of all of his two fine eyes

They saw things of value
He collected them in cups
Gold, silver and other stuff

The Wonder she was a beauty
A treasure to see
She danced and pranced
Flew with liberty

Her wings were green
Laced with sun-bright yellow
She would swoop in the valley
Hover in the meadows

One day the Worm broke through the ground with a great loud shout
The Wonder heard the noise, she took passing notice but
She did not know what to make of this intriguing strange call

She flew over head for a short while
Diving and dipping with grace and with style

Suddenly there was the Worm
So strong and stout
She loved him in a moment
She had no doubts

The Worm's keen eyes
Caught her movement in grace
He too was in love
You could see it on his face

The Worm his love
He wanted to prove
So he dug very quick
Through all his treasure
to find his very best pick

The Germs could see immediately
That the Worm had learned some of
The Maker's reality

Now the Germs knew the Worm
They were the very same you see
Except one loved and the other hated
The Maker's reality

The Germs the harassed
Give Wonder cut glass
She not worth gold or silver
Not even brass

Look to yourself
Let's have some fun
Dig for treasure
Avoid the sun
Fill your own cup
We'll come along
Give you good luck

The Wonder was a flutter
When she flew into the Meezz
They too could tell
She had been touched
By The Maker's reality

Oh no what to do
The Meezz had to think
Let's tell a lie about
The Maker's reality

Wonder, Wonder
Please come quick
Your not in love
The Worm is playing a trick
He will cut your wings
Tie you to the ground
No more meadows
Not one valley
To swoop or fly around

The Maker he was sad
He was sad indeed
He was sad for the Germs
He was sad for the Meezz
He was sad for their rejection
Of His reality

You see He delights in beauty
He knows what is best
His wisdom and love
Brought the Worm and Wonder
Through this very trying test

The sun was shining
The wind blew a gentle breeze
It was their wedding day
All were pleased
Believe it or not
Even the Germs and the Meezz

The Maker presided over the ceremony
It was sacred
It was blessed
It was Holy Matrimony

They exchanged their vows
As each gave up something
Of great value to self
They pledged to love each other
With The Maker's help

The Worm and the Wonder
Were made to be one flesh
This is the Maker's design
He knows what is best

With delight and cheer
Wonder locked her legs
In the place designed
On Worm's back

Her wings she enclosed
She slowly leaned forward and flat
Her head encompassed his head
His eyes became her eyes
His vision dimmed
They then become one body, and one limb

Her wings had indeed been cut
His eyes could no longer fill his own cup
He still has vision
She could still fly
But he could not see as far
She could not fly as high

Life was good for the Worm and the Wonder
They had some children
They are called Honkers
Worm liked seeing what Wonder could see
Wonder liked being with Worm and
Honkers, One, Two, Three

Time went by
Worm began to miss his own eyes
Wonder missed her ability to swoop and fly high
Life became boring and routine
There was too much to do
To be stuck together
The Germs and the Meezz said
"We know what you mean"

Germs kept calling the Worm to dig
The Meezz wanted to teach Wonder
The newest high flying aerial jig

The Worm hanging out with the Germs was
Acting like a jerk
Wonder's aerial flying had her
Acting like a flirt

They forgot the meadow and the valley
They forgot the looks and the shouts

They even forgot the delight and cheers of
Their first wedded years

They said to each other
"This was a mistake"
The Maker heard
His heart began to ache

The broke their vows
Promising to death do we part
The Maker watched
It broke his heart

Honkers, One, Two, Three
Went with Wonder
To the heights of the sky

What they needed was
The security of
The ground nearby

Worm went of deep digs
They weren't any fun
He missed his wife
His daughters
His son

Wonder never had time for those aerial flights
The Honkers missed Worm
They started having night frights

The Maker promised to give wisdom
Ask in faith
The Worm remembering the promise
Went to The Maker
In great haste

Maker he cried
I have been a jerk
I was selfish with digging
Caused Wonder much hurt

Worm learned that temptation
Come to us all at different times
That don't make it right

Temptation makes us fragile
When storms of life strike

Worm remembered life
Is like the rose with a thorn
Life is bittersweet
The fragrance and the pain
shared when not alone

In The Maker's reality
You are called to weather the storm together
Your life will go on
The storm won't last forever

