Eden Prairie Prose

THE JOLLY RANCHERS

2011-04-15T20:41:00.000-07:00

THE JOLLY RANCHERS

Roger A. Davis

La Hacienda in K.U. town
Is next to the bus stop for Greyhound
A wainscot brick yellow garaged duplex
To the west, the kids’ nightclub “The Ranch” is next

A bus stop is across the street in Pick-N-Pay convenience store’s parking lot
Where Conoco fuel is bought
They also offer 25¢ air
It closes at 11:00 p.m.; but their lights leave a big glare

Dillons is two plus blocks to the west
There goes James - no matter the weather, it is for him no big test
City busses run on 6th Street, too
All over Lawrence, they haul the crimson and blue

Our address is 2537 Bremer Drive
(Lawrence, KS 66049)
Where, once again, we have survived
Write us, friends old and new
We’ve got plenty of time to answer you

PLAYING CATCH

2011-04-15T20:40:00.000-07:00

PLAYING CATCH

Roger A. Davis

The flight of a ball
Says it all
When the receiver is your son
Whether the ball is caught or not, it is pure fun

GOD WENT COUNTRY ON THE CROSS

2011-04-15T20:39:00.000-07:00

GOD WENT COUNTRY ON THE CROSS

Roger A. Davis

The combination of the blues and all the love of us’ems hues
Can Country become distinct?
Nah, it’s Eden’s missing link
Eden is Prairie Prose
Where The Word became flesh and overcame all His foes
Prose, rhythm and song
Hey! Let us all get along
For The Maker has come back and He is on His throne
The Grand Ole Opry is His tone!
You name them, they’re all there
Minnie Pearl to Fred Astaire
Why is it Country?
All creatures great and small
He made them all
Yet, it’s a baby in a manger so meek and mild
And Our Father creator started this world as a child
Yes, as The Creator
There was a rectal traitor
Gunfights at the O.K. Corral, wars and rumors, too
Fallen nature through and through
So, Eden’s sod
Was no longer home for God
Heaven bound until the Son of Man brought back the Bride on a groom’s quest
For us and the rest
The Father! is here now and the whole world has gone Country
Saving the best for last?
Heck no!
It’s ham and beans; molasses, too
Peach cobbler, rye bread, sand plum jelly – eat until your face is blue
“Come on, partners, gather round”
For an old-fashioned hoedown

SENIOR NIGHT

2011-04-15T20:38:00.000-07:00

SENIOR NIGHT

Roger A. Davis

Reed, Little, Morningstar
KU fans come from afar
Like Bob, Carol, Ted and Alice
To the Phog palace

Some worshipped via TV; for me, it was 104.9
Bob Davis, describing the divine
Journal’s newspaper coverage of the event
Helps us appreciate the sacred covenant

The boys standing with families among the flowers thrown
Speeches coming; laud, laughs and tears will set the tone
For many of us, it’s the best game of the year
Now, God, please … at Final Fours may we appear

FORGETTING THE BLESSING

2011-04-15T20:36:00.000-07:00

FORGETTING THE BLESSING

Roger A. Davis

Forgetting the blessing, we ain’t talking before a meal
A savory sigh or burp seals the deal
We’re talking the privilege to serve
Being humbled enough to know it is God’s power in you
It’s your only reserve

You are a unique instrument wonderfully made
Forgetting the blessing is this feeling
“I have so much to do before I can rest
You know I’ve got to be my better best”

Grace says He made this day with discordant notes or a gentle symphony
And all you’ve got to do is be me

HOMETOWN HUMOR

2011-04-15T20:35:00.000-07:00

HOMETOWN HUMOR

Roger A. Davis

Sunday funnies spread on Mom and Dad’s bed
Later, Papa Grace throwing dinner rolls at your head
Pass the butter dish with a twist
Oops! Buttered hand; pound the other fist

A trilogy of youth memory treasures
The simple hometown life pleasures
To share this in a comforting way
Is what I live for every day

MY DESK

2011-01-19T10:35:00.000-08:00

MY DESK

Roger A. Davis

My desk is a place to meditate
At first, the heart ruminates
It could be about the past, the present or the future
Then comes forth an idea that touches me as a spiritual, healing suture
I have, for the most, been absent from you web page friends
Months and months of pain, I have sustained
Many wonder would I on this earth remain
Though I’m lame and bruised
All of God’s works leave me mirthfully amused
Gained an appreciation for the homeless through loss
Though there are some out there who think we should be garbage to be tossed
I know for a fact He wastes not a thing
Leftovers and broken-hearted lovers are His special thing
I have come back from the dead, so to speak
Hoping and praying that I never again get that weak

CURIOSITY KIDS

2011-01-19T10:33:00.000-08:00

CURIOSITY KIDS

Roger A. Davis

I’ve got a friend who works for me - James is his name

He is blessed with childhood curiosity which makes us a special pair
Because I also have the same love affair
We will pick up a rock from the ground, or look for treasures in the trash
Exciting is to find a penny or any cash

Garage sales are our theme parks
All over Lawrence, we will be happy as larks
Our house is a museum and James is the caretaker
I am the cook and the candlestick maker

Every day is Christmas to us
Though we experience negatives, we count it all a plus
So, welcome to Santa’s house and his elf
Because we think everybody is top shelf

Dedicated to James Campbell, my devoted friend

THIS WE KNOW

2011-01-19T10:32:00.000-08:00

THIS WE KNOW

Roger A. Davis

Edison’s bulb
Einstein’s bomb
And the new products will be made with atoms, particles and space plus light
The unknown author says,
“It all comes from my creation throne”

Michael Crichton at his desk having these thoughts
Hey! This would be a great movie
Knowing the book will be a best seller sold in lots
I can see it now, a comedy with Whoopi

CHALK BOARD

2011-01-19T10:29:00.000-08:00

CHALK BOARD

Roger A. Davis

Slate is clean
But on the flip over back is the most artistic scene
Who works at this school?
A new Rembrandt?
I was sent in to brush off the chalk
But can’t move or talk
The beauty, the colors and the rainbow have taken me into their tow
I have been drawn into the work
It is a scene from a Sierra park

RECYCLED

2011-01-19T10:26:00.000-08:00

RECYCLED

Roger A. Davis

The full recycle bin
Who is coming to make this matter new as a pin?
It is the author of ages old
To incorporate the daily grind, victories, new successes and a few failures into a different mold

Question: Will it pass the Good Housekeeping test?
Wait! The author found an article that can’t be consumed
That being the original intention
Whether a given gift to another or self, for that there is no tomb

BLACK ICE

2011-01-19T10:15:00.000-08:00

BLACK ICE

Roger A. Davis

Licorice snow cone
Slurp, slurp, and then
A very delightful moan
This sets today’s tone

Oh! How is this day going to be?
I think it’s in my attitude, you see
I’m not allowed to dwell on the past or I get blue
And not too many moments in the future because it’s new

So I live for the moments
This I have
Family, friends and love
And I know it comes from above

OLIVER'S POEM

2010-07-03T17:58:00.000-07:00

OLIVER’S POEM

Roger A. Davis

Hands like Cole Aldrich
They help me when I have to counter switch
Oliver thinks he is a klutz
Not true, he helps me very much
Finding items I can’t reach on my own
Always smiles, never a help-yourself moan
Hy-Vee is lucky to have Oliver as an employee
Again, you are TOP SHELF to me

HANG MAN

2010-07-03T17:56:00.002-07:00

HANG MAN

Roger A. Davis

A word game at which I’m the best
Try me and you’ll say yes
5 letters, give me one
Torso, legs, arm, head – son of a gun
Please, a word with an “x”
I bet I’ll be a winner. What next?
Mauve or another color
Please, you’ll suffer
A childhood game, some say
But that stickman won’t hang; no way

GRAVITY OF THE SITUATION

2010-07-03T17:56:00.001-07:00

GRAVITY OF THE SITUATION

Roger A. Davis

Do you feel weighted down?
Newton’s Law of Gravity measures your body by the pound
Now these situations of life
You have options to deal with strife

A leap of faith will break your fall
Kind of like betting it all
We want to hold onto few
Yet God gave it all for you

He had no choice but to save everyone
Mankind, look at the photo finish – He won
Making all your selections is not that grave
And that’s for everything, Tom and Dave

NOBODY'S PERFECT

2010-07-03T17:55:00.000-07:00

NOBODY’S PERFECT

Roger A. Davis

Nobody’s perfect.

Not true. The body of Christ is, and that being His bride on earth as it is in Heaven.

And it is, because it is in God’s or, let us say, Our Father’s mind, heart, soul and spirit.

It was that way in the beginning and always shall be, and the church says, ‘Amen!’

Now, the church is not just born-again Christians. That’s a given. The church is everyone who has been born and will be.

For God so loved the WORLD. He gave his only begotten Son, which is Himself, one of the Trinity. And the three cover all that has happened in history and that shall come to pass.

Do you choke on this?

Well, if you do, remember you were all a long way off in your minds until you were convinced you were found by His amazing love.

Jesus saved and saves by His blood power, given freely for all who might come to know Him.

Could this not be beyond your last breath? Yes, it can be.

This is the way of escape. For He says He will never give more than you can handle.

The world’s history tells us that our existence is more than we can handle. Death has gotten us all.

Now, death has no claim on our Heavenly Father who has seen that all were in His heart from the beginning. All will be with Him in the end. But He has no ending, so that is eternity.

If He condemns anyone, He would have to condemn Himself. Not possible.

Who will cast the first stone on race, religion, non-religion, creed, or sin? God has come back; the Second Coming is finished.

The homeless man on Massachusetts is Him. The elderly lady eating a donated meal at the Senior Center is her, His bride. You name them; they are in the Book of Life. Don’t you see it?

Life has been swallowed up in death, and death has been swallowed up in victory.

Prayer is conversation. His Word is in every word printed, yet more so in the stories of our own lives.

Why keep searching for something that is already here? Where’s Waldo?

Have you entertained angels unaware? Yes and no. If you have even given a cool drink of water, you have done it unto Me. Your reward is great – a loving heart.

Seriously, how much more can you want? Open our eyes to what the Spirit of the living God is saying to His creatures.

This I know … we are all precious in His sight.

It’s not ‘What would Jesus do?’ You are Jesus. Time could stand still or go backwards, or skip ahead a thousand years, and you would not be more loved than you are now. The only thing that remains is to be who we are created to be – a creature of praise.

Police, military and all kinds of angels are present in this world for lawbreakers.

What the world needs now is love, sweet love.

See Christ in all. The veil of understanding is being lifted to be known as we are known.

And the Church says, ‘Hey, man, you’re crazy!”

I wrote this poem in less than 22 minutes. Yet, it has taken me 60 years to learn it.

How long will it take you? In a twinkle of the eye?

Some are called to serve the crumbs from the banqueting table. Yet, Christ called the poor in spirit, of which many are the rich of the world.

It’s like the song ‘Proud Mary.’ On the Riverboat Queen, we know how to give. It’s not tithes. It’s in laughter, song, and creative endeavors – priceless things. Money is just money. Taking any with you?

I was a stumbling block. But, no more. For the foolishness of God is wiser than the wisest man to ever live.

Seriously, God the Father, God the Son, God the Holy Spirit, is upon the earth in each of us.

ICE BOX PHILOSOPHY

2010-07-03T17:52:00.000-07:00

ICE BOX PHILOSOPHY

Roger A. Davis

Pictures of extended family adorned Peggy’s and my refrigerator
Plus magnets with figurines - just call me an ice box curator
My Aunt Donna sent me sayings that were attached to her kitchen cold spot
Yet, when she shared them, my poetic heart got hot

Here, for all readers, are treasures of philosophy
To get your day started with glee

You may search the universe for someone more worthy of your love and affection than yourself,
but such a person does not exist.
---Buddhist proverb

Reach out in the early morning mist
As the day’s sun
Breaks the calmness of the night
And rise to the new day
Shake hands with the world
And smile
It’s great to be alive
---Jonivan

Duty pours a glass of milk
But Love stirs in a little chocolate syrup

Now, paste it on your ice box door
And you can have a morning gourmet meal that will sustain your inner core

Thank you, Donna. You truly practice what you preach.

