http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Justi6350/I know nothing about poetry except I love reading it. I am trying, have been trying for a long time. Forgive my feeble attempts.hourly12000-01-01T12:00+00:00http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Justi6350/729317Tax his land, Tax his bed, Tax the table, At which he's fed. Tax his tractor, Tax his mule, Teach him taxes Are the rule. Tax his work, Tax his pay, He works for peanuts anyway! Tax his cow, Tax his goat, Tax his pants, Tax his coat. Tax his ties, Tax his shirt, Tax his work, Tax his dirt. Tax his tobacco, Tax his drink, Tax him if he Tries to think. Tax his cigars, Tax his beers, If he cries Tax his tears. Tax his car, Tax his gas, Find other ways To tax his ass. Tax all he has Then let him...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Justi6350/729227Forgive me if I have posted this before or many times before. I don't remember. It was cold and raining. It was a March, and it was Wednesday. Mattie lay writhing in pain, trying not to cry out, but it hurt. Nobody knew the due date, weight gain was a scant twelve pounds total. Curt her loving husband of twelve years awoke and hit the floor like he had seen a bob cat. He questioned his little wife who had no answers except how it hurt, how it really hurt. He ran to the company room a fine...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Justi6350/722717THE MOODYS GO TO TOWN Didn’t look like much just a couple of elderly people in an elderly Volvo their expectations rose high as the two of them pulled out of the driveway toward the vacation both had longed for they knew it would be only a few hours duration Only forty five miles to the city, that passed quickly ah a nice lunch no fast foodie thingy a movie was the ticket- a good one Barnes & Noble was our host for two hours more they served coffee and loads of happy peruses we held hands in...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Justi6350/716228Once upon a time We all know that was Longer than anyone can Remember or likely count Stuff went on then, lots of it God created the Heavens and the Earth Lucifer led an uprising took a third of The Angels and marched against God God threw the lot of them out Down to earth he tossed them They were still ugly and corrupt They made all they touched evil God is powerful He switched the poles Turning the world asunder, flooding it Freezing it into an ice age of longer than We know. It melted into...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Justi6350/713757It is tedious Yet another child who-do Is it recipes you want With photos no doubt Not so, not so, can’t do it All I want at the moment is To stretch this child’s life from Along a clothesline from birth to middle She may not have been different However, she knew no body like herself She was born a five and one-half pound adult Soon but not very soon, she told all who listened She was just a short one of those big people Those who lived in her home, parents they were Not arrogant but adequate...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Justi6350/712881I wrote this some time ago, I did not see that I had posted it here. Hope you don't mine. Justi Today I am talking to you Not an in-your-face thing but, I’m not begging either. This is a little old fashion I know But like Mama said, “Do something or get down off that throne now! My Mama and Daddy were just ordinary people back then. Today they would not be that. They would be very special, yes they would be. You see they bought extra poppies on Veterans Day. That meant another dollar...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Justi6350/712666I wrote this poem four years ago. I hope that in 2016 I can still experience the last line of it. Forgive me for reposting. I am not a prolific poet. God bless and keep all of you. Delicate chains wave to and fro Blown by the breath of God Gently in the wind they move Clink, a note, a key, a string of tones Weaves into melodies; music to my heart Sunshine plays a color symphony In the little glass beads on each chain First chain is green, then yellow, on to orange Then red, and blue followed...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Justi6350/712554I didn’t know you knew that, who told you I did not, no it was not I, you are making me out to be a lollapalooza, a mind snoozer, at best a mental looser so it isn’t true Your concept of who I am, what I look like or even how smart or not I am does not compute You said you thought I was cute, well toot-toot In such matters past tense is a sure fire offense I know you and those of your ilk you think you are all there is and a bag of chips to you all others are dips You look for my...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Justi6350/711922I can't hold you on my lap again baby girl you've grown into a woman all your own I can't chase a ball with either of you my sons You've both gone home to be with Jesus Today is a painful one, Cissy you need me and I can't be there for you This day holds another pain, Boys I need you and you can't be here for me As much as this day hurts, it is a blessing My daughter you are a beautiful Christian A sweet daughter and a loving mother My sons to be in Heaven is the ultimate My happiness is...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Justi6350/710284THE CROSS IS EMPTY I didn’t notice the dirt until the cleansing began. Oh it was horrible, gut wrenching, the stench-the pain. A film of decaying filth covered lies self-delusion intimidation and always fear. Invisible tumors and open sores were all over from the practices of arrogant snobbery violent anger and self-righteous pride. My heart burst and spattered onto those I loved more than myself. They were dying or betraying me. I didn’t notice my dirt. I wouldn’t hurt anyone, I was sure of...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Justi6350/709024You played host to it a time or two and named It. Another one had It and named It accordingly. It has been in my temple for days now and I named It. I renamed It, I called It other names still It remained. It has to be a something it gnaws at my mind. It blurs my vision. It makes my skin itch. It fools my hearing. It steals my sleep, my peace, my joy even my understanding. Can It be a evil spirit? Can It simply be common depression? No It is too uncommon to be common depression. It hurts. It...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Justi6350/708425This time of year its my heart you know The old heart is the senses director I love the sounds hymns and ditties alike I love the colors once red and green now A to Z I love the scents cinnamon, nutmeg and cedar I love children's laughter, clatter of pots and pans in the kitchen baking, roasting oh and cocoa and peppermint Face it I am in love and I wanted to tell you about it. MERRY CHRISTMAShttp://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Justi6350/708287Today I am talking to you Not an in-your-face thing but, I’m not begging either. This is a little old fashion I know But like Mama said, “Do something or get down off that throne now! My Mama and Daddy were just ordinary people back then. Today they would not be that. They would be very special, yes they would be. You see they bought extra poppies on Veterans Day. That meant another dollar veteran’s retirement fund. They did not check the best charity for the tax return, no. They sought out...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Justi6350/708212Ah I saw her today, you know the lady I knew, that one who came into the store I had I was blessed, another lady came up and began talking with the first lady and I was freed from remembering either their names. Most things and people I know are just that, people I know. Some cases are much better you can use a title and those are easier to remember, like my pastor, I can call him pastor I don’t have to remember his name. I sure wonder sometimes who he is. Now my husband and daughter are a...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Justi6350/707939Skinless This world has lost its skin It falls, plops and lands asunder There is no order only greed of direction The skin that held love has Disintegrated leaving no receptacles Little impartation even to wee ones The skin guarding money has been eaten Pain is the wrapper as if plain brown fits one and all Deception shines and glows in all darkness Anger is the order of the day Lying is called truth by our leaders The world is obese in corruption and It has popped its skin ©Johna moody 12/16/11