The Worm realized
The Maker wanted to deal with attitude of his heart
The Worm learned what he must do to make a new start

Worm gathered Wonder and
Honkers, One, Two, Three
He confessed and asked forgiveness
Committed to live in
The Maker's reality

Wonder too came to Worm and
Honkers, One, Two, Three
She confessed and asked forgiveness
Committed to live in
The Maker's reality

The storms of life with affect a marriage for sure
You may be tempted to turn away and follow the lure

Commit to each other and do not stray
The Maker's reality will show you the way

The Worm and Wonder were made to be one flesh
This is The Maker's design
He knows what is best

One Hundred Year Old Tree

One Hundred Year Old Tree

What did the street tree hear in these last one hundred years?

The hiss of gas lamps at twilight
The cobblestone clumping of horses hooves
On damp misty night

The boast of dough-boys eager to fight
The sober march home
Minds quieted by use of military might

What did the street tree hear in these last one hundred years?

The clicking of heals of fashionable flappers
The bootleg deals and businessmen’s laughter
Life’s routine with each news day
The pain of heart born on Black Tuesday

What did the street tree hear in these last one hundred years?

The train whistle blowing cargoed with CCC boys
Their work, to plant forest
FDR’s radio address said,
“They will purify our air, and give strength to our people”
Three million men productive, proves each tree a steeple.

What did the street tree hear in these last one hundred years?

Men debating if helping Europe was wrong
Union men accused of joining the communist throng
Other prayed that Churchill would stay strong

Echoes of the Infamy Speech
Tails of courage from Normandy Beach

Children trading war medals for ice cream
The GI Bill paid for the home of their dreams

What did the street tree hear in these past one hundred years?

A wealthy family plan their first passenger flight
Quiet voices speak of the McCarthy fright
Bomb shelters planned for the Nuclear night

Television comics questioned for telling jokes
Civil rights speeches give colored folks hope

What did the street tree hear these past one hundred years?

Buses of boomers coming of age
Off to Vietnam another war to stage
Other carry protesters full of outrage

Empty buses turned history's page
But not before John and Robert were murdered
And Martin went the Martyr’s way

What did the street tree hear these past one hundred years?

“I am not a crook”
Broadcast in living color
The president who won 49 states forced to resign

Bass boats and Harley’s transport cheer
America celebrates two hundred years

Coca Cola teaches the world to sing
Mohammad Ali back in the ring
All to the sound of CB radios
And pull tab beers

What did the street tree hear these past one hundred years?

The Challenger blows,
Every school child quiet as a mouse
Mount St Helens fires impossible to douse

Michael’s Thriller playing in every house
Moonwalk shuffle heard down the hall
Pop culture and Reagan make Gorbachev
“Tear down that wall”

What did the street tree hear these past one hundred years?

Put your money in the dot coms buddy
The Gulf War fought, the results are muddy

Another President impeached.
The definition of 'Is' somehow out of reach.

This One Hundred Year Old Tree is feeling old
They have all done it, I keep hearing told
Those are not the facts if a tree can be bold

A new century and no Y2K, but a
Passenger jet filled with fuel is the
Modern sword in an ideological duel
Shocked voices mumble
We should have been prepared
Why were we fools

The millennial has passed before my listening leaves
A century of violence soaked into my branches
My sustainer giving human kind multiple chances

If you could hear the world as heard by this tree
I think you would knell or fall to your knees

I am stationary
I can’t move about
I have heard men’s hope for a century,
In war and poverty, and when you have plenty

I have heard your love for your sister and brothers
You all spring from the same root
And belong to each other

This truth is deep,
Like my hundred year old roots
Fed by pure water rained
Grime ingested from gutters stained
Listen to a hundred year old tree
What I have heard
Reminds you to laugh
Often to weep.

Faith and Luck

The empty cup of luck

Will always leave you stuck,

Never let you duck,

Dump you in the muck

It don't give a fuck

Faith will fill your flow

Keep you the know, teach you where to go,

It fuels how you grow

Luck is random

It has no voice, gives no choice

You lose before your started.

Faith is directed,

You are selected,
Part of the elected

Never neglected

Wins are imparted.

Have you and ace up your sleeve,

An in with the dice, that would be nice but

You know there is a price!

