Be fearless they said,
As I sit distraught, yet tearless in bed
I fight though the torment of night,
In hopes of tomorrow’s bright light
I struggle with the damages of life,
As I remember the scars cut by that knife
Oh the devil may try,
To get me to die
But yet I remember the Son,
And what he has done
Thus I push back the dark,
And embrace that holy mark
The holiest of marks of God from above,
That tells me I am so greatly and forever most loved
We watch these videos, that, like our attention, are so short
We build up walls of worthless thoughts in our sad lonely fort
Must we take pause from this destructive path and abort
Let not this cheap art fill our minds and distort
But grab a book and transport
Into a world’s vast and beautiful resort
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I wrote this poem after thinking of all the times I have watched short TikTok/Reels like videos or seen others watch them and how consumed we become with these videos. Ever changing topics as we scroll video to video, not really ever giving our minds a chance to go into deep thought. I constantly wonder how they are shaping our brains and what we especially are doing to those who are still developing. I worry what will happen to society as we lose the deep thinkers who attention spans become like wisps .
Ode to you the bountiful tree
You give us the paper to write of the wonders we see
From you we build homes with such glee
You provide shelter for the bird and the bee
Composed of you the first great ships that traversed the sea
Even provide for us a good cup of tea
Truly I do ask, is there anything you can’t be
For of course God did foresee
The purposeful gift, that he gave us for free
He saw how much love we’d have for thee
So wouldn’t you agree
At least to some degree
That we must protect you by decrees
My magnificent and ever beautiful dear tree
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It will always amaze me how wonderful trees are and the uses we have for them. I love trees, they bring me such happiness to see and be immersed in. As someone who likes to do woodworking, you tend to familiarize yourself with how diverse trees truly are and how many different purposes they all serve.
I wish we did a better job protecting them.
An ode to my beautiful code
Ponder I might as thou compile and load
Is it joy thou dost bode
Will you bring forth such a bountiful treasure like trove
And produce like the abundant fruit of a grove
Or was it in vain that I strove
As I look now at this mess I have wove
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Just a silly poem I wrote about code.
We spend our lives chasing that dime
Trying to grab ahold of what’s “mine”
Leaving our children, to whine
While losing track of precious time
When being present for those we love, is the salt that fills life’s brine
So step out of line
Slow down, and sip the wine
And know it will be fine
To simply focus on those you hold dear and their dwindling time.
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I wrote this poem to remind myself during a very busy time of my life where my job was quite demanding and I had a 1 year old son whom I felt like I barely spent time with due to work. I was reminded that realistically we as fathers only have about 10-12 years to influence our sons before we are no longer their world/hero and start to step out on their own. It is in these precious years we must make sure to set aside the time so we can have an impact on the kind of Man our son will be. The same applies to anyone, Life is about relationships, not money, things, etc. Make sure to spend your limited time with those you love.