Love,
Roger

NO REGRETS

2010-07-03T17:43:00.000-07:00

NO REGRETS

Roger A. Davis

We all have regrets. But in heaven, there are none. If there were, the statement “No sorrows or tears” would not be true. So the prayer, “On Earth as it is in Heaven,” needs to be played out in each of our lives.

Many of us spend a lot of time with apologies. Even after a put-down, thinking, “If only I would have responded with a zinger.” To a statement like, “You’re old enough to be her father,” the response of, “Well, I am!”

I like the Australian comment, “No worries, Mate,” or “No problemo.” But, alas, it’s not in our normal flow. It takes time or a nature change or revelation that goes so deep into our beings. Supernatural Surgery – a dividing of the soul and spirit, where we are more spirit than soul.

Christianity calls it, “Death to the Old Man.” Other religions have their “Dark Night of the Soul,” “The Phoenix Rising,” “Nirvana Obtained.”

I’m there. My regret is that now I regret that I still regret. I guess that sounds hedonistic or egomaniacal. Yet, this I know without any shadow of doubt: Nothing will separate us from love or God; especially not regrets.

So, don’t bother him with making up for lost ground. Plow on, you harvesters of right thinking.

ALLISON ALL-IN-ONE

2010-06-04T13:27:00.000-07:00

ALLISON ALL-IN-ONE

Roger A. Davis

Allison: So much wrapped up in one so young

A caring sister, gymnast, cheerleader and student
No one can stuff Allie in any drab compartment
A free spirit who loves Sloppy Joes
Allison has more ability than others in just one of her balancing toes

Allison told me that Texas Hold’em was a drinking game
Readers, imagine Allison and roommate going all-in
In that game, does anyone win?
Kiddo, to me your compassionate ways have cleaned us out
Here’s hoping you will always know that you are cool - and that, never doubt!

Therefore, cheer us on in your black clad pants
But give us a break, you white witch
Turn off that magic trance switch
But not for long
For all in the world need your young girl song

Roger A. Davis
700 Comet Lane, Apt. A101
Lawrence, KS

BREANNA-KELSEY TWINS

2010-06-04T13:26:00.000-07:00

BREANNA – KELSEY TWINS

Roger A. Davis

Saw them today in a new light
I could see Breanna only on my right
No frontal view, but like a cameo brooch
Then, when I saw Kelsey as she approached
It dawned on me
Twins!

Kelsey was visiting as she worked her job
Wow, she must be a tennis player; she sure can lob
Hy-Vee twins – do you have any more?
They only show their good side, and that times four

Hey, they are a double-headed coin
Kelsey’s and Breanna’s faces are beautifully minted
Hy-Vee, you and they are lucky winners
Solid gold not dinted

I come to this store more than I should
To see your fine collection
Kelsey and Breanna are drawing cards
Because of their courteous attitudes and affection

BRANDON: TO THE FARM AGAIN

2010-06-04T13:25:00.000-07:00

BRANDON: TO THE FARM AGAIN

Roger A. Davis

A man too soon
Being visited with pain
The arthritic cocoon
Our prayer: It will not sustain

For Brandon soon, someday
Will metaphorically need to bale hay
Riding the Kubota and the John Deere mower
Helping commerce like a brand new Black & Decker leaf blower
His kindness has already blown this old man away
And, in only moments, others will feel his loving sway

Of one sister, Kaitlyn, who will be twenty soon
The affliction in Brandon’s voice
Tells us, for this big brother, she is his passionate choice
She shines like the stars and the moon
I count it a blessing to advance and grow in our friendship
On this planet, God’s Spaceship

CHARITY STARTS AT HOME

2010-06-04T13:23:00.002-07:00

CHARITY STARTS AT HOME

Charity starts very early each day at Hy-Vee
Her Kingdom: The great smelling Bakery
Roger is her cookie slave!
There’s a basket with free cookies paved

When approaching the cake display
Every child, like me, intensely wonders, ‘What are the choices today?’
This much we know – Charity and staff
Will fill the basket with goodies that make our stomach laugh

I have a Lawrence Mom, and Charity plays the part

The saying, ‘Charity starts at home,’ is true
400 miles from my real mom in Pratt
Yet, one of Charity’s chats
Makes us glad, not blue

She has my back, too
Guards me from insults, whether false or true
She says, ‘You know, you need Christmas lights on your sleigh. Ho-ho-ho”
Her kids and I know it is true
A mom who is always looking out for you

CLOTHES CHEST

2010-06-04T13:23:00.001-07:00

CLOTHES CHEST

Roger A. Davis

Mother of Pearl and sailing dhows
Asian utility furniture looks cool, wow
Reflects the night light
And for me, helps not to be scared of the night

I store afghans and blankets to snuggle
But I wonder and dream
Maybe it stored a war lord’s treasure
That he gained in life’s struggle

DEBI & JESSICA

2010-06-04T13:22:00.000-07:00

DEBI & JESSICA

Roger A. Davis

14 days of IVs
Debi and Jessica I must see
Jess has little ones
Debi has a college lass and a high school son

I suppose they will soon grow tired of me
For I have an abnormal habit of wanting their stories and family tree
My two grandmas were genealogists
Now I’m a history-seeing old cuss

EVA: REFLECTS A LOVELY LADY

2010-06-04T13:21:00.002-07:00

EVA: REFLECTS A LOVELY LADY

Eva (Eve) was a great blessing today
She is more than First Southern Baptist Church’s secretary in many a way
Mrs. Eva lovingly fears the Heavenly Father
It is to her praise, this Godly woman, I write with an angel wing with #2 lead
As always, not me but by His Glory until we all join the Saints in Jesus
Thank you for being a friend so quick
God bless you, Eva, with bites of manna ever so thick

With thanks to the First Southern Baptist Church
May grace and the knowledge of Jesus
Fill this place in heavenly new ways

Hope to see you on Sunday

JACKIE OH!

2010-06-04T13:21:00.001-07:00

JACKIE OH!

Roger A. Davis

I think of JFK and, later, Jackie O his wife and her tragic life
A world gone mad with strife
Now days, my world is Canyon Court
And this is my good report

Our property manager is named Jackie
And she is no longer a Rookie
If this was a school instead and you were the teacher, Jackie
I would never play hooky

Kid, you got us through summer, fall, a terrible winter, and now it’s almost spring
Jackie, getting the hot tub going has given me just the right thing
I know my temper has flared a few times and always I feel grief
Going back to A101, I pray that you will find solace and relief

You seem to never get bitter nor judge this old man
It has made me your number one fan
Yet, I’m not alone –my neighbors have commented on how much they like you and Mike, too
I hope you believe this because it’s really true

I’m such a kidder, you know, dear
But from the bottom of my hearth, I’m sincere

JUSTIN: SUNFLOWER REPAIR TECH

2010-06-04T13:19:00.000-07:00

JUSTIN: SUNFLOWER REPAIR TECH

Roger A. Davis

Justin, Tech
Fix the box, what the heck!
He likes his two year reign
His wife says it keep her and him sane

Pet lover: Has a dog named Judah, a Lab and Akita mix
God, I hope Justin gets my HD forever fixed
Justin, you look like a brilliant professor on Oread Hill
Sure hope your work this time fills the bill

PATTIE: LIBRARIAN EXTRAORDINAIRE

2010-06-04T13:15:00.000-07:00

PATTIE: LIBRARIAN EXTRAORDINAIRE

Roger A. Davis

To Pattie, my Personal Librarian

An angel came to Canyon Court one March day
Shortly after another snowy, drifty play day
Pattie – her Virginian angel name
An accent so cool, I still hear the refrain
But most of all, Pattie brought me a past love
The world of the Spirit in the form of a dove
This metaphor is the Spoken and Written Word
I know you, also, have ears to hear and eyes to see
Pattie, you’re a missionary to the home bound, don’t you agree?
Books, tapes and, do not forget, visits are the key
You’re God’s servant serving His people
And He could not be more proud of thee

SKYE BLUE WATER

2010-06-04T13:14:00.000-07:00

SKYE BLUE WATER

Roger A. Davis

There are green pastures and still waters that I find at Hy-Vee
The fairy princess who greets us early-risers is Skye, daily
We get a daughter’s smile that says, “Rise and Shine”
Plus, in that greeting, “Enjoy hot coffee,” and, “I hope breakfast is divine”

Roger, stumbling block fool
Gets extra service because he is a tangled fishing line spool
How Skye puts up is beyond thank yous
For this old man can’t help his abuse

Yet her compassionate hurt eyes calm the raging beast
And a calmness of still waters gives Roger relief
Thank you, Skye, for your kindness – not just to me but to everybody
Patrons, suppliers and employees

LISA

2010-04-24T11:24:00.001-07:00

LISA

Roger A. Davis

I met a restaurant manager one day
She seemed to adopt me as a friend right away
All her staff she puts at ease
And she could take a good-natured tease

Lisa, I know you like to kick back
With a drink and a snack
To relax and watch a movie
Your vast taste I find groovy

I’ve witnessed your giving heart
And an inner beauty that surfaces in your smile that gives me a start
A genuine caring gal towards all
You’re a superstar in life’s theater, my little doll

BREE

2010-04-24T11:23:00.001-07:00

BREE

Roger A. Davis

Bree aims to please
Menu selection, she puts you at ease
Stone Creek, her home much of the day
A server with an epicurean way

Braided hair that forms a halo
Bree moves from tables with appreciative eyes in tow
Only one visit, and then on the next
She remembered my favorites without a message text

She seems to carry a burden in her heart
My prayer: It will soon depart
Mushroom soup and chocolate breaded pudding she has served me
Bree has given taste delight memories

Thank you, girl, for waiting on me
And more, with an occasional tease

EDDIE

2010-04-24T11:22:00.000-07:00

EDDIE

Roger A. Davis

Those hip-hugger swaying hips
My, what sweetly formed lips
They sing jukebox melodies
Eddie, never stop, please, please, please
Her song and her beau’s
Puts Eddie in a passionate throe
Wish it could be me, don’t you know
Yet it is enough to be in her afterglow
Garbled words, Eddie, from a country boy hick
But, Sweet Jesus, you light up my Bic

BUFFALO, RABBIT AND PRAIRIE DOG ON CHRISTMAS DAY

2010-04-24T11:19:00.000-07:00

BUFFALO, RABBIT AND PRAIRIE DOG ON CHRISTMAS DAY

By Raddad

My sister Joy inspired me to be a storyteller. She’s a puppet person and Gerald helped. This, kids, is a gift from us - Joy, Gerald and me. I might add: While he was growing up, I told Josh countless episodes of Buffalo, Rabbit and Prairie Dog before he went to bed. He loved them. “One more, please,” he said.

I dedicate this one to him, who said I needed to write a book about them. So, Josh, here is your ‘one more.’

Thank you for being here for me. And, Amanda, I thank you, too.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

There was a big snow storm on Christmas Eve at Mama and Papa Cook’s ranch. On the road near the ranch near the buffalo wallow – there’s no traffic – blizzard – BRRRRR!

You remember that all three live in the pasture in that perfect nest. A wallow made by Buffalo’s prehistoric ancestors.

Well, Buffalo is special. No human eye can see Him. He’s an angel. He has many names – Buffalee, Buffala, Buffalie, and Buffaloo - but, good friends call him ‘Buffalo.’

Prairie Dog and Rabbit live with Him. Prairie Dog and Rabbit had their own hole in the ground called a burrow. They played games every day. They never aged and possessed childlike spirits. But, if you saw them at the ranch, you would just think everything’s normal. Even little Jerrod could never kill them. They are invincible. If they did get hurt, Buffalo healed them instantly.

A good friend to have, huh?

Back to the story …

Prairie Dog and Rabbit were subjected to all of earth’s forces like gravity, cold, heat, and hunger. But, not Buffalo. He’s an angel. Every snow fall, rain, sleet, tornado, whatever, makes Him happy. He loves all of God’s creations – good and bad, just like His Maker.

But then came the Blizzard of 2009. Something changed. Prairie Dog and Rabbit could not find Buffalo, only a large drift in the wallow. But they knew that after every snow, big or little, it melted off of Buffalo instantly because He is extremely warm in the cold and very cool in heat. That is why their homes were not deep.

But Buffalo is not to be seen. Should they worry? Did He leave and go back to Heaven? They called out His name many times.