My hands are empty, but I have plenty

When I am poor or abounding,

I know I am not floundering

Because faith believed,

The price was paid in full!!!

The Heat of the Night

Blazing Nights and Muggy Sheets,

Despite the Heat, Let's Repeat,

The Arch, The Kiss, The Sweaty Bliss of Tongues on Fire and Nipples Enraged ,

Headboard and Foot Board Part of the Stage, of Movements Violent in the Night,

The Scratch, The Pinch, the Delightful Bite,

Enraptured in Smooth Penetration, Pleasure Exchanged without Hesitation, so Begins the Dance.

Drums of Hips and Shoulders Chance to Trust the Bust to Cleaver Endeavors  as Skin is Glazed with a Taut Muscular Chest,

As Blood is Pumped and Bodies Jump,  Heat Pushes the Beat.
Moans and Groans Sown, as Hollers and Screams are Reaped,

Bodies Slump,  Soft Touch and Cool Breath is Blown,

In the Heat of the Night that is Ours and Ours Alone. 

The Ache

Heart ache upon the chest
Words of hurt not of jest.

Adolescents  burst to indviduation,
with anger formed in graduation
From child to adult mind

Will you love me test
Help Mom and Dad
Leave me alone

It is my money
Dad You got any cash
I don't have nothing
A mall mad dash

In tension from dependency to responsibility
We find there is no easy way to get through that grind!

As time rolls forward
formed friends are found
on healed but wounded chest

The Times They Are A Changing

The times they are a changing,
Everyone enraging!
From burning Detroit to burning LA, can't we all just get along there has got to be a better way!

Say what no one wants to say,
The world has got a new stage
Set up for all those caged to Fox and CNN.

How is it going to end?
I guess that all depends.
How do you see survival?
Do you believe in revival?

How do we break from the mire?
For me it is the Messiah.
His rule, just, merciful and with a strong hand.
His prayers and our prayers
Bring healing to the land.

You see no matter the hand we play,
Sin will have its say,
Our hearts contolled by its sway.

Yes, the times they are a changing,
But when it is said and done,
There is nothing new under the sun!

As See Through Me Harrington Hall IV

Another Day Shift report as seen through me.

Burning plastic is not fantastic
As a fragrance facilitate a large staff meeting.
But the projected worked great Thanks to Glen.
Even the lines on the brick corresponded
To times on the new electronic time sheet.

Lunch was served with apple cider and cookies as a treat, 
Laura is back and I think learned a thing or two from Karen Jeffreys! 
Bill went over grant alphabet soup, 
But we are all getting paid so he deserves a loud hoot!!!!

There was a bottom line in everything he said, 
We better document everything or 
We will lose homeless folks ability 
To keep their sacredly won beds!

I am typing this on my phone 
because now our computer doesn't have a home and 
The secret password was moved 
From the place that all staff could see!

Tina worked today which was also a nice surprise, 
The weather was fantastic and 
The air much better to breath than burning plastic.

Again, this is the first shift report 
As seen through me, 
Typed up remotely from the Harrington Hall stairs, 
Looking at the big clock that the state 
Must maintain with great care. 

Bessie and Mars Harrington Hall III

It was a slow day at Harrington Hall, 
A few less people and a slower pace.

Guys were showing off their phone apps, 
One showed the position of the planets and stars, 
If you listened to Lawton's 
Apparently you fell like your on Mars.

I have 251 keys of different sizes and shapes, 
But not one for Bessie to get a pair of socks! 
I did find it...but the finish the rhyme, 
Brian would have found it in absolutely no time 
The stress level of going through keys 
Is hard to define!

The desk were moved outside while they finished the orange parkay mile 
Rounds were made, one guy was found taking a nap, 
I guess he didn't have the lost in space app

I spoke to Melissa, she said the air conditioners downstairs 
House of Hope now owns. 
This weekend is going to be 31 degrees. 
There is no heat downstairs, 
They should be taken out, 
So folks don't freeze, or catch any colds.

The trailer on the far left is full of furniture from the stage, 
Some of it should be tossed, 
I don't want to cause any outrage.

The desk were broken up with an axe, 
losing furniture I guess won't cause a heart attack.

Clothes were donated by a Mr. Mike Tullie, 
Nice warm, stylish stuff so 
We don't send guys out looking like they live in Fern Gully !

