I've had my dreams
In my back pocket
Afraid to take them out....
Never told a soul
The way I wanted
My life to be.......
So I pushed them down deeper
Afraid to pull them out...
I thought they might fall
shatter on the ground....
Some people tell me
They had a dream
Most threw them away.....
As they told me their story's
I would reach down deep
Feel my pocket
My pocket full of dreams......
I never threw mine away
They will be with me
To always stay.....
I always knew
That one day
I could reach into my pocket
Pull out my dreams....
Live it the way I wanted
The way it was to be
As of today.......
Michael
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
Broken homes and Promises
Broken homes and promises
Is all we ever had
Or ever heard........
Never a place to call home
Only a place to live.....
Broken homes and promises
Is what we all thought......
Sometimes you would sleep your nights away
Or weep them into a dream......
That's all we had
My brothers and I.......
Because it was all
Broken homes and promises
We thought it was to be......
I left that time,long ago
To never return
It was a promise
I told myself so......
No more broken promises
No more broken homes......
Michael
Is all we ever had
Or ever heard........
Never a place to call home
Only a place to live.....
Broken homes and promises
Is what we all thought......
Sometimes you would sleep your nights away
Or weep them into a dream......
That's all we had
My brothers and I.......
Because it was all
Broken homes and promises
We thought it was to be......
I left that time,long ago
To never return
It was a promise
I told myself so......
No more broken promises
No more broken homes......
Michael
Friday, April 6, 2012
Duke
A noise from the strange island of fog made the trolls stop their work, to gaze the lake of blue.....
Than thru the haze, they happened to see the colors of red and oranges bright, it was of fire which made them of fright......
The only creature whom loved to tease was that huge dragon
They called Duke......
A purple vest he wore with a top hat of black, he flew over their heads in seconds flat......
Duke flicked his tail of massive length
Knocked one troll into the lake.....
As he looked back, they heard his laugh, they knew he would do one more attack.....
Some ducked for cover, under the bridge, some in trash cans, even under the lids.....
To late for one, Duke blew a flame on his butt
The other trolls yelled, "Hey that's just your luck", the dragon was laughing so hard
He lost his flame
So he flew around the spot
To look at his game....
Duke tipped his hat, with the vest flopping in the breeze, to say my troll friends
I sure love to tease.....
Across the water he flew, to the island of fog, disappearing in the clouds of grey.....
Maybe to come back to tease them yet another day......
Michael VanDyke @C 2017
Floorboards of Heaven...
Do the floorboards of heaven
Have dust in the cracks
Or is it marbled floors and tiled walls.....
Does the grass grow tall
Or do I have to mow.....
I'm just an Ol' country boy
With thoughts like this......
Do I have to get up at the crack of dawn
Or can I just stay in bed......
Can I eat a sandwich,when I want
Order a pizza too
Do I have to wait for lunch
Also supper,as I always do
Plus eat my veggies too......
Can I take the car for a spin
Not fill it with gas
Would that be a sin.....
I'm not making fun of heaven
Its where I want to go.......
I was just wondering
Maybe dreaming so......
Do the floorboards in heaven
Have dust in the cracks
Or is it marbled floors
And tiled walls.......
Michael
Have dust in the cracks
Or is it marbled floors and tiled walls.....
Does the grass grow tall
Or do I have to mow.....
I'm just an Ol' country boy
With thoughts like this......
Do I have to get up at the crack of dawn
Or can I just stay in bed......
Can I eat a sandwich,when I want
Order a pizza too
Do I have to wait for lunch
Also supper,as I always do
Plus eat my veggies too......
Can I take the car for a spin
Not fill it with gas
Would that be a sin.....
I'm not making fun of heaven
Its where I want to go.......
I was just wondering
Maybe dreaming so......
Do the floorboards in heaven
Have dust in the cracks
Or is it marbled floors
And tiled walls.......
Michael
Did You Ever..
Have ever tried to touch the sun
As you headed up the mountains
With the clouds of silver lining below......
Hear the wind from the tree tops
Or the whisper of a crow......
A trail of pine cones and leaves in the early fall
Blanket the ground
To surround the trees,that did it all.........
Or in the spring,the rush of the waterfalls
Trickling below.....
A glance to the sky,with music up above
The wild geese and duck....
Or the howl of a coyote,on his land to run....
All drinking from a mirrored reflection
Of a mountain,in the lake below....
You leave your footprints behind
As you walk a trail head
With the sun showing off its
Yellows,oranges and reds.......
Dedicated to Dad...........