Another animal appeared, a white hawk, and said, “Don’t be afraid. Buffalo is playing a trick on you. You know He is a jokester. That drift is an igloo covered with snow and Buffalo is looking out at you and laughing.”

Then, right at the moment White Hawk flew away, up pops Buffalo and He has been transformed into a WHITE BUFFALO.

And, do you know what He says?

“CHRISTMAS GIFT!”

This is an old family saying with us. The first to say it on greeting family on Christmas Day wins. No prize; just fun competition. It is said to be an old Southern tradition and has been going on in my family for at least six generations.

As with all of my stories, there is a parable.

The White Buffalo is an animal that represents God. God comes every year and tells us that He is a gift from Him. Our families are our gifts, and this story is a gift from God.

I can’t wait for 2010, so Christmas Gift is for me an every day occurrence.

The following excerpt was copied from the
“Old Governor’s Mansion, Milledgeville, Georgia”
Office of Electronic Educational Services
of Georgia College & State University

Federal Union, Milledgeville, January 2, 1855

A Dull Christmas

That unwelcome visitor "Hard Times," has put his finger into the Holidays, and spoiled to a great extent, the long, coveted enjoyment of two classes in our midst, hitherto supposed to be privileged, by the very laws of Christmas. The negroes and children have had a poor Christmas of it. Masters and fathers have found an immediate use for every cent in their possession; hence the "colored population" have not had the customary representation "in town," and doll-babies, toys, sugar candy, and fire-poppers(*), have been permitted to "lie on the table for the present." This is an unfavorable symptom, and augurs badly to the state of the money market. We could desire no better finance thermometer that Christmas, could we keep it by us. If the negroes have no money, and even refrain from the customary salutation, "Chrismas gif, massa," and the little children stay at home, content to play with last year’s presents, then, indeed, the times are hard. But there’s luck in odd numbers, maybe Christmas in 1855 will be better.

(*) A Mr. Roger’s notation: Did they have Jolly Rancher Fire Stix? Ha ha. Hope you all like Margie’s research for the Davis Family.

P.S. I hope Christmas 2010’s “Christmas Gift” will be more of a warm and cozy kind.

CAPTAIN'S LOG

2010-04-24T11:15:00.000-07:00

CAPTAIN’S LOG
STARSHIP: GENERATION X

Roger A. Davis

We took off last night from our last mission’s location. We were swept into a black hole and were carried and thrown toward Earth. All people on board seem to have gone through a transformation. There is a sense that all things have become new. Our bodies collectively feel young and invigorated. So, the date log is being entered new.

DAY 1 OF EVERMORE

I, Captain Rogers, the oldest of the crew, seem to have gone through the biggest change. As you know from recent past episodes, I had been attacked by aliens. I wrecked space transporters and there were malfunctions during beaming up from abductions. There was a loss of some of my cognitive and other bodily functions, etc. Well, this has not worsened, but seems to be on the mend.

We are now logging what was decided in our flight deck meeting:

• We have entered a new era of space, time and dimension. We are going where no man or being has ever gone before. It is our mission to take this newness of life to Earth, which we view out of our portals. She is so breathtaking!
• We hope, on landing by transporters or beaming down, we will bring this joy we have for each other and all we experience. We might be surprised since our last visit – Earth itself and its inhabitants may have much to teach us.

CAPTAIN’S LOG
DAY 2 ON STARSHIP X

Yes, we had a small mutiny on board. I am no longer the official captain; just in name. And the crew decided to change the Starship name to just “X.”

I’m pretty much confined to quarters but can receive visitors and, I’m told, an occasional outing. It’s a treat just to go to Sick Bay where they treat me like their dad – nice looking women, though. God, how I like the female body!

Now that’s the kind of planet we should visit; one full of gracious ladies needing us to discover the inner most secrets. I know upon these discoveries, we could do away with much that has caused the galaxies harm.

Well, I have my dreams and I just have to do it in a smaller way. And I do mean smaller – one on one.

CAPTAIN’S LOG
DAY 3 ON STARSHIP X

Since the mutiny, I have not been able to shit. Here in space orbit, it happens because the gravity pull is not the same. But, shit does happen.

Anyway, from past experience, I’ve had some weird encounters – heads, toilets, and with other areas for the disposing of body excrements - but nothing like on Day 3.

Trying to go, but with cramping and only gas, and hoping against needing the dreaded IN-AMA ray gun used on my anus. It always takes two people with special protective clothing for the first shot. You may dispense an alien hoard. This is why you need a back-up. Then they use soap suds on the second round; for what, God doesn’t even know.

Well, thank Pluto’s moons; I had the longest shit in my 60 light years. It just went on and on; and, with singing Hallelujahs, ended with a nightcap of diarrhea.

Knowing everything on the ship is recorded because of the fragile ecosystem, I contacted the Command Desk and asked to make an announcement. Being as I was being – a lamb about my stand down from real authority – they piped it to the whole ship. This is what I said:

“You will be happy to know, your Captain wiped out the whole planet of aliens at 7:50 BM. There were no survivors. There were complications, worst ever, for me. They caused much, much hemorrhoid pain. But, after the duration lasted, much pleasure. And a record was set expelling the dead bodies.

First, waste expulsion clogged up. Special equipment was used before a second attempt. A discussion was also needed. We took a chance and, yes, a plunger became necessary. And then, by two more, until all but clean followed.

As your Captain, I feel it is my duty to inform all now that C Deck is fit for inhabitance again.

One more comment: Please, no congratulatory memorials are necessary. My bleeding asshole says it all.

Good Night and Good B.M. to you of the Starship X!”

CAPTAIN’S LOG
DAY 4 ON STARSHIP X

I spent some of my day reviewing back logs to figure out why I was relieved of my command. I know I put up a fight and had to be restrained by a shot from a phaser gun set at 4.

When they brought me a container from Command Deck today, it included cards, poker chips and pornographic material. I guess I did spend more time on these pursuits, encouraging others in these endeavors, than on our mission projects. But, what the hell, I saved their asses so many times from destruction, etc. I was tired and wanted fun. And it seems that every new recruit coming on board is more gorgeous than the one before … well, the men - not so much.

They took me to the Medical Deck. On examining the phaser burn, “Healed up nicely,” they told me.

Getting used to in-house arrest, I had great evenings of meditating on what’s going to happen in the near future. My son will be a Star Fleet Admiral, where he will practice despotism. They won’t be kicking me around much longer.

Guess I’ll brush off the space dust on this magazine called, Titties Float In Space.

CAPTAIN’S LOG
DAY 5 ON STARSHIP X

Drained, been fighting alien janitorial bathroom workers. It seems rashes of these attacks are happening to many of the Fleet Captains. One factor is age, and others say we are too sure of ourselves.

For two days, they wouldn’t let me into the head. Finally, after my brutal calls of, “Mercy!,” they backed off and I was able to immerse into a meditative state, followed by a rare physical feat of complete control of my bowel movements. I went where no man has gone before.

I signed a peace treaty and gave thanks.

GIMP

2010-04-24T11:14:00.000-07:00

GIMP

Roger A. Davis

Have Gimp Will Travel
Yet, looking out for pieces of large gravel
No cartilage in my knees
No pity, please

Cognitive thought with each step
In the wheelchair is the only except
Many across this big wide world have gimps, too
Our hearts go out to those who can’t walk at all like you

So, count your blessings for body mobility motion
It’s a special gift – locomotion
For many count the cost of pain
By the moments, days and years they will live in pain

CHAMELEON

2010-04-24T11:12:00.000-07:00

CHAMELEON

Roger A. Davis

Definition 3 is for me:
Changeable or inconstant person is thee
Think you got Him figured out?
Then you have doubts
The Word says, no shadow of changing
Yet we forget His re-arranging
The multiplex personality is seen in each one of us
Truly God is thus
Bullets and bombs are real
But to Our Father it’s no big deal
For He sees that it’s all the same
He is protected from the “Oh, you should be ashamed”
Because the end result
Is the everlasting love exalt

THE BUILDER

2010-02-01T13:50:00.002-08:00

For Adam Jones

My toy blocks are words. Yet, I have a nephew who builds with steel and wood. He followed in my footsteps in grain management but excelled my example.

Then, one day, I read a poem Adam wrote about Carl; shell casings was the subject matter. Another was one about Carl’s work ethics and character. Each poem was more gracious than the last.

I was totally dumbfounded. Why, because his ability surpassed mine. Was I jealous? No, not even a smidgeon. Because, like me, he is directed by the Holy Spirit for the Glory of the Father.

Then came 'The Old Red Barn.’

Adam, I do not have enough superlatives to tell you how proud I am to be your uncle.

The parable is this: You are excelling at Clarey Construction and using your talents for building up, not tearing down. Your Uncle Roger is a trash man. You, Adam, are the builder of a new generation that is of eternal blocks that nothing can destroy.

Love, Uncle Roger

CIVIL LIBERTY

2010-02-01T13:50:00.001-08:00

CIVIL LIBERTY

Roger A. Davis

I’m obese and I smoke cigarettes
My family is on my case
Now, society has targeted my pace
Newspapers report the need to undo these traits
But it is a choice I and others want in our fates
Taxing our smokes, rising beyond belief
As for leveling off, there seems no relief
When will excess fat be on the tax roll?
If it happens, there goes all my dough
World, don’t for me sob or snob
I like being a smoking fat slob

PUBLISHERS CLEARING HOUSE

2009-12-01T00:15:00.000-08:00

PUBLISHERS CLEARING HOUSE

Roger A. Davis

Publishers Clearing House called yesterday
I decided to have fun and play
Eligible for 25K and another prize
Thus began the lies
I knew their motive – sell magazines
I told them I had wealth beyond means
They said, ‘Have you been to Hawaii, though?’
My response, ‘Five times, don’t you know’
‘Well, how about a new truck?’
‘Don’t need it, got bucket seats of luck’
She gave up and said goodbye
Do you agree this was a brilliant white lie?

EIKO'S PROSE

2009-12-01T00:11:00.000-08:00

EIKO’S PROSE

Roger A. Davis

Spunk and grit and wit
Thinking of you, here I sit
Thanks for the visit, sister
From your little Buddha mister
Counting the moments to see you guys again
My California sister-friends
My family relishes news of what’s going on in the West Coast
Knowing me, our relationship is one of my main boasts
I hold you dearly in my heart
You spunky little sweet tart

ROBERT TAYLOR

2009-12-01T00:09:00.000-08:00

ROBERT TAYLOR

Roger A. Davis

Met a man today who knew many experiences
Yet, joy was his entrée
He served to me stories that included flashes of Wilt “The Stilt”
How do you top that?
By making him laugh
Easy for me, being so daft
One hour on a park bench
Rid the world of its horrid stench
Thank you, Mr. Taylor
From he who can swear like a sailor

DEPENDS

2009-12-01T00:07:00.000-08:00

DEPENDS

Roger A. Davis

Wearing Depends, having trouble in the pool’s deep end
It’s hell, my friend
My new home in Lawrence, KS on Comet Lane
Still putting out that country boy refrain
Though it might be a little more profane
Got freed up from Eden Prairie
To speak my mind is no longer scary
So in the days to come, if it offends
At least you don’t need Depends

YARD BARBER

2009-12-01T00:05:00.000-08:00

YARD BARBER

Roger A. Davis

Cut the grass
Plant the sod
This is the Word of God
He brings the rain and the storm
All is in His form
We are the branches
He is the vine
He is grasping onto us
To be Devine

BEARDED FAT LADY OF THE CIRCUS

2009-12-01T00:03:00.000-08:00

BEARDED FAT LADY OF THE CIRCUS

Roger A. Davis

My dad says this in jest
‘When I was a little girl …’

I’m bearded
I’m fat
Life for me is a circus
My body parts are more girl-like than man
So I decided to charge admission
Now, do I hint a note of suspicion?
Is it the price?
Guaranteed you’ll visit this tent more than twice
Three rings with all the animals and with clowns thrown in for free
Come and have fun with me

ZEN IS ONE

2009-12-01T00:01:00.000-08:00

ZEN IS ONE

Roger A. Davis

Our garden has one rock, one piece of sand
In one oyster is a pearl
One hellacious hourglass figure
One day, she opens her lips
One grain left of time
Zen, the grace of a woman

SPARE A DIME

2009-11-01T00:05:00.000-07:00

SPARE A DIME

Adam Jones

A dusty bronze sculpture sits upon my buffet.
“Spare a dime” is it’s title, but it’s more than just clay.