The weekend is coming up, 
Some of us are working, 
Other get to rest, 
Remember to keep believing in people's best, 
After all we work for a place called The House of Hope! 
If you do the above, 
Come good times or bad, 
I am telling you, you are sure to be Blessed!

Don

Parkay Floor Harrington Hall II

The Parkay floor is not Celticist,
But it looks pretty good. We hope is passes the test of moving bunks and 280 shuffling feet. It should be easy to clean
And at least stay neat!
Peer Mentors were trained,
Volunteers did their work, that does't seem to change. Marie was looking for vases that are misplaced,
That put a brief frown of her face, but donations also came in,
So now she is wearing her very pleasant grin.
Have you ever wondered why is is always vodka and never ever gin? Tina called, she said we might need more mats,
147 guys last night,
Ugg it feels sometimes they are treated worse than alley cats!
The sinks in the new men's bathroom are clogged,
We still don't know who fixes it,
But we are sure is it somebody's job! The plugger we tried,
We even put hot soapy water inside; like real GI Joes, Trust me it could be worse, it could be blocked commodes! That is the first shift report as seen through me,

I hope you are smiling because we do good work! We are helping people everyday despite the difficulties! Don

Chaos Construction Harrington Hall I

Chaos Construction,
Contractors and Destruction,
Drills and Air Guns,
Another Day of House of Hope Fun!
The Guys were Great, Donuts were Ate, Double Shot Tuesday played in the Background,
And John was no where to be found,
Don was hanging out for some reason,

"I don't want to sleep in a prison several men were heard pleading!
The Sheets were picked up to be cleaned,
But no one was sure of the final destiny, We are waiting to find out where the men might sleep,
Wherever that is, we hope the sheets they meet!
The cookies in the office helped the day pass,
Hopefully this sugar rush I am nursing will last. Amy just sent an e mail saying the shelter is not moving.

I will read it immediately,
I think that means things are improving. That is the report from first shift as seen through me.
It is a little early to send it,
But I think the day will stay good,! Here's to ending homelessness,
You know everyone agrees that we should!

It sure would help with those problems in the country,
In the suburbs, and yes, even the hood

Two People Sharing a Moment

Tired
Tired of picking sides,
Are you this or that, 
Are your talking points down pat? 

I want different way to interact, 
I want to talk, not fire back, 
What I am looking for is 
Just two people sharing a moment!

Scared
Scared of the direction we're going,
Everyone suspicious and not knowing,
This load is too heavy to be towing,
It is love we ought to showing,
Just two people sharing a moment.

Trusting
Trusting our values aren't rusting,
I know they could use dusting,
It is not on society I am busting,
Just talking about two people sharing a moment!

Settled
Settled in way I am living,
Going to keep on giving
Doing what's right,
Spreading a little light,
Which always comes down the same thing,
Just two people sharing a moment

The Land

There once was a great land called "why not" where men dreamed of flying to the moon, and they did!!!!! Slowly, little by little, it was taken over by the people from "what if" Nothing happened after that!!!!

The Work

"The Work" swallowed in hypocrisy, Drowned in a sea of bureaucracy, 
No sail can be filled with theology, 
As truth is deemed mythology.

All I ever wanted to do was help my fellow man,
But now the downtrodden are getting their best outcomes just shaking a can.

Addicts die and all close cry, 
But treatment on demand would keep the living on the right side.

Oh, that poor man living outside with so many voices in his head, 
He is eligible for everything but a long term bed.

How you going to pay for these needs? Give me a break! 
You paid these needs! 
The worker can't work
Teacher can't teach, 
Cops can't police.

I will tell you how to get it done, 
Let the people work
Do their jobs!
They don't need five layers of government Budgetary fog! 
They actually like working,
Many find it fun, 
That is the end of my rant!!! 
I am done!

Don Boucher

Time That Never Was!

In the time that never was, men thought of others higher than themselves.
In the time that never was, men lived side by side and did not need alibis to cover lies.
In the time that never was, politics was how things got done and not who won.
In the time that never was, the great were those who thought and not who fought.
In the time that never was, all were fed and none were bled for causes always petty, because nothing is so heavy as generations lost in war.
in the time that never was, diversity was not perversity and differences were celebrated when seen all the more.
In the time that never was, old men would walk miles to see a child, because life had begun, and nothing is so sacred as gums that smile...
In the time that never was!