@Michael Van Dyke
As you headed up the mountains
With the clouds of silver lining below......
Hear the wind from the tree tops
Or the whisper of a crow......
A trail of pine cones and leaves in the early fall
Blanket the ground
To surround the trees,that did it all.........
Or in the spring,the rush of the waterfalls
Trickling below.....
A glance to the sky,with music up above
The wild geese and duck....
Or the howl of a coyote,on his land to run....
All drinking from a mirrored reflection
Of a mountain,in the lake below....
You leave your footprints behind
As you walk a trail head
With the sun showing off its
Yellows,oranges and reds.......
Dedicated to Dad...........
@Michael Van Dyke
Sunday, April 1, 2012
Why Did we Do That!!!
It was a hot July day,my brothers Kip,Kay and I were blowing up firecrackers.
I think we were about 10 or 11 years old than,give or take a day or so...........(can't remember)..
We tried about everything with firecrackers,the water bucket with cans,ant piles,mud,we did it all.
We were taking a break from it all,than a idea came into our heads.
What about making a cannon.............
First things first,the gunpowder.We spend three days gathering firecracker duds and buying firecrackers(by selling empty pop bottles and scrap copper)...We stripped the firecrackers apart to remove the gunpowder and put the powder into baby food jars.
Finally the 3rd day and two jar's full of gunpowder,we starting looking for something to make the cannon with.
Dad had some scrap iron around the yard,so we found a piece of pipe that suited the job.
It was about 5 feet long and 1 1/4 inch in diameter.We made a plug for it,pushed it into the pipe about four inches,(that would keep the powder from leaking out the back of the pipe).
We filled the pipe up with the gunpowder,than plugged the front of the pipe with clay,made a small hole into the clay for the fuse.
The fuse was made from six fuses from six firecrackers,we tightly coiled them together for a sure fit.
Now the cannon was made and ready to fire! The question now,Who was going to hold the cannon.
When and where were we going to do this at......
The night time sounded good(it always did)....But what place???
We finally decided on a old car Dad had in the yard.A old 1954 chevy,no hood,no engine in the compartment.
Perfect as we called it,everything falling into our plan......
Now the other question "WHO"???? Can't remember how or why,but Kip was the chosen one.
We waited till dusk(seemed like the day took forever)...
Finally,night was falling upon us.Dark skies,perfectly still night...........
We gathered all our gear and walked towards the old car.Our thoughts going into every direction!!!
Kip crawls into the engine compartment of the old chevy.Grabs the pipe cannon.
Kay and I ask Kip,"are you sure you want to do this"?Kip said,"Lets do it"!
He shouldered the cannon,got into position.We lit the match to the fuse and ran away,far enough to stay out of danger(Funny thought huh)!
Kay and I could see the glow of the lit fuse,it seemed like eternity for all else to happen!!!
Than BOOM!!!!!! The cannon went off!!!!!
It was like bright daylight in the engine compartment!We could see Kips eyes,they were as big as silver dollars!
Than as fast as the light came,it was total dark again.A dead silence........
Dad comes running out of the house yelling"What the hell is going on now"???
We told him,just shooting off firecrackers.He went stomping back into the house!
Kay and I than ran over the old chevy car to check on Kip!He was still holding the pipe cannon on his shoulder and looking straight ahead.
Finally noticing that we were there,he looks at us and said"HOLY CRAP"!!!!
We grabbed the pipe cannon,got Kip out of the engine compartment of the car.
We looked the pipe over,it was split two inches down from the end that got blasted!Ripped really good!
Kip's ears were bleeding under the earlobes,and couldn't hear very well for a week or so!
Lesson learned,to never do that again!
To this day,45+ years down the road,we remember that very day as if it was yesterday.
Was it dangerous-yes!
Did we laugh-yes!
Boys will be boys!!!!!!!
I think we were about 10 or 11 years old than,give or take a day or so...........(can't remember)..
We tried about everything with firecrackers,the water bucket with cans,ant piles,mud,we did it all.
We were taking a break from it all,than a idea came into our heads.
What about making a cannon.............
First things first,the gunpowder.We spend three days gathering firecracker duds and buying firecrackers(by selling empty pop bottles and scrap copper)...We stripped the firecrackers apart to remove the gunpowder and put the powder into baby food jars.
Finally the 3rd day and two jar's full of gunpowder,we starting looking for something to make the cannon with.
Dad had some scrap iron around the yard,so we found a piece of pipe that suited the job.
It was about 5 feet long and 1 1/4 inch in diameter.We made a plug for it,pushed it into the pipe about four inches,(that would keep the powder from leaking out the back of the pipe).