All my youth it set in my grandparent’s house,
A gift from their daughter and her spouse.
Made in Colorado by someone unknown,
It made its way to Kansas and found a home.

As a boy I gazed upon it every time I was in that place.
One of three cowboy sculptures that brought a smile to my face.
One had a saddle, ready to heave on his horse’s back.
One with a shotgun to guard his treasure chest in black.

But it was the one of a cowboy looking into his open palm,
That drew me in and gave me a feeling of calm.
Pointed toe boots, tight jeans, and shirt half out,
Only in my mind did this olden day wrangler wander about.
With his sleeves rolled up and cowboy hat on his head,
I believed he was just finishing a long day’s work, looking for a bed.
I envied this man for his seeming contentment with life.
He looked full of wisdom with nary a strife.
Bowed legs and a bone thin stature let me know,
He rode for the brand and didn’t have to put on a show.

To many he was just a statue that may not have meant much at all,
But he was good enough for my grandpa to hang on his wall.
That probably explains why I am so endeared,
For I only received him after the day I had long feared.
Losing my grandpa was not an easy thing,
Still gazing upon this cowboy his voice I hear ring.
“Work hard and don’t quit until the jobs done.”
His voice fills my head when I’m out in the sun.
When the going gets tough and I just want to give in,
His memory pushes me on, and I know I can win.

Just a cowboy sculpture, but he sure means a lot,
For he reminds me of my grandpa, never to be forgot.

I SEE MARQUETTE FIRST

2009-11-01T00:01:00.000-07:00

I SEE MARQUETTE FIRST

Adams Jones

The end of a long journey or just a trip for groceries,
This childhood game will always remain in my memories.
As soon as grandpa made the turn at the twelve mile corner,
All our eyes were peeled, wanting to be the winner.

Cruising up and down the hills ready to burst,
That oh so familiar phrase “I See Marquette First!”
At the top of every hill I hoped it would come into view,
Collingwood Grain’s big white elevator of which we all knew.
Peering over the seat in front, were all our childhood faces.
This of course before seatbelts were required in all places.

Grandma may try to steer your attention with questions about school,
Usually causing distraction, as she is the champion still.
Arguments could ensue as many claimed the win,
Needing a referee, it was always grandpa who stepped in.

I find it odd these days when I claim to be the first see,
That my passenger has not a clue as to why I yell out with glee.
It seems not everyone has the need to quench their competitive thirst,
As those who rode in a Martin car and exclaimed, “I See Marquette First!”

HARMONY OF ME

2009-09-21T17:52:00.000-07:00

HARMONY OF ME

Roger A. Davis

My home on the range some thought it deranged. But I’m totally redecorating this house of harmony.

We are now draped in country classic, golden oldies and opera. Our bipolarism is forever fused in harmony in a symphony of colors, silhouettes of Picasso and Rembrandts, and Grandma Moses.

A child was born in the year of 1950 who knew himself, from birth, to be a messenger. The message was innocence and love, as every child is born to bring. But the message weakened as the innocence was dissolved when love was rejected or not given. The child loved as a faithful puppy, even as this old world beat him down. Ghosts, witches and every son-of-bitch scary thing got to this child. His own shadow was not a super hero but a woe.

But he had an insatiable appetite for heroes, especially in books, TV and cartoons. You know he was famished for protection. The bottom dollar is this: Scared shitless, God seemed so distant from him. It was God he searched for. The sun, the moon, and even the stars scared the boy, for he thought he might not see them again when the world nuclearly exploded. God had damned an evil place.

His bipolarism was about to reappear. This foxhole child started many screams of, “Help me, Jesus, or whoever will help!” Are the heavens made of stone? Rock & roll became his savior. The savage beast was suckled.

He was loved and he gave love – at the junior high school dance, while dragging Main Street and having a beer for a treat. Ah, those were the days! Life didn’t seem to be a shit-pot mess.

The beginning of the Peace Generation was the second coming of Christ God in the form of Martin Luther, the Southern Gospel music, peace and free love. Elvis the King was in the house. This stopped the cold war. The Gospel of Rock plugged the annihilation and they have passed it down to this generation.

Those in charge now are the product of party-downers. They are constantly on the go – cruises, casinos, camping, skydiving and the like. Now the next generation needs to know they will enjoy life like you all. For the world has become a fast-paced, ever-changing race for where? Many don’t think they have an eternal perspective but, yes, they do. They are serving my generation now. God will not let their reward fall unnoticed, for it is He who is getting served, because God lives in a man. That man is me, shortly to be released from another mental or medical facility.

It is now God and man restored – sane – but insanely in love with His creation. No longer estranged from my wedded bride, I now banquet with her while listening to Johnny Cash, BJ Thomas, Janis, Karen Carpenter, you name it. We groove and boogie ‘til the cows come home.

A MOMMA'S BOY

2009-07-01T00:09:00.001-07:00

A MOMMA'S BOY

Roger A. Davis

I should be one, remembering coming from you at birth
Many have disputed this and it has caused exceeding mirth
Being the family's boastful storyteller
Is it a middle child thing that I'm such a yeller?

"No apologies necessary," Bobbie Jean will say
Our mom is excellent at accepting the cards as they lay
When I call, she always has time for me
Even it if is during Prime Time on TV

I often read her my writings first
Being a momma's boy, seeking her accolades is my thirst
And as a loving mother should, she fulfills the bill
Never uttering a negative or an unkind trill

"Mom, I'm your momma's boy to our earthly end"
You are my sounding board and more, a great friend
This is your Happy Mother's Day card that I've signed
Thanking the Lord for our relationship that He designed

GARDEN WEDDING

2009-07-01T00:07:00.000-07:00

GARDEN WEDDING

Roger A. Davis

Hannah Elizabeth and Daniel Joseph, thou art wed
Two have become one, to be known on the marriage bed
The service is in an Eden-like place
With flowers, friends, the Trinity and lace

Now each day and moment, a tale of one
The author takes a duet and writes a solo to be sung
So much sweeter, you will see
It is the great mystery

For it is the fashion of Jesus and His bride
And in you, Daniel and Hannah, the Heavenly Father takes great pride
In your union and love vow
Just as our wills to Jesus, we do bow

What He wants is for you to enjoy and grow in grace
Finding His blessings in each and every place
What some might call difficulties, together you will overcome
In the Father, Son, and Spirit, one is now the key sum

This is a poem, prayer and blessing tune
Sunday, 2009, the twenty-eighth of June
May your romance blossom like this prairie garden
And may none of life's weeds make your heart harden

HOSPITAL HOSPITALITY

2009-07-01T00:05:00.000-07:00

HOSPITAL HOSPITALITY
Dedicated to McPherson Memorial Hospital
and the Third Floor caregivers

Roger A. Davis

A good place for getting well
But the reason might be a pain, do tell
Thank God for these houses of healing
Though it seems, at that time, not appealing

We can see the Lord’s hand at work
Just getting results is our perk
For some it may be death, for others new health
It’s all contained in His wealth

To live is Christ, to die is gain
The result of all our pain
Health-givers we meet
Is a special treat

Doctors, nurses, especially the aides
Yet, all staff is part of this gift basket
No mint on the beds
Just helpful meds

Take your meds and the love
Knowing it comes from above

MR. ROGER'S NEIGHBORHOOD

2009-07-01T00:03:00.000-07:00

MR. ROGER'S NEIGHBORHOOD

Roger A. Davis

I’m King Friday
Each day is TGIF, weee!!!
All days are weekends for this retiree
So boogie down, party

My scheduling is based on spontaneity
Unless loved ones have sent an invite
Just looking forward to life's gratuity
Taking in each and every sight

Homebound now because of black outs
Some loneliness, being an 'on the go’ type
Now finding new routes
Dependent on others, let there be no gripe

I have been much aided
Every day I'm persuaded
That whatever the next moment reveals
It is the cards my Heavenly Father deals

My neighborhood is a card, visit, TV, call or email
Or just someone thinking of me
Someday I’ll make bail
Yet, in Jesus, indeed I’m free

So come and take off your work shoes
Enjoy the songs, including the blues
Knowing we are all special in His sight
Have a beautiful day in the neighborhood tonight

STILES ARE THE STYLE

2009-07-01T00:01:00.000-07:00

STILES ARE THE STYLE

Roger A. Davis

A stile is an access way over a boundary
Such as steps over a fence or a wall
The cool part, no gate to close, that’s the key
Not having to put the horse in a stall

We had one on our ranch in Barber County
Going to the adjoining ranch house made it handy
No railing, though, made it a little tense
Yet a small price to pay not having to open a barbwire fence

Cattle gates of oil pipe construction are sweet
The animals stay put because they worry about their feet
Yet, we can drive over and no gate to fight
Just breeze on in as we sit tight

Are you getting the idea, I like things that make access easy?
Elevators and escalators, anything that doesn’t leave you wheezy
Turnstiles and automatic doors
Standard at department stores

If you are out and about and a little old lady needs an assist
Or a child, or a pet, etc., don’t resist
Just remember how good it feels to be cared for
Even a cool cup of water given in His name is amour

CONFIDENCE CONVICTIONS

2009-06-01T01:12:00.000-07:00

CONFIDENCE CONVICTIONS

Roger A. Davis

Being confident of this, that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus. [Philippians 1: 6 NIV]

Muhammad Ali was fond of saying, "I am the greatest." Paul, the writer of the above verse, wrote that he was the least of God's people. Paul's confidence was Jesus dwelling in him; Ali in himself. What is your confidence based on today?

The ongoing world economic shake-up has some people’s confidence levels in the dumpster. Paul learned to be content in whatever the circumstances, whether he had plenty or in need. Most of us are not there yet and anxiety robs us of confidence convictions.

There are some things we can do to have spiritual recovery: (1) Rejoice in our circumstances; (2) Give thanks in all things; and (3) Read and pray God's word. It may not change our circumstances, but we will enjoy each day more.

There are those who have a stock market attitude. If they are having a good day, all is rosy. If not, all is thorny. Let us pray we can get passed that and enter into this conviction.

God has the whole world in His hands and He wants us to enjoy the journey.

THE BOOMBOX OF FORGIVENESS

2009-06-01T01:10:00.000-07:00

THE BOOMBOX OF FORGIVENESS

Roger A. Davis

Corrie ten Boom, author of The Hiding Place
No bitterness in her life, not a trace
Corrie learned it’s by God, not of herself, that she forgave
This allowed her to share His love, being graciously brave

In the Netherlands, the family saved many Jews from annihilation
They were caught and sent to camps of concentration
Some of family members were released but not Betsie, Corrie or Casper their dad
Casper died on the way, then Betsie at Ravensbruck, so sad

"There is no pit so deep that God's love is not deeper still"
Betsie told Corrie this before entering into God's eternal will
Corrie was accidentally released by a clerical mistake
Ten books have been written about this woman of God, she was no fake

"Be kind and compassionate to one another, forgiving each other, just as in Christ God forgave you." [Ephesians 4:32 NIV]
Corrie experienced this in a way that hardly seems true
Later, she met the cruelest of the former camp guards one day
He extended his hand, she had to pray

Then she grasped his hand and felt the most intense love of God ever in her life
Verifying the scripture above, so let the Lord rid ourselves of all bitterness and strife
We have found if we praise Him in all things
He will cleanse us, The King of All Kings

Corrie ten, the boombox to the world, her sweet music can still be heard
She left us many a melody, those of a lady who practiced God's Word
So let us, too, be an instrument of praise and thanksgiving
Growing more in Christ's likeness while we are still living

DAYS OF THEN

2009-06-01T01:08:00.000-07:00

DAYS OF THEN

By Gene Henry

He sits in the room, all alone, trying to stay strong
Another sleepless night, a night forever long
He rests his weary head and hugs his pillow tight
He sobs so deep and sad, as he kisses her good-night
He tosses and turns, and kicks the covers free
He silently starts to scream, why did she have to leave
He feels the empty void, utterly alone
But then again, why not, the love he had is gone
Sometimes at night, it all becomes clear
It is at times like these, he knows she’s really near
He lays back down again, and tells the night good-bye
His heart is overflowing, overflowing through his eyes
The alarm goes off, as usual, he barely hears its vibes
All he hears and knows is why
Why did she have to die!!!
He thinks he’s mad at God, and feels guilt from that inside
He quickly looks about, a good safe place to hide
He thinks he’ll lay back down, a moment, maybe two
And wonders to himself, what am I going to do?
As he drifts with the sandman, his dreams are filled with mist
He knows that she is near; he just felt the softest kiss
He wonders how he’ll make it through; his world was filled with her
Empty days of now, how he wishes for days of then

