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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.
Showing posts with label POETRY. Show all posts
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Saturday, June 30, 2018

COLOR ME HUMAN

COLOR ME HUMAN         (C) Ron Burres


I SEE A LOT OF THEM IN THE NEWS

AND ON THE TV

THEY JUST DON’T SEEM TO SEE THINGS

THE SAME AS ME

THEY SEE HATRED AND ANGER WHERE EVER THEY LOOK

WHEN I LOOK OUT AT THE WORLD

THIS IS WHAT I SEE



I SEE CHILDREN SINGING WITH JOY IN THEIR VOICE

I SEE PARENTS LOVING GIVING LIFE AS THEIR CHOICE

I SEE BLINDNESS OF COLOR IN THE MAKING OF MAN

I SEE SAMENESS IN ALL

JUST THE ONE RACE

HUMAN

Sunday, March 15, 2015

DO YOU REMEMBER

Ron Burres 5/27/2010
DO YOU REMEMBER

FROM HIS WHEEL CHAIR 
HE SPOKE

DO YOU REMEMBER HOW HARD WE FOUGHT
DO YOU REMEMBER WHY
DO YOU REMEMBER THE RIGHTS WE SOUGHT
WHEN WE WENT TO DIE
IT WASN’T JUST ABOUT OUR PRIDE
ALTHOUGH WE HAD THAT TOO
WE CHOSE TO GO AND JOIN THE FIGHT

BRINGING  JUSTICE TO OUR CAUSE 
TO ENSURE A HERITAGE JUST FOR YOU

EVEN THOUGH FREEDOM IS A RIGHT
IT IS SELDOM GIVEN FREE
GOD BLESS THE SOULS THAT GAVE THEIR LIVES
FOR STRANGERS LIKE YOU AND ME

ALWAYS REMEMBER WHY

A PICTURE IN MY MIND © Ron Burres

A PICTURE IN MY MIND                                    © Ron Burres

I HAD THIS PICTURE IN MY MIND
OF A GENTLE AGELESS LOVE
THAT EXISTED THROUGHOUT
ALL TIME
OF WARM SUMMER BREEZES
ON WHITE SANDY BEACHES
SHARED WITH YOU

LIKE SOME UNENDING RHYME

Monday, June 9, 2014

DRIFTING IN MY MIND

DRIFTING IN MY MIND    (C) Ron Burres  2014


YOU TURN GENTLY IN YOUR SLEEP
YOUR BREATH SPEAKING SOFTLY TO MY HEART
AS IT BEGINS TO POUND WITH IN MY CHEST

I LAY THERE LISTENING TO THOUGHTS
THAT GO DRIFTING THROUGH MY MIND
DISCOVERING A ME I THOUGHT WAS LOST
WAY BACK  IN ANOTHER LIFETIME

THE AMERICAN SOLDIER

THE AMERICAN SOLDIER    (C) Ron Burres 2004

(Song spoken  MUSIC: Battle hymn of the republic in background)


I AM THE HEART AND SOUL OF OUR COUNTRIES FIGHTING MAN
WHO DIED FIGHTING ON FOREIGN SOIL PROTECTING THOSE IN ANOTHER LAND
THEIR FREEDOM WAS MY GOAL, YES FREEDOM WAS MY GOAL

I PROUDLY CARRIED THE STARS AND STRIPES, THROUGH BATTLES IN FREEZING COLD
I'VE FOUGHT IN DESERTS, ON LAND AND SEA, WITH A HEART BOTH BRAVE AND BOLD
IV’E DIED ALONE ON FOREIGN SOIL WITH MY FAMILY CRYING THERE AT HOME.

I AM THE SPIRIT OF THOUSANDS OF SOULS, THOSE WHO DIED BEFORE THEIR TIME
THEY GAVE THEIR ALL FOR FELLOW MAN, THEY NOW REST IN SOME FOREIGN LAND
THEY FOUGHT FOR FREEDOM, YES FREEDOM WAS THEIR GOAL

THEY FOUGHT BESIDE ONE ANOTHER OTHER, REGARDLESS OF COLOR OR CREED
WITH FAMILIES LEFT AT HOME TO MOURN, THEY CAME TO PROTECT A HUMAN NEED
WHERE ARE THOSE OTHER COUNTRIES NOW,  WHERE ARE THEY WHEN WE BLEED,  

STAND UP AND BE COUNTED, STAND UP FOR WHAT IS RIGHT
STAND UP FOR THOSE OPPRESSED FOR THOSE WHO CAN NOT FIGHT
STAND WITH HEADS HELD HIGH STAND AND MAKE US PROUD AGAIN
WE FOUGHT FOR WHAT WAS RIGHT  OUR DEATHS WERE NOT IN VAIN


GOD BLESS THE U.S.A.

HOLD HER HAND

 HOLD HER HAND TONIGHT     © Ron Burres
Father, hold her hand tonight
as she leaves this earthly darkness, and walks into your light
She loved you so, 
as only you can know.  
Dear father hold her hand tonight.
Angels rejoice and sing 
as another is coming home to accept her pair of wings
She spent her time well while on this earthly plane, 
but now she’s really home
Thank you Father for blessing our lives
 with this special soul
We know she was just on loan.

Sunday, May 18, 2014

FORGIVE ME LORD

FORGIVE ME LORD              ©Ron Burres

ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS ASK
IF YOU KNOCK THE DOOR WILL OPEN
ASK AND YOU WILL RECEIVE

AS A PRODIGAL RETURNS I PRAY
FORGIVE ME LORD

FATHER I KNOW YOU WEPT
AS MY LIFE WENT ASTRAY
AS MY STEPS AND WEAKNESS
TOOK ME FURTHER AWAY

I KNOW NOW THE LASHES
THAT TORE THE SKIN FROM HIS BACK

THORNS DRAWING BLOOD
UNTIL IT COVERED HIS HEAD

THE WEIGHT OF THE CROSS
AS HE STUMBLED AND FELL

FORGIVE ME LORD
FOR THE PAIN I ADDED THAT DAY

FATHER I KNOW YOU MUST HAVE WEPT
AS YOU KNEW THE PRICE HE WOULD PAY
FOR THE GRACE OF FORGIVENESS
THAT I PRAY FOR TODAY

I KNOW YOU WEEP WITH TEARS OF JOY
EACH TIME WE PRODIGALS TURN
AND HEAD TOWARD HOME
AS WE PRAY FOR FORGIVENESS
THAT WE COULD NOT EARN. 

HE SAID
ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS ASK
IF YOU KNOCK THE DOOR WILL OPEN

ASK AND YOU WILL RECEIVE