We filled the pipe up with the gunpowder,than plugged the front of the pipe with clay,made a small hole into the clay for the fuse.
The fuse was made from six fuses from six firecrackers,we tightly coiled them together for a sure fit.
Now the cannon was made and ready to fire! The question now,Who was going to hold the cannon.
When and where were we going to do this at......
The night time sounded good(it always did)....But what place???
We finally decided on a old car Dad had in the yard.A old 1954 chevy,no hood,no engine in the compartment.
Perfect as we called it,everything falling into our plan......
Now the other question "WHO"???? Can't remember how or why,but Kip was the chosen one.
We waited till dusk(seemed like the day took forever)...
Finally,night was falling upon us.Dark skies,perfectly still night...........
We gathered all our gear and walked towards the old car.Our thoughts going into every direction!!!
Kip crawls into the engine compartment of the old chevy.Grabs the pipe cannon.
Kay and I ask Kip,"are you sure you want to do this"?Kip said,"Lets do it"!
He shouldered the cannon,got into position.We lit the match to the fuse and ran away,far enough to stay out of danger(Funny thought huh)!
Kay and I could see the glow of the lit fuse,it seemed like eternity for all else to happen!!!
Than BOOM!!!!!! The cannon went off!!!!!
It was like bright daylight in the engine compartment!We could see Kips eyes,they were as big as silver dollars!
Than as fast as the light came,it was total dark again.A dead silence........
Dad comes running out of the house yelling"What the hell is going on now"???
We told him,just shooting off firecrackers.He went stomping back into the house!
Kay and I than ran over the old chevy car to check on Kip!He was still holding the pipe cannon on his shoulder and looking straight ahead.
Finally noticing that we were there,he looks at us and said"HOLY CRAP"!!!!
We grabbed the pipe cannon,got Kip out of the engine compartment of the car.
We looked the pipe over,it was split two inches down from the end that got blasted!Ripped really good!
Kip's ears were bleeding under the earlobes,and couldn't hear very well for a week or so!
Lesson learned,to never do that again!
To this day,45+ years down the road,we remember that very day as if it was yesterday.
Was it dangerous-yes!
Did we laugh-yes!
Boys will be boys!!!!!!!
Monday, February 27, 2012
The Final Inspection
THE FINAL INSPECTION
The soldier stood and faced God, Which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining,... ... Just as brightly as his brass.
'Step forward now, you soldier,How shall I deal with you ?
Have you always turned the other cheek ?
To My Church have you been true?
'The soldier squared his shoulders and said,'No, Lord, I guess I ain't.
Because those of us who carry guns,Can't always be a saint.
I've had to work most Sundays,And at times my talk was tough.
And sometimes I've been violent,Because the world is awfully rough.
But, I never took a penny,That wasn't mine to keep...
Though I worked a lot of overtime,When the bills got just too steep.
And I never passed a cry for help,Though at times I shook with fear.
And sometimes, God, forgive me,I've wept unmanly tears.
I know I don't deserve a place,Among the people here.
They never wanted me around,Except to calm their fears.
If you've a place for me here, Lord,It needn't be so grand.
I never expected or had too much,But if you don't, I'll understand.
There was a silence all around the throne,Where the saints had often trod.
As the soldier waited quietly,For the judgment of his God.'
Step forward now, you soldier,You've borne your burdens well.
Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets,You've done your time in Hell.'
Author Unknown~
The soldier stood and faced God, Which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining,... ... Just as brightly as his brass.
'Step forward now, you soldier,How shall I deal with you ?
Have you always turned the other cheek ?
To My Church have you been true?
'The soldier squared his shoulders and said,'No, Lord, I guess I ain't.
Because those of us who carry guns,Can't always be a saint.
I've had to work most Sundays,And at times my talk was tough.
And sometimes I've been violent,Because the world is awfully rough.
But, I never took a penny,That wasn't mine to keep...
Though I worked a lot of overtime,When the bills got just too steep.
And I never passed a cry for help,Though at times I shook with fear.
And sometimes, God, forgive me,I've wept unmanly tears.
I know I don't deserve a place,Among the people here.
They never wanted me around,Except to calm their fears.
If you've a place for me here, Lord,It needn't be so grand.
I never expected or had too much,But if you don't, I'll understand.
There was a silence all around the throne,Where the saints had often trod.
As the soldier waited quietly,For the judgment of his God.'
Step forward now, you soldier,You've borne your burdens well.
Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets,You've done your time in Hell.'
Author Unknown~
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