HOW HE PRAYS FOR DAYS OF THEN

Zoo Uncaged

(Grief cannot be read or told - only felt)

PESSIMISM TO PEPTIMISM

2009-06-01T01:06:00.000-07:00

PESSIMISM TO PEPTIMISM

Roger A. Davis

Does evil outweigh good?
Do you think you are being misunderstood?
There is one who knows better than a brother
It’s God, The Father, like no other

Some walk in veils of gloom
Expecting and accepting attitudes of doom
Been there, done that, for times untold
Happy days now, I’m gospel bold

I go to a pep rally at a UMC Fellowship
A chance to praise and worship
Where we are edified for the race to run
Our Savior enjoys His family’s having spiritual fun

Where we are turned into His likeness, too
By His word, freed from pessimistic glue
Here is a coined word, ‘Peptimist.’ What’s that about?
Peptimist: Christians by hope and faith, reaction; gospel cheers they shout

They read Romans Chapter 8
And such joy does it translate
Their voices and hearts soar above
By trusting in His Holy Love

So turn your whine into song
Because in His love is where you belong
And wherever the pep rally is, Jesus will appear
For, if it is just two or three, that, too, He finds dear

LAND OF AHS

2009-06-01T01:04:00.000-07:00

LAND OF AHS

Roger A. Davis

My four adopted Japanese-American sisters flew into Wichita
First leg of seeing many an ‘Ah’
On to Hutchinson to stay with Eve
Up real early to go gambling, would you believe?

We met in McPherson at Perkins for my seatmate
Then it was on to Prairie Band to check out our fate
Chez rode with me and she is a blast
Regaling me with stories of her past

I pointed out ahs like Fort Riley and the Flint Hills
Told later, my swerving gave the family following us the chillsAfter rest stops toward our destination
We reached Prairie Band of the Potawatomi Nation

Checked in luggage, then to the slots we went
This began the pocketbook money dent
Eve ended up the only winner of bucks
The rest of saying, 'Aw shucks!'

Enjoyed a buffet dinner with Amanda and my son
The girls gave gifts to all; this was very fun
One of mine was an ivory tiger to wear
The sisters really know how to share

Next day, after a short slot session
We started our Eden Prairie School procession
Gas stop in Abilene had a gift store
Those California girls got Oz gifts galore

Lindsborg, Marquette, and then my abode
Again, fantastic stories Chez told
Eve really enjoyed the place
Being a one room schoolmarm face

Marge did her PC tricks on my files
And we parted there with hugs and smiles
We met that night at Aunt Donna's with my relation
Girls giving presents, plus a great meal sensation

Much give and take at the table
But I got more than my share
Don't you feel my concern, my being a disable?
Mom said it’s just subtle love and care

I left early - just tired, not mad
My emotions: enjoyed the journey and a little sad
The girls got a tour of Donna's place
It included a doll with Shirley Temple's face

Next day, Eve had family come and go
Wish I could have been a mouse to see that comical flow
Friday, a salt mine descent
Then back to L.A. they went

Marge called me when they got to LAX
So I could sleep and not be vexed
In this Land of Ahs, this was my favorite trip
The fellowship really righted my broadsided ship

PRAIRIE BAND'S MAIN SERVING HAND

2009-06-01T01:02:00.000-07:00

PRAIRIE BAND’S MAIN SERVING HAND
(Nancy’s Poem)

Roger A. Davis

Nancy Wahwedtten is her name
At the casino, she has gained much fame
Rising to drink supervisor now days
With her smile, attitude and winning ways

Nancy is my favorite for bringing sodas to my seat
I get a peck and a big hug when we meet
It may be because I'm her big live teddy bear
She really conveys love and care

She has two girls she lovingly talks about
And, once in a while, mentions her ex who is a lout
Yes, most of our talk is on an upbeat note
So this is why, of all the employees, she gets my vote

Nancy liked to ride her quarter horse and thoroughbred
Let them go, no place to keep and cost much to be fed
A passion for golf, she happily told me
Just for fun, keeping no score leaving the tee

Owning restaurants is in her resume
And she still likes to cook to this very day
Spaghetti is a specialty dish
Sharing a plate with her is my wish

When we greet, it seems as if we’re lifelong pals
I pray she will always be the chief server of the gals
So, Nancy, my good friend, if you get sad
Reread this poem, and may the Lord Jesus make you glad

WHEELCHAIR HELPERS

2009-06-01T01:00:00.000-07:00

WHEELCHAIR HELPERS

Roger A. Davis

Others in their chairs have helpers in tow
For me, it is usually solo
Unless it’s the valet or my son
For them, it’s not much fun

Loading my portable is a strain
It causes me a lot of back pain
At the Golden Eagle, Security does the deed
I’m so thankful for them meeting this need

Since I found to use my feet
It’s easier to go backwards in my seat
I must often turn my neck
To avoid people and not have a wreck

I’m teased of needing backup lights installed
Or an alarm, or whatever it’s called
Yet, most people give me the right-of-way
I say, ‘Thanks and have a good day’

Power scooters or wheelchairs you readily see
Mine for home-use cost an amazing fee
Thanks, all you taxpayers, for the customized chair
But, somehow, it doesn’t seem fair

Handicap accessible is really cool
So happy to have it at Eden Prairie School
Boys and girls bathroom doors are too small
I can still walk to the shower and stall

I was asked to write this poem by my friend Eiko
The suggestion was generated by what, I don’t know
I guess it was the grumbling of, for one, my brother
And of my son, the other

It’s my own fault to be this disabled
Taking in too much food at the dinner table
They have every right to vent their distaste
If our roles were reversed, would I helpingly hesitate?

EMAIL

2009-05-01T01:21:00.000-07:00

EMAIL

Roger A. Davis
raddad715@hotmail.com

This is my email address
I feel our blog site is a success
I've chosen this day to confide
Deciding to no longer hide

Need to see if you are being reached
A reply I do beseech
Something about esteem
Pat on the back, it would seem

I want to know I write not in vain
Are you sharing my joy and pain?
Self-centered is this appeal
Any reply would fill the bill

A good, bad or an ugly critique
This is what I seek
I have said I do it for God's glory
But I want to hear your story

So get on your pc
And communicate with me
I will reply in a rhyme
In due time

If you send a thumbnail sketched biography
This will bring much glee
And I will write a poem just for thee
Of course, no fee

Please, if not this, just a word or two
I really want hear from you
If no reply, I'll honor that with a sigh
To those who do, no forwarding; I would rather die

KANSAS UNDERGROUND SALT MUSEUM

2009-05-01T01:18:00.000-07:00

KANSAS UNDERGROUND SALT MUSEUM

Roger A. Davis

“One of the 8 Wonders of Kansas” printed on your ticket, it’s been dubbed
There, for many years, salt miners’ shoulders rubbed
Pick and shovel and a wooden cart
This was the method of extraction at the start

As the years went by, Carey improved their ways
Hi-loaders and conveyors are in use now days
Dynamite before, now ANFO does the blast
An amazing story of progression from the past

Trams take you on this one-of-a-kind view
With very knowledgeable guides, too
70 miles of mined corridors, amazing ceilings and floors
An exhibit gallery and so much more

Saw the vector monitor from the movie 'Twister'
I wonder what the favorite exhibit was of each visitor
Dr. Vreeland’s lab display was really cool
Also the 'Men in Black' mind eraser tool

40% humidity and 68 degrees
And none of that Kansas southwind breeze
It makes for preservation better than a deep freeze
It keeps the movie and TV industries at ease

Artifacts and movies storage bring a big source of revenue
I met Kelly from Retrieval Records, too
Recently, the old Norelco Shaver commercial sent for an update
The one that sleds the snow; I'm looking forward to its new fate

The streets of Chicago are the biggest users of salt from the Carey Mine
Yet, for Kansas, I think this museum is a brilliant gold mine find
Yes, I would recommend it to those close and far away
A great experience worth more than twice of what you pay

I met staff and visitors and never a negative comment
Even after that tremendous elevator descent
They went the extra mile for this wheelchair patron
Please include a visit in your plans for a field trip or vacation

FROM THE LAND OF COTTON

2009-05-01T01:17:00.000-07:00

FROM THE LAND OF COTTON

Roger A. Davis

There once was a box of Q-Tips that belonged to an aged Southern gent
A few of the hygiene tools dug out his ear wax and into the trash away they went
The Q-Tip family had hoped for a less mundane fate
Then the old man died and his 16 year old granddaughter, Kate, inherited his estate
She and her family moved in the next day
Which just happened to be her birthday
A cake was baked but no candles were found
And it was too late and too far to go to town
In the box, 16 Q-Tips lay in a row
And those mundane objects became stars of the show
Ends clipped and dipped in coal oil, the candles underwent transformation
Lit, they topped the cake for Kate’s birthday celebration
Old time days from the Land of Cotton
Look away, look away, and don’t let this story be forgotten

PIPER'S FINE FOODS

2009-05-01T01:13:00.000-07:00

PIPER'S FINE FOODS

Roger A. Davis

Charles and Flora begin this grocery rhyme
Three sons followed in time
Steve is now the boss, I think
But if I said that to Mary, I bet she would wink

Their two children have worked in the store
Plus a staff over the years of many more
Gayla is my favorite employee
I’m old friends with her and husband, Denny

Piper’s is a Marquette main stay
They also operate The Valley Cafe
If these businesses weren’t there
Our town would be in an economic nightmare

Steve is known for his delicacy treats
Which include sausage and fine cuts of meats
They supply Swedish food items, too
And they’ll also do special ordering for you

Store-made soup and pizza at a good price
No extra cost for multi-toppings; isn’t that nice
Wednesday boxed fried chicken in the afternoon
But, if you didn’t reserve, you’d better get there soon

For a small store, they have most everything
I call in my order and to the car they bring
Words cannot express my gratitude to Steve and the staff
Especially Gayla, with her smile and laugh

Closing this with an overdue apology
For the years of being an out-of-town spender of our money
Yet, you were gracious when I started to buy
You’ve gone the extra mile; it’s truly made me cry

MUTUAL ADMIRATION SOCIETY

2009-05-01T01:10:00.000-07:00

MUTUAL ADMIRATION SOCIETY

Roger A. Davis

This is not one of those secret clubs
The world goes around us; we’re the hubs
The focal point is the center of activity
This is true for my friend Chez and me

Trying to think of a name for our organization
Like minds may join across the nation
Egos that are mutually pampered and praised
Esteems that are already exceedingly raised

We have nemeses out there, it is said
Fighting us from getting a big head
In my circle of culprits are my editor and my brother
But not my loving mother

Name I suggested: COOTS WHO TOOT
With negative connotations, this one was rejected
TOOT OUR OWN HORNS
This one may be selected

Patting each other on the back
Abundance of this, never in lack
It is just enjoying each other’s company
To tell stories and bragging constantly

For some of us, it goes against our upbring
In families, there is usually one guilty sibling
But if there are two
Do not be at odds; join us, too

MENSA is a society of the high IQ
Our club wouldn’t be right for you
We are not about being smart and bright
It is reciprocal relations, so don’t get uptight

Another society name I suggest
PEOPLE WHO TELL EACH OTHER THEY ARE THE BEST
A long name, I know, but what the heck
Because we are not missing any cards from our deck

This is a poem of sarcasm, teasing and humor
Yet, my acquaintances would say it is more truth than rumor
I’m a ham on the stage of life
Pretty well a loose cannon since the loss of my wife

Join our society and suggest a name

SAVED FOR A REASON

2009-05-01T01:07:00.000-07:00

SAVED FOR A REASON

Roger A. Davis

We all have seen the signs ‘Jesus Saves’
Been there, done that in waves
Not once, many times
We aren’t just talking at death in these rhymes

Had pneumonia in my first year
Death was a fear
Childhood diseases, too
But no bubonic flu

