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Why Marbles My 1st blog attempt Was an answer to a promise I made to my eldest son when I handed him a jar full of marbles. The marbles were from a collection saved by my mother over the years of my childhood, and I must admit that if left to me I would have already lost all of my marbles. My son asked if I could jot down some of the ways these marbles were used I told him I would write down as much as I could remember and send it to him later. I am the supreme procrastinator of all time which resulted in him sending me a reminder at which time he promised not to lose my marbles and I reassured him that I would get busy and tell him and his children how the beautiful round bits of glass and minerals were used for amusement and competition. My Response2 blog arose out of frustration with the attitudes and lack of respect for our country, our traditional ethics, and educational system. Rons Lyrics and Poetry started just because my scribbles needed a place to rest.

Thursday, March 20, 2014

IMAGINARY WORLD...a song written for Karlin and Austin

STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE IS ON YOUR BEDSPREAD
CHARLIE BROUWN IS HANGIN’ ON YOUR WALL
BUTTER BEAR IS SLEEPIN’ IN THE CORNER
THE RAGGEDY TWINS ARE LAYIN’ IN THE HALL
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AND I’M DRIVIN’ DOWN THIS ROAD THINKING ABOUT YOU
AND ALL THE FUN THAT WE’VE SHARED
GOIN TO SHOWS AT THE THEATER
THE ZOO AND PLAYIN’ IN THE SAND

IN YOUR IMAGINARY WORLD, DOES YOUR DADDY PLAY A PART
HE REALLY LOVES YOU BABY
AND HE NEEDS A PLACE TO NESTLE IN YOUR HEART.
SOME DAY WE’LL GO TO HAWAII, OR MAYBE EVEN VISIT DISNEYLAND
WE WON’T NO IF THAT’S REAL THOUGH, TILL WE’VE GOT THE TICKETS IN OUR HAND

AND MINNIE AND MICKIE ARE WATCHIN HOLLY HOBBY TALKIN TO YOUR SMURFF
AND THE THREE LITTLE PIGS ARE PLAYIN A GAME OF OL’MAID WITH THE WOLF

IN YOUR IMAGINARY WORLD, DOES YOUR DADDY PLAY A PART
HE REALLY LOVES YOU BABY, AND HE NEEDS A PLACE TO NESTLE IN YOUR HEART
HE REALLY LOVES YOU BABY, AND HE NEEDS A PLACE TO NESTLE IN YOUR HEART.


(FADE OUT) AND DONALD AND DAISY ARE WALKIN’ WITH PLUTO, BUGS, AND ELMER FUDD

CHECKING IN TODAY..a poem written by ??

A Minister passing through his church In the middle of the day,
Decided to pause by the altar
To see who came to pray. 
Just then the back door opened,
And a man came down the aisle,
The minister frowned as he saw the man
Hadn't shaved in a while.
 
His shirt was torn and shabby,
And his coat was worn and frayed,
The man knelt down and bowed his head,
Then rose and walked away.
In the days that followed at precisely noon,
The preacher saw this chap,
Each time he knelt just for a moment,
A lunch pail in his lap.
 
Well, the minister's suspicions grew,
With robbery a main fear,
He decided to stop and ask the man,
'What are you doing here?'
 
The old man said he was a factory worker
And lunch was half an hour
Lunchtime was his prayer time,
For finding strength and power.
 
I stay only a moment
Because the factory's far away;
As I kneel here talking to the Lord,
This is kinda what I say:
 
'I Just Came By To Tell You, Lord,
How Happy I Have Been,
Since We Found Each Other’s Friendship
And You Took Away My Sin.
Don't Know Much Of How To Pray,
But I Think About You Every day.
So, Jesus, This Is Ben,
Just Checking In Today.'
 
The minister feeling foolish,
Told Ben that it was fine.
He told the man that he was welcome
To pray there anytime.
 
'It's time to go, and thanks,' Ben said
As he hurried to the door.
 
Then the minister knelt there at the altar,
Which he'd never done before.
 
His cold heart melted, warmed with love,
As he met with Jesus there.
As the tears flowed down his cheeks,
He repeated old Ben's prayer:
 
'I Just Came By To Tell You, Lord,
How Happy I've Been,
Since We Found Each Other’s Friendship
And You Took Away My Sin.
I Don't Know Much Of How To Pray,
But I Think About You Every day.
So, Jesus, This Is Me,
Just Checking In Today.'
 
Past noon one day, the minister noticed
That old Ben hadn't come.
As more days passed and still no Ben,
He began to worry some.
 
At the factory, he asked about him,
Learning he was ill.
The hospital staff was worried,
But he'd given them a thrill.
 