Independence Day Poem

America, America, I have not seen you all and all, but what I have seen makes stand straight, proud and tall.

In this land of mine folks can say exactly what they think, pray or not, dance a lot, drink if they want to drink.

On country roads or city streets I still hear your pure heart, Yes, I said It! And shall repeat it, I still hear her pure heart beat!

Our sins way heavy, I know that is true, and for those sins we have, or shall, pay our dues. In blood and mud in Gettysburg alone 51,000 casualties!

In peace or war corruption finds its way into politics, put politicians never made the American heart tick!

People and prophets have showed the direction with loving, angry, pointing hands, one for the heart, one raised in faith toward heaven!

Washington, Adams, Jefferson more than politicians were they! Fathers of vision, men of reason, dreamers of better days!

Martin Luther King Jr, Frederick Douglas confronted our hypocrisy, through pain and blood they bequeathed us a finer democracy!

It is Independence Day, and I am subject to no earthly king, so I will wave my flag, and I'll be glad, for many in this world freedom is no small thing!

Don Boucher

Far Too Many Way Too Young (Memorial Day)

Far too Many and Way too Young, Would've been better if a song was sung! Hate and pride throw life aside, the seed of greed makes the soldier bleed! 

Far too Many Way too Young, Would've been better is a song was sung!

The Rich get richer and the young are sent but you don't understand why students are bent!   It is a friend who past in a far away land, where 20 years from now we'll be buying and selling as much as we can!

Far too Many Way too Young would've been better if a song was sung

The memories stay bright in an old man's head, how can they fade with so many dead.  He would rather shake a hand or kiss a cheek, but his hope for man has been made bleak!

Far too many, Way too young would've been better if song was sung!

We are singing now, let our freak flag fly, the enemies in the world will change in time, let's have a meal, let's make a deal!

Far too many, Way too young, All is better when a song is sung!

Memorial Day Poem .... Don Boucher....

Conference Light

Zoom zoom zoom the Christian conferencers go, 
To hear speakers they say are in the know, 
Some inspire, they are great,
Others only irritate.

Food aplenty for all to eat,
Not a meal is missed.
If prayer and fasting is removed then this is Christian bliss.

Music played on instruments of all kinds, it fun to watch his people drink from the cup of new and Holy wine.

When the Holy Dove begins to move, through speakers anointed from streams above, 
Jesus's Love finds a groove in hearts that are in tune.

Then earth becomes heaven, and heaven earth, 
The Spirit blows on embers lit in New birth, and hearing His voice becomes a way of life.

Strife and tension are removed by His warmth; His peace. 
Bowing then precedes your need to worship on your knees, as hearts cry to Jesus both thank you and please!!!!

Buffoonery of Our Times

Christian prophets prophesying with no accountability,
American politics becomes buffoonery,

Western civilization is despised, because we prefer to analyse, why she is him and he is her,
And ripping babies from wombs becomes a cure for irresponsibility !

The rich get richer and the poor get checks, while homeless veterans and the mentally ill suffer from neglect!
All a working man can say is, What the Heck!

Will my kids get shot up at school, as we make politically incorrect teaching the golden rule!
Will they even be brought up, will I actually pray they get locked up, to avoid the addiction and perdition of our buffoonery times?

Will they know the world I knew even  a little, when the wisdom of the ancient past to many is no more than spittle ?

Then there is the new spewing of hating families fleeing poverty and war from places like Syria and Guatemala!
Can we identify the enemy in this hour?  They are not women and children, but that is more of buffoonery of our time!

So many have forgot their Nonna, or Ona, or Grandma sought and fought it find a tower.
A tower of liberty fine, with torch pointed to heaven and prosperity promised with hard work and rule of law divine !

What else can I say about our buffoonery time?

We are not the first generation of humans, and we certainly are not the best.
Take time to consider great powers of the past in the end reason and love are all that will last! 