Totaled five cars before 22
Alcohol was the cause
Then a 30 year pause
Had turned to Jesus for birth anew

Once lost two back tires on a truck heading up I-35
Snow and ice, scares galore, yet all I did survive
Motorcycle spills, more than you can count on one hand
I still didn’t join the heavenly band

Through all my falls and spills
I never broke a bone
Guardian angels: I must not travel alone
A satanic attack in 1976 gave me 1 ½ years of chills

By getting into God’s Holy Book
He freed me from Satan’s hook
I witnessed His loving care at many a place
Of His mercy, compassion and grace

The workplace has held much death-defying traps
For ten years, I drank toxic waste water out of the taps
They were tested and the wells were never used again
No long term harm, nothing; I must have a friend

Tales like undiagnosed mental illness for so long
But my past readers know this sad song
Then there is my life threatening weight
Over 575 lbs is the going rate

Why do I share all this misfortune and shame?
We all are saved for a reason
Yes, we reap what we sow, this is not lame
But I think I was allowed to live for ‘Teason’

We’re talking ‘Teasoning’
Definitions:
1. To make fun of playfully
2. To annoy or pester
3. To urge persistently

There are definitions more derogatory
And, yes, I’ve done most of them, too
But I like to think these three are what I’m saved to do
And I hope I’ve been a fisher of men to you

Casting words of His creation as heavenly bait
Teasing you to recognize Him in all your fate
To go completely for Him - hook, line and sinker
Oh yes, forgive me for being such an annoying stinker

WIDOWER'S HOUSEWORK

2009-05-01T01:01:00.000-07:00

WIDOWER'S HOUSEWORK

Roger A. Davis

If you hardly ever have a guest
You can just let dust and debris rest
There is no chance to pass the White Glove Test

Paper plates and plastic cups are used every day
Cleaning them is just to toss away
Fast food, napkins, spoons and forks, a cost-saving way

If silverware is used to eat
I usually wait to wash until it’s a paramount feat
Leaving me with dishwasher hands and physically beat

I have two vacuum cleaners that remain still
Picking up with my reacher is what ends up at the landfill
Occasionally, a broom and dustpan fill the bill

I wash my clothes and body the most
Not wanting to offend those who are my host
But if I’m homebound, I can’t boast

I've saved cooking for the last chore
Preparing food for one, I bet most eat more
Or for some, the opposite; dining alone can be a bore

So we eat watching TV
Pounds gained becomes easy
No exercise because we get sleepy
Isn’t it alarming how bad habits form deeply?

OLD RED BARN

2009-04-01T00:09:00.000-07:00

OLD RED BARN

Adam Jones
December 2008

Knowledge and wisdom are things for which we all yearn.
No matter our age, we always want to learn.
Everyone needs a place to be taught to carry life’s load.
For me an old red barn was the beginning of the road.

My teacher was a tough, hardworking, simple man.
With a grease covered jean jacket, bloodied arms, and skin leather tan.
Simple in honest beliefs and attire,
But a mind every man strives to acquire.

With tools to fix most everything,
It was a place I truly loved being.
So many nuts and bolts there was no measure,
And a junk pile filled with many a treasure.

We changed oil, mufflers, starters, and shocks.
Anything is possible with a truck up on blocks.
Dog houses were built and boats restored,
With so much to do we were never bored.

In time I learned there was something special about this place.
Blood, sweat, and dirt are enough to bring a smile to any boy’s face.
But it was more than that, fore I was learning real values.
Working side by side with my brothers, we couldn’t lose.

Sometimes I feel lost now without that place, that man.
Going on without them hasn’t been easy, but I believe that I can.
The traditions passed on are deep within me.
Never to be forgotten, a part of who I always will be.

Just the smell of grease takes me back to those days.
To a special place and a special man, set in his ways.
I don’t know if I will ever find a place I feel as content,
As I did in that old red barn where most of my youth was spent.

THIS IS YOUR CAPTAIN SPEAKING

2009-04-01T00:07:00.000-07:00

THIS IS YOUR CAPTAIN SPEAKING

Roger A. Davis

I’ve flown on a big jet once or twice
Instead of a movie, wouldn’t a comedy skit be nice?
Lines like ‘Air Speed, Warp Drive’
‘Altitude: Higher than anyone could skydive’

‘At Denver, I took a left instead of a right
Good news, another balmy L.A. night
In the morning, the Big Apple connection flight
Bad news, you’re paying; United’s budget is too tight’

‘A bearded is man asking us to stop for a Cuban cigar
Since Miami is our next stop, it won’t be far
He has an uncle there named Fidel
Our return flight, only time will tell’

‘This is your Captain speaking; my son is seated by me
He is 16, giving him flying lessons, no instructor’s fee
No Co-Pilot but don’t worry, no solo
My heart hurts, oh no!’

‘For you who are scared of heights
We are at tree top level, hard to see any sights
But it’s dark anyway, don’t be uptight
Thank you for flying with us, God bless and good night

H2O TOWER SHOW

2009-04-01T00:05:00.000-07:00

H2O TOWER SHOW

Ode to the taken for granted water tower
Water brought to your home by gravity power
Various sizes and shapes on array
The gravity is free, water usage you pay

Tank with steel legs used to be the most
Teepee, cylinder and sphere now I think can boast
Saw one north of Topeka on a tripod
It looked kind of odd

Sapp Bros. advertise with a coffee pot
Are they real or not?
Some towns have a cold and hot
If it was true, no hot water heaters need be bought

Most towers are white or blue
Saw one the other day with a yellow hue
My drinkability appetite would wane
Yet, if you’re thirsty, would you refrain?

In our town, the macho feat was climbing the tower
While avoiding the constable power
Some carved ‘Dick loves Jane’ on trees
The ultimate was spray painting heartfelt pleas

So when you turn on the tap for flow
Be thankful for the H2O tower show
Whether it be a drink or shower
It is brought to you by a water tower

BILLFOLD BIOGRAPHY

2009-04-01T00:03:00.000-07:00

BILLFOLD BIOGRAPHY

Roger A. Davis

Wallet, purse and billfold
Their contents reflect a story told
Identity of the beholder
Metaphor: A biography folder

A card that says you’re a legal driver
Can be a donor card, if you’re not a survivor
Most come with photo ID
Often used on a shopping spree

Laminated social security number I carry
Others don’t; thought of theft is scary
Are credit cards most life-telling?
Their uses are very compelling

Even gift cards tell where you eat
Given at Christmas as a stocking treat
Appointment cards, clues to your health
We are not people of stealth

Many of us carry pictures of loved ones, too
And Grandmas, not just a few
These tell a story of their family pride
And you don’t have to beg them to confide

A short list of a billfold’s biography
We didn’t mention Visa or Discovery
Those seem sterile and cold
‘The rest of the story’ is in our hearts, untold

ENDING EPIS-ODE

2009-04-01T00:01:00.000-07:00

ENDING EPIS-ODE

Roger A. Davis

This may be my last hurrah
Am I kidding? Answer: Nah!
I’ve had my say
Expressed in many a way

I’ve become a broken record
Seems each poem has already been heard
I still have stories to tell
But dry is the rhyme well

So this is the finale
Yet reruns are available like on TV
Yes, I will post new stuff
Short stories off the cuff

So, on the first of May
Visit to see what I have to say
Did you feel a poke?
Is this an April Fools joke?

ENJOY THE JOURNEY

2009-03-01T09:58:00.000-08:00

ENJOY THE JOURNEY

Roger A. Davis

Some set goals to arrive
If trouble comes, many take a nose dive
For others, like me
Just the trip brings glee

In our quests for fulfillment
For all, there is some lament
To rise above the roadblocks
You must overcome the stumbling blocks

We turn the lemons into ade
And do not let our happiness fade
There are always paths through the maze
Get back on the horse! Don’t accept the setback phase

One more step can set us on our enjoyment course
If faith is a guiding source
We are not seeking an end
Let’s just ‘Enjoy the journey,’ my friend

SILHOUETTE

2009-03-01T09:57:00.002-08:00

SILHOUETTE

Roger A. Davis

Light, object, beholder’s eye
Beauty causes a pleasurable sigh
Whether a dead tree
Or a lighthouse, background: the sea

Best times are dusk and dawn
Looking up, spot a doe and a fawn
On my lampshade are wind mills
Giving me daily thrills

You are thinking of your favorite scenes
Even if they are from movies on theater screens
Childhood hand images of rabbit and snake
Shadow shows, what were you able to make?

Medical use of X-rays
Spotlight for Broadway plays
The list is long for many a silhouette
'The Eye of the Beholder' from Marquette

NIGHT LIGHT

2009-03-01T09:57:00.001-08:00

NIGHT LIGHT

Roger A. Davis

Keeps you from going bump in the night
Or to prevent a scaredy-cat from getting uptight
A comfort zone, I think we all would agree
Exception: Pitch black, no light, they want to see

After dark, city lights are a treat
If heading home, they are there to greet
A lighthouse protecting rocky shores
And warning signals, trouble if one ignores

One sight I like is the crescent moon stage
A dislike, a forest fire’s burning rage
Unless the logs are in a fireplace
Then it earns a ‘Happy Face’

Humans are like moths in part
Drawn to lights like a horse, carrot and cart
Some say that is why we ventured into space
Conquering visits to the moon’s face

Creatures of light is our destiny
After death, we will see
If this biblical truth is real
A place with no night is the promised deal

SCREEN DOORS

2009-03-01T09:56:00.000-08:00

SCREEN DOORS

Roger A. Davis

Your PC monitor is one
By Internet, it takes you everywhere under the sun
Your laptop even has hinges that open the screen
I wish I had one, they are sure keen

I have one on my back door
With a sliding glass pane that comes up from the floor
Good for a fall and spring breeze
Closed in winter, not wanting to freeze

Cool summer nights instead of using your A/Cs
A box fan will bring the temp down sufficient degrees
Plus it will air out the house with sweet summer scents
And save you some dollars and cents

There can be some drawbacks
Like skunk and cat attacks
You might be startled from your sleep
And if a skunk sprays, you will leap

My cat comes and meows ‘Hi’
I say, ‘I'm sleeping, good night and good bye’
Most times, it is her way of ringing the dinner bell
She doesn’t understand ‘Wait a spell’

Growing up, most screen doors had steel springs
And to lock them, they had hooks and eye rings
I liked running in and out, letting them bang
But often heard criticism with the word 'Dang!’

ACCIDENTAL HOMICIDE

2009-03-01T09:53:00.000-08:00

ACCIDENTAL HOMICIDE

Roger A. Davis

The Crime Scene: The Girls Bathroom
Thought it was a spider, but a dust bunny met his doom
Smashed it to bits with my cane
I don’t think it felt any pain

There may be a hit out on me by organized dryer lint
I need a mediator to plead no harmful intent
Maybe I should turn myself in to the authorities
On examining the crime scene, dust bunnies are not the minorities

Cobwebs and carpet lint present, too
In a darkish room it’s easy to make a felony boo-boo
I turned myself in to the police
Promise of community service, I got release

Now into rest homes to clean out lint dryer traps
Could have been worse punishment, perhaps
I take my captive bunnies into my abode
And into a mattress I do load
They give me creature comfort every day
Don’t you feel it is a fit ending this way?

FUNNY BONE

2009-03-01T09:52:00.000-08:00

FUNNY BONE

Roger A. Davis.