The week that Ben was with them,
Brought changes in the ward.
His smiles and joy contagious.
Changed people were his reward.
 
The head nurse couldn't understand
Why Ben could be so glad,
When no flowers, calls or cards came,
Not a visitor he had.
 
The minister stayed by his bed,
He voiced the nurse's concern:
No friends had come to show they cared.
He had nowhere to turn.
 
Looking surprised, old Ben spoke up
And with a winsome smile;
'The nurse is wrong, she couldn't know,
He's been here all the while.'
 
Every day at noon He comes here,
A dear friend of mine, you see,
He sits right down and takes my hand,
Leans over and says to me:
 
'I Just Came By To Tell You, Ben,
How Happy I Have Been,
Since We Found This Friendship,
And I Took Away Your Sin.
I Think About You Always
And I Love To Hear You Pray,
And So Ben, This Is Jesus,
Just Checking In Today.'
 
If this blesses you, pass it on. Many people
will walk in and out of your life, but only
true friends will leave footprints in your
heart...
 
May God hold you in the palm of His hand
And Angels watch over you..
Please pass this on to your friends
& loved ones. If you aren't ashamed.
 
Jesus said, ' If you are ashamed of me,'
I will be ashamed Of you before my Father.'
If you are not ashamed, pass this on.
 
So, FRIENDS & FAMILY, this is ME ...
"Just Checking In Today"

Wednesday, March 12, 2014

A PRAYER FOR HEALING

HEALING PRAYER. Try not to break it, if you cannot send it, let me know ...
I know I chose my twelve people well, may we receive strength

 and Divine Light ..



This is Father Ignacio's Novena, which began on January 10, 2005 and

 it still has not been broken ... when you receive it, pray a Hail Mary

 and make a special request ... do not forget to work towards your

 dreams, as with you and with God everything is realized so much faster



... "Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee, blessed art thou

 amongst women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. Holy Mary,

 Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death,

 Amen "



(Here make your wish).

A PRAYER TO START THE DAY


Lord, I pray that you bless my day,
That within me you will stay.
That you bless my steps and guide my way
That words of anger not fill my head
But praise for you and love instead.
Lord, I pray that you bless my labors of mind and hand
That they be fruitful in your eyes, and in the eyes of man
Lord, I pray that you protect
My soul from the sins I know and those I forget
My mind from the lies of Satan
My body from the harms of illness
My life from the deceit of others
My spirit from the loss of Hope and the sin of Pride
Lord I pray in you I will abide.
Pray for Special Intentions: Needs of family, friends, Our country, Those in the News, Our Military, Our pastors, Those in need of sustenance.  Those in conditions of suffering. Our martyrs. Mankind.

A PRAYER FOR PEACE AND PROTECTIION

OUR FATHER WHO ART IN HEAVEN, AS YOU WALK INTO MY HOME, PLEASE TAKE

 ALL MY WORRIES, DISEASES, FEARS AND PLEASE PROTECT MY PARENTS,

 BROTHERS AND SISTERS, MY CHILDREN, MY FRIENDS AND ALL MY FAMILY, IN

 THE NAME OF JESUS! AMEN.

JUST ONE THING AT A TIME......FRUSTRATING

 I think one of my frustrations in life has been the recurring theme that there is only one of me to do all the things I want to do or get done.  Regardless of all this talk about multi-tasking one can only focus totally on, and perform just one task at any given moment.  I find myself in that predicament once again.
It has been months since doing any writing, and even longer for my music. The painting and photography that I envisioned having time for when we moved to Las Vegas has received little more than the thought. 

My focus these last few months has been on trying to get my design income regenerating itself and in this process all else has taken a seat at the rear of the bus.  All my creative energies have gone into trying to create some kind of cash flow to handle the day to day cost of survival and some kind of nest egg to take care of the disposal of my body when the soul is called at my my judgment date.  
The strength of my faith seems to be taking a hit from the dark side.  Trusting, in the providence of the Lord God above, seems to be weakening as I feel the pressure of limited existence. 


There are many things in life that one might wish he had done or achieved but it is much more frustrating to realize you may not have time to do all the things that need to get done.  Thus the recurring theme resounds.  I wish there were more of me.  Multiples of myself to do all those things the way I want them done.  In my time frame of course.  This is not the only time in my life that I have had that wish.  The last time I can recall it being this intense was during the home building period of my life. It was different even then.  That time it was to get things done right, to find someone to carry out those visions of homes to satisfy my clients.  This time the need for more of me is to satisfy creativity, legacy, and the care of my family.  A higher cause, as equally frustrating if not more so.