Mike's Birthday

Michael Dearing

If you want a serious conversation with Michael be prepared to have it on a unicycle,
He is smart and he is witty,
even more so when he is acting shitty,
A better friend you could not find, but please already, can you keep up with the punch lines?!
He knows for certain that left is best, but only because they keep passing that damm human being test!
It is his birthday you know, facebook told me so.
He Loves my daughter more than life, but he took her to Dallas which you know ain't right!
He corrects that action every time I see him with talks on philosophy, laughter and generosity!
It is his theology I find most appealing, His Jesus is only concerned with people and their healing!
So HaPpY BiRthDaY Mike! I Love You Man! Big Hugs, Big Smiles, kisses to all, yes even you! Ok Firm handshake...Be sure to enjoy your birthday cake!

Proudest of All

Sad said my Son,
But Bruins had won,
And we did have great seats.

But his reference was not to the game but to the man sleeping on concrete.
His blankets were thin
And he did not stir thru the noise and the din of the happy passing crowd.
It was a night of delight, rocking Bruins jerseys not fit too tight!
My son bought the gear, to help us shout and cheer! What a cool gift to end a difficult year!
We were pals as we walked along and we were feeling young and strong.

Yet, the Dad in me, had a son who saw wrong, and think  that made me proudest of all!

What We Were Suppose to Do

What We Were Suppose to Do!

Times they make you if you let them, but some of us just forget them, and live like we were suppose to do.

Lead by the Lord in Life choices, ignoring all those practical voices, we did what we were suppose to Do!

A church in Fall River, that will never succeed, but 22 years latter they are still bending their knee in worship to Jesus Christ!

Too many kids and too little money isn't it funny what happens when you live as you suppose to do!

One blended family with love in their hearts, nothing we ever do will compare! I had two and she had three, her oldest 16 me just 29, but we took the dare and lived as we were suppose to Do!

Friends were reaped from that combination, the kind that always stick by your side! Their value added to me with each graying hair!

Then the Lord granted more, each child named before conception! Set apart for us from heaven as we lived as we were suppose to do.

Adopted two, one mighty girl, one that twirls with energy that is boundless, because we did what we were suppose to do!

Now we am reaping rewards from life, I have to tell you it feels real nice to live as I suppose to do!

Go to Africa, isn't that dangers, fly eleven hours, that is outrageous, but we did what we were suppose to do.

Preach to thousands in that land, start an orphanage to lend a hand because it was what we were suppose to do!

We swung that bat at other things that had their season, not everything last, God has His reasons!

We danced and laughed along the way! Fought in the flesh, what can I say! Sometimes we did not live as we were suppose to Do!

Trips to Israel for the wife and kids, not just to contribute to the tourist Bizzz! But to have our children's feet touch that Holy Ground!

25 years of real rich living captured for memory sake ! The stories we be telling and the voices they be yelling about old cars and Domino games! Clam bakes and Smores no sand indoors, blessed to we live as we suppose to do.

Jobs that started and stopped at the Lord's leading, leaving a couple had my heart bleeding, because my soul was invested in the work!

Hundreds of homeless people in apartments, new ones still moving in right up to this day. We had a few varmints but nothing to alarm us, as lives were changed in profound and permanent ways!

Riding a motorbike after fifty, midlife crises ain't that nifty, but we are seeing God's creation and man's great work in cities and towns, where beauty certainly does abound. It reignited friendship that can be tested as you do all of the above, it is just another chapter in doing what we suppose to do!

Monday Morning Rush

Wake up, wake up, said Dad to the kids.
It is Monday morning, the begining of our  new week.
One rolls over and goes back to sleep, another tells jokes about Guine Pigs that sqweek.
Knock knock jokes so bad they are funny.
Outside it is cold, but at least it is sunny.
Coffee is drank. God is thanked, for the bean that gets me moving.
It is the morning rush and we are not exactly grooving!
The dog  was let out, that is a must in our daily Boucher rush! Life is not perfect, but all in all, it seens to be improving!
Mom fixes hair, both boys and girls stare, in mirrors for any imperfection.
Breakfast was simple, glad there were no pimples, a crises whenever discovered.
Teeth are cleaned, ummm, not flossed between as bathrooms rotate not so quickly, and of course now someone is sickly!
Shoes on wrong feet, so we repeat, zipper on the inside!
The "bus is here" shouted by all, as the barking dog is hushed and other kids are driven from curb side to curb side... No one was too late and all have survived, the Boucher Monday morning rush.