Hitting the elbow, not that one
Isn’t any fun
We’re talking humorous
Not the bone, humerus

A lot of negatives in those four lines
We want laughs, not whines
Our goal here is chuckles
Not brass knuckles

No bone to pick with ‘Knock Knock’ jokes
Unless it’s a progression of blonde jokes
And retire the ‘Why the chicken crossed the road?’
Unlike vintage wine, they’re stale and old

Most Super Bowl commercials go for jest
This year, I thought Doritos were the best
The glass ball opening the vending machine
Then the boss getting it in the gonads, that was mean

Laughing at your own jokes, some say, is wrong
I’m guilty; chuckling in chat rooms saying I wear a pink thong
Yet, most are aware that I love to kid
And know that I never did

I bet, like me, you get funny emails every day
Receiving one-liners and more to make your tummy sway
Yes, some should be censored and rated ‘X’
I confess I don’t open the pics, but I do the text

I thank The Lord every day for his creations
And humor is in the Top Ten of His donations
So I love giving to others a poem or a story
I sure hope He is laughing and gets the glory

I thought about including my email address
To solicit jokes, but rejected that; hee hee, I confess
Why did the chicken cross the road?
It was an expressway and she wanted to prove to the other cluck clucks that she was bold

CELEBRATION SHOWER

2009-03-01T09:51:00.000-08:00

CELEBRATION SHOWER

Roger A. Davis

Football Bowl Game watchers, I have a bone to pick
Dumping of the Gatorade is starting to make me sick
The networks must think it is worthy of camera time
So here is a ‘Does anybody feel like me?’ rhyme

Coach on the players’ shoulders, please carry
This would make me more merry
Do away with midfield handshake
Coaches’ ‘Good Game’ is such a fake

In college, the cooler baptism is lame
Especially in a blowout game
More like teenage pranks
Than ‘Hey, Coach, thanks’

Even in the NFL, it takes place
Madden does a play-by-play of it, that’s a sad case
More camera attention to cheerleaders, if you may
It would make a better Sunday

Email the networks, you armchair quarterbacks
And we couch defense linebackers will send mail sacks
To get a switch in camera priority
TV fans should have the ultimate authority

KANSAS TOWNS SOUNDS

2009-02-01T11:25:00.001-08:00

KANSAS TOWNS SOUNDS

Roger A. Davis

State capital is Topeka
Horse racing capital: Eureka
Where I grew up: Attica
We had a fishing lease near Zenda

Salt Mine Museum in Hutchinson
Martina McBride’s birthplace: Sharon
County Seats: Hugoton, Holton, McPherson
A town near where I bought two bison: Canton

Many small towns like Chautauqua
Town near grandparents’ ranch: Kiowa
Baseball Hall of Famer, Joe Tinker, lived in Muscotah
Air capital and the largest city: Wichita

Chief White Hair’s village: Oswego
Where Molly, my bulldog, lives now: Geneseo
Headquarters for corporations: De Soto
Other small bergs: Mankato, Paxico and Tyro

Liberal, of pancake fame, and unincorporated Wayne
Harrah’s backed out of Mulvane
Town named for Civil War Union general and U.S. Senator, James H.: Lane
Bartlett Arboretum, a Dixie Chicks connection in Belle Plaine

Cawker, Junction and Arkansas: many a last name city
But this poem is getting long, so I’m going to take pity
I challenge you to write about your state and be witty
Just one more: My home, Marquette, ends with an “E”

CHRONIC AFFLICTIONS

2009-02-01T11:20:00.000-08:00

CHRONIC AFFLICTIONS

Roger A. Davis

This month’s flavor: Sinus Infection
At least it’s not transplant rejection
I shouldn’t joke this subject around
Chronic afflictions can be serious ground

An ongoing medical snafu
Can end up with your family sitting in a funeral pew
Those of us who suffer just want relief
Drugs help, is our belief

Yet for many, it’s day by day
And for some, it’s a hospice terminal stay
Foxhole experiences where we learn to pray
At best, a hospital stay, eating from a food tray

This is kind of a downer rhyme
There’s not much humor in our illness time
If good health is restored
Praise and give thanks to The Lord

Though, if it’s a lifelong thing
Like blindness or loss of hearing
Many have overcome their curse
And have claimed it to be a blessing, not perverse

So count your blessings each day
Because somebody is in a worse way
This life is preparation for the life to come
And afflictions are added to your good character sum

ROLLS REVIEW

2009-02-01T11:18:00.000-08:00

ROLLS REVIEW

Roger A. Davis

I guess we should start with a drum roll
A Rolls Royce would put us all in a debt hole
Did your teacher take the roll call?
At present, I like rolling a bowling ball

Cinnamon, egg and lobster rolls are food
And Tootsie Roll Pops are so go-o-o-d!
I had a red one the other day with wrapper blue
After I ate it, I wondered if it was new

The roller rink was our teenage hangout
Girl’s choice caused many a boy to pout
Inline roller skates are the thing
Location: Everywhere for free skating

Hair rollers, a big part of my life
Used by Mom, sisters and wife
All sizes, all round, I think
Sometimes rolled so tight, they could barely blink

I dig rock ‘n roll music, as you know
Still can clap and tap my toe
Favorite band: The rubber one around my bankroll
But it is so small, monthly bills have taken their toll

I will end this on a roll of toilet paper
Using the last and not replacing, an arrestable caper?
Usually by a member of the family
Could be us, so we ask for clemency

BAD BREATH

2009-02-01T11:07:00.000-08:00

BAD BREATH

Roger A. Davis

The drive-up bank teller, she made a comment
‘Have you ever tried Pepsodent?’
I cupped my hand, smelled and said
‘I must’ve eaten something dead’

I have a friend who snacks on onions raw
And follows with cold coffee through a straw
A remedy for odor, don’t know if this is the case
I avoid encounters face-to-face

Some people in public smell their armpits
On seeing this, I have laughing fits
They may be confused of aroma whereabouts
Mouth, pits, etc., they must have doubts

Floss, brush and toothpick
After meals, this does the trick
If everyone followed this advice
Most of us would have to do it thrice

There are some who do not practice dental hygiene
And if you’re a social animal, this is mean
To add to the human race such offense
Wonder if anyone has sued for recompense?

Well, I wrote another poem that’s down to earth
Hope you got some enjoyment and mirth
I do my banking by Internet now
To avoid the bank teller’s scowl

TOM HANKS, "THANKS"

2009-02-01T11:06:00.000-08:00

TOM HANKS, “THANKS”

Roger A. Davis

Ron Howard’s ‘SPLASH’
Started Tom’s big acquirement of cash
Before that, a two-season sitcom
‘BOSOM BUDDIES’ Kip Wilson played by Tom

‘NOTHING IN COMMON’ with Jackie Gleason
Proved he could do a serious role within reason
Next in 1986 ‘THE MONEY PIT’
A comedy with a raccoon, I liked it

Now Tom has had flops
And many box office tops
A child turned into a man in ‘BIG’
Classic scene, the giant keyboard jig

One of my top favorites is ‘TURNER AND HOOCH’
With a scene-stealing Douge de Bordeaux pooch
I had a sign made ‘BEWARE OF DROOL’
For my dog, because the movie was so cool

Followed by 3 strikeouts to many a critic’s moan
Then another favorite, ‘A LEAGUE OF THEIR OWN’
A homerun with ‘SLEEPLESS IN SEATTLE’
Highlighted by Meg Ryan’s willpower battle

‘PHILADELPHIA’ – Oscar for an AIDS victim actor
Springsteen’s song was a major appreciation factor
‘FORREST GUMP’ and Lieutenant Dan
This made the world a Tom Hanks fan

Back to back Academy Awards, plus five
Didn’t you love that shrimp boat dive?
Pretty savvy with an IQ of 75
A great runner helping those men survive

‘APOLLO 13’ with an all-star cast
The drama starts with a service module blast
Odyssey is their method of escape
All ends well at the Cape

‘THAT THING YOU DO,’ he produced and directed
I recommend it to be DVD inspected
D-Day, men shootin’ and dyin’
Movie: ‘SAVING PRIVATE RYAN’

The remake, ‘YOU'VE GOT MAIL’
A corporate bully and an email tale
Favorite scene: Tom’s flower delivery
Meg in a robe with a cold and all shivery
Yet, the meeting in the park tops that
Because Mr. Fox turns out not to be a rat

“Dead man walking,” in ‘THE GREEN MILE’ is said
John Coffey heals and resurrects a mouse from the dead
In ‘CAST AWAY’ a FedEx plane goes down
All but Chuck Norland drown

Marooned with Wilson and a partial crapper
Which enables the island escape chapter
But the soccer ball is lost at sea
FedEx, what was your advertising fee?

This long poetic tribute rendition
Is ending with ‘ROAD TO PERDITION’
Tom, an anti-hero hit man
Betrayed by his mob clan

So many nominations, awards and accolades
Tom Hanks, for me, is the Ace of Spades
Of all the acting stars in the deck
On a ballot for Best Actor Ever, Tom gets my check

ROGER'S CHOICE AWARDS

2009-02-01T11:05:00.000-08:00

ROGER'S CHOICE AWARDS

Roger A. Davis

For TV Ad: The Sonic married couple No.1
TV Sitcom: King of Queens; watching is such fun
Poetry Editor: Marge G.
She is so good to me

Dog: So many nominations
Better skip; might hurt some relations
Cat: Tomichi and Gregory are a tie
Movie: ‘You’ve Got Mail’; be ready to sob and sigh

Website: Wikipedia is a treat
Yet, EdenPrairieProse is hard to beat
Time of Day: Morning on awake
Thank The Lord for goodness sake

Antique: Tiffany-like Dutch scene pole lamp by my PC
Art: Fabric picture of Cheyenne Village by my sister Connie
Musical Instrument: The Violin
TV Dog: Not Lassie, but Rin Tin Tin

Food: To choose one is a hard pick
First five letters pronounce chick
Beverage: Pepsi, caffeine free
Plant: Aspen Tree

Written for those who email for favorites list
Weather: Summer day with a cool mist
Sports Team: K.U. Basketball
Well, folks, duh duh that’s all

STROLLING THROUGH TIME

2009-01-02T13:44:00.000-08:00

STROLLING THROUGH TIME

Julie Peterson

Time passes,
But what is the passing of time?
At times it seems to trudge across a field,
Unsure of its footing.
At times it seems to spring around the track,
With no time to lose.
It stops
To let
Things
Rest
Where
They
Are.
Just for those simple moments of life.
And then it strolls past impatient thoughts,
Waving, and making small talk.
When time needs to speed up
It slows down.
When time needs to slow down
It speeds up.
The elaborate tapestry of life
Is woven by the time in which
It takes to perform each simple
Little deed.
And yet time,
Is taken for granted

Written by Roger's Aunt Donna's teenage granddaughter

LEFTOVER LOVE

2009-01-02T13:43:00.001-08:00

LEFTOVER LOVE

Roger A. Davis

It may start with a familiar song
That brings back memories so strong
I cannot discern the tears
Some sadness and thankfulness for those years
Yet, regrets are in the mixture
These leftovers are an ongoing fixture

Leftover love without Peggy as my sounding board
In part, causes some discord
Yet, I direct it to the heavens above
In exchange for His first-hand love
Yes, I still sob and sigh
But I no longer want to die

Every day is a fresh start
I enjoy taking part
By word and voice, sharing my heart
And absorbing others’ biographies
“God, help me be better at this, please”
To serve with love, putting others at ease

Neil Diamond’s "Hello Again" is to blame
It reheated my love’s flame
And the tears came
Knowing I will get to speak the same
"Hello, again, my best friend
I love you with a love that will never end"

DAVIS HOMES OF CHRISTMASES PAST

2009-01-02T13:42:00.001-08:00

DAVIS HOMES OF CHRISTMASES PAST

Roger A. Davis

This story spans the writers’ lifetime
My hope is for all of you to enjoy this rhyme
Because it will overlap our family generations
And highlight our Christmas celebrations

We will start at the Attica farm of Mama and Papa Grace
Where grandkids made popcorn and cranberry lace
Glorious meals that started with prayer said
There was always plenty, we went home well-fed

Then later, Harper became the place for our holiday meet
Their new home was a great retreat
I remember Dad breaking the egg
And then family members laughing and pulling his leg

Goddard, then Howard was next on Pop's career
The distance caused the family many a tear
A great big home with an upstairs sleeping porch
Glassed in; good for winter, not summer - it would scorch

Papa Grace's well-deserved retirement came
Moved to Lindsborg of Little Sweden fame
Once again settled in with their families nearby
Easy now to stop in and say hi

Another big home for many overnighters to stay
And, yes, once again to host Christmas Day
Just twenty miles from our folks at the Eden Prairie School
Which Dad and Pop made into a home with many a tool

In their twilight years, Mama and Papa Grace moved to Pratt
Lived where Vicki and Rick had lived at
Another special place that has had good fellowship
And over the years, an occasional holiday nap and nip

Hardtner, Fairview, and Attica - homes of our childhood
The new home in Attica that Pop and Dad built, they were good
A big picture window were Mom displayed a sad looking tree
I always thought she bought them because she felt pity

