Old men and broken souls

[Coyote]

Old men and broken souls

Trapped in a maze of ribs and malice

Revelation another lie

Stories unremembered and

Hunger



Redemption comes

with the morning light

He crawls forth again,

armed with his old man pills

and little boy needs.



What filled that empty cavity

And set you on that course?

What stained those eyes in bitter tannins?

and left such hunger uncaged



Eater of souls, teller of stories

Your needs can never be filled.

Salvation slips away

 

[1srelluc]

Endeavor To Persevere

When best-laid plans have fallen to waste
and frustration abounds in their former place,
when failure looms with doubts and fears
we must endeavor to persevere!

When dreams are shattered and hopes are dashed,
goals upon the shoals have crashed,
when gladness is but a memory dear
let us endeavor to persevere.

When sons and daughters from God rebel
and the paths they follow lead straight to hell
your fervent prayers God does not hear
pledge to endeavor to persevere.

When wracked with pain, our body worn,
youth is spent, don't be forlorn,
a better day is growing near
while we endeavor to persevere.

When all is lost, life’s' cupboard bear,
and seems like even God don't care,
His grace is sufficient in the trials and tears,
still we endeavor to persevere.

This present life is hard at best
but we must strive to complete the test
for our redemption draweth near
as we endeavor to persevere.

A restful home for us awaits,
we long to enter heaven's gates,
the promise of peace and never a tear
if we endeavor to persevere.

Christ Himself will take our hand
and guide us through this beautiful land,
the saints will tell us they're glad we're here
and that we endeavored to persevere!

George Wootton

 

[fncceo]

Trapped in a maze of ribs and malice

I'll take the ribs, keep the malice ...

 

[1srelluc]

I'll take the ribs, keep the malice ...

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No beef ribs either.

 

[Natural Citizen]

Like school in the summer time. No class...

 

[Zincwarrior]

I'll take the ribs, keep the malice ...

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Ribs are ok. But as a Texan, its all brisket, all the time. Anyone here had brisket tacos? Brisket + Queso = the face of God!

And to the topic.
My belly is round
My butt is large
My hair remembers days long past.
The poodle wants to go for a walk.

 

[Likkmee]

What you eat depends on your origin.....I'll leave it at that

 

[Zincwarrior]

No, I can neither confirm nor deny this. It was just a poem. I wouldn't take it too seriously--- life is full of much better things.

My eyes are weak,
My knees are strained,
But queso, sweet sweet queso!
It beckons

 

[Deplorable Yankee]

I'm just here for the ribs

 

[jbrownson0831]

Ribs are ok. But as a Texan, its all brisket, all the time. Anyone here had brisket tacos? Brisket + Queso = the face of God!

And to the topic.
My belly is round
My butt is large
My hair remembers days long past.
The poodle wants to go for a walk.

South Carolina has no idea what something like even a Rudy's is. Decent brisket here is very hard to find.

 

[Coyote]

Why do you think the OP is about you? It fits most of the old farts on this board.

The image I had in mind was of damaged people, hollow people...who in old age have become bitter and empty.

They go out each day looking for "salvation" and never quite finding it because they don't really know what is is they need anymore, only that something is missing. The life they wanted to have or should have had got side tracked and never righted, and set them on a course of bitterness and blame.

We all know people like that, in this case my father in law is one.

 

[Zincwarrior]

Its been fun, but I think its time to clean up the thread.
All posts going forward should have some tangential relationship to the subject. Thanks!

 

[Coyote]

McElroy’s Cows

The short way in is covered in ice
So I drive by way of McElroy’s
On a road, cradled between two hills
that will be mud in warmer weather

Shadows shift as a baler, caught in the glare
of a quartz halogen bulb
towers above a disc plow
In the rusted out cab of a pick up truck
lurks a cold eyed border collie

Buildings dwell in disrepair and barbed wire
is strung like an afterthought around the pasture
My headlights glow red in the eyes of an Angus
Like empty windows, they stare back
waiting for a reflection

 

[sparky]

The image I had in mind was of damaged people, hollow people...who in old age have become bitter and empty.

being old and alone sucks......~S~

 

[Moonglow]

Its been fun, but I think its time to clean up the thread.
All posts going forward should have some tangential relationship to the subject. Thanks!

Old men go on trips and never come back.

 

[Moonglow]

being old and alone sucks......~S~

Not really, it's rather serene.

 

[Coyote]

being old and alone sucks......~S~

I think it would…not there yet, but you never know.

Did you ever listen to John Prince’s song, Hello in There?

 

[Coyote]

Old men go on trips and never come back.

Too much LSD?

 

[Moonglow]

Too much LSD?

Cancer. There is never enough LSD.

 

[Dante Reawakened]

The image I had in mind was of damaged people, hollow people...who in old age have become bitter and empty.

They go out each day looking for "salvation" and never quite finding it because they don't really know what is is they need anymore, only that something is missing. The life they wanted to have or should have had got side tracked and never righted, and set them on a course of bitterness and blame.

We all know people like that, in this case my father in law is one.

MAGA?