One Indian summer Christmas Day
I went out with two holstered fanner fifties to play
For holidays, we went to the Davis farm or the Cook's
And Attica is where I became an avid reader of books

To Salina on Highland Drive, we moved my junior year
I had a lot of starting-over fear
Then it was to the schoolhouse home near Marquette
Remember Mama Cook's mink stole? A bed for our German shepherd pet

Peggy's favorite time was Christmas and Colorado
Off shopping for decorations we would go
Four trees at home some years she would do
She loved giving decorations and not just a few

Rick and Vicki lived on a farm west of Marquette
Two-story, three children and Maggie the pet
I remember their dining room/pool table with holiday meal
Vicki has a talent to make food have great appeal

Then Dad and Rick, career-wise, went northeast
Once, in their country home near Netawaka, we had a Christmas feast
Then B.O.M.O. they founded in Pratt
The place to buy a travel trailer at

Davis children have had homes in other towns
Usually in places to go for their graduating gowns
Now we are spread out multi-state
Yet, it is to Pratt this day we gravitate

The past has become present this Christmas of 2008
And all the families have gathered; this is truly great
Thanks again, Vicki and Rick, for being the gracious hostess and host
May this poem wish you all a Merry Christmas and be a Happy New Year toast

COLD AND FLU BUG TIME

2009-01-02T13:41:00.000-08:00

COLD AND FLU BUG TIME

Roger A. Davis

They say, for the cold bug
There is no curing drug
They give a flu shot
I chose, though no fear of needles, 'Not'

I’m on my 9th cold this season
And this intestinal flu is beyond reason
Not the aching muscle and upset tummy kind
No, all the action is in my behind

I found a remedy for my bunghole
Chili, crackers, cheese and sour cream casserole
It may not work for you
But it sure did stop my flu

For cold, some say Vitamin C
There is a strong lobby for whiskey
Starve a cold, feed a fever
You won’t find me doing either

For a cold, I like to moan
Better sharing your misery by phone
Too much nose blowing doesn’t relieve
If at home, just use your sleeve

Now, these verses were messy and crude
I apologize if I was rude
Gesundheit and God Bless
If you, too, are sneezing and are a mess

MY FAVORITE TEACHER

2009-01-02T13:40:00.001-08:00

MY FAVORITE TEACHER

Roger A. Davis

She lives on the Western Plains
Educating those children’s brains
She grew up on her parents’ farm
And became a pretty schoolmarm

She is a humble person, not fancy
Her first name is Nancy
Also my nephew Jared’s wife
In their courtship and marriage, nary a strife

Nancy teaches the 4th grade this year
I wonder if all the girls think she is a dear
Though she is small, I’ll bet she can exact some fear
But also be on your side for a shed tear

Two of my family members are called 'Professor'
And they should know my love for them is no lesser
Yet, Nancy is my favorite teacher on the Martin tree
Because she is a uniting disciple of The Almighty

She teaches by example in her manner each day
Exerting control in a positive way
She is fun to be around and enters in
Being her student and/or friend is a win-win

Nancy, this is your Christmas gift rhyme
Written for you at this holiday time
May your and Jared’s love grow in His grace
Knowing in 2009, you will be reflecting His face

RURAL RUCKUS

2009-01-02T13:39:00.000-08:00

RURAL RUCKUS

Roger A. Davis

Country living can be tough
Snow and ice storms are rough
Power went off, 6 inches of snow
No blizzard, it didn’t blow

Dallas, my Good Samaritan neighbor
4 wheeler with blade and did the labor
Cleaned the sidewalks and driveway
He never takes any pay

Nephew Adam brought me food and my mail
He’s always got my back without fail
If the power is off into the night
To a motel, I have to take flight

Reason: I use a bi-pap machine for sleep
Put it in 4 wheel drive when the snow is deep
Heat in the school is now propane
So if it is daytime, I can remain

Freezing of the rural waterline happened one time
And fixing that cost many a dime
But it took place outside under the school
To repair, a backhoe was the needed tool

Septic tank problems can also occur
And if it happens in winter, Brrrr!
Don’t dump into the sink cold grease
Your chances of troubles will increase

Yet taking each event and its possibility
I still prefer living in Eden Prairie country
They say ‘What doesn’t kill you makes you strong’
I believe in this saying, they didn’t get it wrong

THE ART OF TIPPING

2009-01-02T13:37:00.000-08:00

THE ART OF TIPPING

Roger A. Davis

Simply said, "Attitude of Gratitude"
Those who don’t are rude
We are talking gratuities
You know, appreciation fees
It can be for service at lunch
Or for the delivery of flowers in a bunch

Wages of the server are mostly in your tip
Add 15 or 20 percent, not zip
If the service is not up to satisfaction
Use constructive criticism, not subtraction
They may be having a bad day
You’ve been there; don’t dock their pay

For some services, the tip is included in the bill
Like getting an oil fill
Or a large party meal
The tip is a done deal
Why am I bothering you with this appeal?
My concern for the servers is real

Valet, bellhops and food servers have it rough
They have to put up with all kinds of stuff
Spilled drinks, heavy luggage, impatient clientele
Please be generous; don’t make their lives hell
So, Happy New Year to my Santa’s Helpers in 2009
And may all your customers treat you fine

UFC: AFICIONADO? YOU TELL ME

2008-12-01T19:43:00.000-08:00

UFC: AFICIONADO? YOU TELL ME

Roger A. Davis

I grew up watching boxing on Friday nights
Schlitz Beer commercials, the bear and the fights
Boxers, like heavyweight Floyd Patterson
Becoming the Champ, beating Ingemar Johansson

Even for the early Cassius Clay, I was very keen
Went to Wichita to see him on the big screen
These bouts were shown in Century II
Sadly, Muhammad Ali got many a boo

Though I have followed boxing to this day
I’ve changed my allegiance to a new way
Ultimate Fighting Championship, it’s here to stay
Mixed martial arts are used in the fray

Submissions, decisions and knockouts
The latter is my favorite to win bouts
The Octagon Cage is the arena setting
And sometimes there is blood letting

It has progressed with safer rules
And Spike TV shows taped duels
UFC also has reality shows
Up and coming stars square off as foes

I’ve liked stars, such as Randy Couture and Ken Shamrock
On Nov. 15, a new Heavyweight Champ: Lesnar, Brock
This bout and others, I watched on Pay-Per-View
It inspired this poem to give UFC its due

TALLGRASS PRAIRIE NATIONAL PRESERVE

2008-12-01T19:42:00.000-08:00

TALLGRASS PRAIRIE NATIONAL PRESERVE

Roger A. Davis

Location: Kansas, in the Flint Hills
A place of beauty and thrills
You see how 400,000 square miles used to be
A time when buffalo and antelope roamed this country

An historic ranch house, limestone barn and school
And 32 acres that were not ruined by the plow tool
Donated for visitors by the National Park Trust
With less than 4% of this prairie left, this seems only just

Leave Emporia, head toward Topeka on the Turnpike
And you will view the landscapes I really like
Rolling hills, mounds and panoramic views
A seasonal palette of changing hues

Trails for visitors to hike
And narrated bus tours, if you like
Whatever way you choose to see the Preserve
It is a treat for the eyes you muchly deserve

A THIRTY-YEAR-OLD PRICELESS TREASURE

2008-12-01T19:41:00.000-08:00

A THIRTY-YEAR-OLD PRICELESS TREASURE

Roger A. Davis

Three decades ago
Josh made his show
Peggy labored in a recliner chair
She brought forth a son so rare

How many parents can say
They have never been ashamed in any way
For me, this is actually the case
He is one of the best in the human race

Those who have come in contact with me
Know that I brag constantly
But I can't contain my pride
Though it upsets Joshua's private side

Josh is friend and confidant
And my love for him is above any want
Knowing he cares for me in a reciprocal way
Gets me through each day

This is Josh's birthday celebration
I hope he lets me read this as an oration
Because, if we debate the issue
The score, either side, Roger-0, Josh-2

So I decided, as you know now, to pre-empt confrontation
Happy birthday, Josh; enjoy your celebration
Thank you, Amanda, for your plans for this day
Sidebar: You have improved Josh in many a way

CONNECTION PERFECTION

2008-12-01T19:40:00.000-08:00

CONNECTION PERFECTION

Roger A. Davis

I wish this title was true on my PC
Yet, the server often disconnects, you see
Playing a game, get a good hand
Oops, and I'm in no-man’s-land

Yet, other links I cherish so
Like golf ones, players going toe to toe
Or links with the past
Memories of my family being the all-star cast

To church with white shirt and cuff links
Those days are long gone, me thinks
Link sausage isn't on my menu list
Or ID bracelet on my wrist

Linking toys are a favorite to play
Constructs and Lego, a way to have a good day
In my childhood, they were erectors sets and Lincoln Logs
Now days, it is my use of personal blogs

Cell phones have revolutionalized connection
Unless you’re in a dead zone, this is near perfection
Yet prayer is still the best link in the chain
All-loving, all-caring, guaranteed it will remain

VALET MAKES MY STAY

2008-12-01T19:39:00.000-08:00

VALET MAKES MY STAY

Roger A. Davis

Even if I arrive or leave late
They treat me like a visiting Potentate
This includes bellhops, too
J.R., Dennis and Blue

Bags and my triple-X wheelchair
They handle with care
They are kind enough to transport me
To buffet, Front Desk and where I use my room key

Holly and Jamie are on Valet late night crew
Good jokers and they’re married, too
Ruby takes your tickets and gives good advice
And, thank you, Front Desk, for rooms at no price

Dan and crew always make me welcomed at Prairie Band
Saying, “What else can we do to give you a hand?”
Their sincere, friendly ways
Motivate my casino and resort stays

This poem is a testimony to the first greeters
Their success can cause guest repeaters
The statement above for me is true
So this is written to give you your due and to say, “Thank You!”

IT CAN BE A SMALL WORLD

2008-11-01T10:27:00.000-07:00

IT CAN BE A SMALL WORLD

Roger A. Davis

“It’s a small world” the saying goes
Usually said when there’s a meeting of knows
It can be a town, person or joint relation
Yet only happens when speaking to the situation

To gain this phenomenon, you must converse
Definition: made up of distinct qualities and characteristics; diverse
Another area of common ground
By sharing, this can always be found

I’m one of those who has never met a stranger
Striking up a conversation, I know there’s possible danger
You may get a cold shoulder or two
It’s their loss, a case of snob flu

This week connected dots between two Norfolk navy men
Through conversation with two separate women
I made the ladies aware of their proximity
It brought them smiles and a little levity

Grandmother Cook was my mentor in this art
Going anywhere, she connected before taking her depart
Being a genealogist, she wanted to know your name
Made tons of friends, it ignited my flame

My advice, be an ambassador to earth
For listening and talking has an awesome worth
You may make a friend along the way
Or help someone find a person gone astray

IF HORSES COULD TALK WHAT TALES WOULD THEY NEIGH

2008-11-01T10:24:00.000-07:00

IF HORSES COULD TALK
WHAT TALES WOULD THEY NEIGH

Roger A. Davis

Houses can talk with FBI bugs
Unless you hide your secrets under your rugs
Ice cube trays hold precious stones
Put your money in the breadbox with your scones

Dr. Doolittle grammar lessons are free
They helped me to understand my monkey
But it failed on my parakeet
He pleaded the Fifth, to my defeat

Medicine bottles have a way of running out
Headaches, the cause, and gout
Refills give my pocketbook the chills
On the flipside, pharmacies fill their tills

Microwaves are hard to surf
They do reheat leftover turf
PAM can make any pan slick
And your slipperslide non-stick

This very nonsensical rhyme
Was a good way to kill time
It cracked my watch crystal
Because this poem was such a pistol

WINDOWS OF THE SOUL

2008-11-01T10:22:00.000-07:00

WINDOWS OF THE SOUL

Roger a. Davis

Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder
Eyes only for you, not quenched by getting older
A loving gaze, a poetic phrase
Your cherished one develops a misty haze

The sense of vision, such a gift
Wonderment of the world, a spiritual lift
Grace, innocence and creation
Issuing heaven's flirtation

God has told us we can't imagine our destiny
Untold celestial glory we will see
Jesus first and foremost we will behold
And a city with streets of gold

Yet for now, let us enjoy this life's display
It is a showcase of treasures each day
Be it your pet's loving look
Or using your eyes to read a good book