The Question...

The young man walked up to the door
And raised his hand to knock
He seemed, at first, to hesitate
Then glanced up at the clock.

The minutes rang into his head
As he paused to take a breath
And then he knocked upon the door;
Prepared for sudden death.

He stepped inside and smiled
Though it was less then genuine
For the man that sat across the room
Seemed more evil than refined.

He took a seat and swallowed
And tried to speak with ease
But the words came out in jumbles
Almost shaking like his knees.

The sweat began to form
And the air was getting thick
He thoroughly expected
To receive the painful kick.

He finally did swallow
And breathed some needed air
To let the words come tumbling out
That were so true and fair.

The moments seemed like hours;
The seconds lingered so…
And yet as he looked up to see
The old man seemed to know

And he thought he spied a smile;
Rather sad though it be
It slowly turned to laughter
As it let the young man free.

For both men now could understand
The test of trying to ask
The question each man hopes to find
Their most accomplished task.

Jennifer:)

P.S. did I get it right?

The Mailman

He comes driving by our place
Most every single day
And yet we often fail to thank
The guy who makes it gay…

For many country bumpkins
Such as us who school at home
The time he drives past with the mail
Means entertainment’s come.

We wait, we sigh, we check again
For contact with the world
And when his car has finally come
Our excitement comes unfurled.

So now I write this poem for him
Who works to bring us this;
The highlight of our every day-
The mail we meet with bliss.

Jennifer

Democrats

I walked down the street
As happy as could be;
I was enjoying the fall weather
When something struck me.

At first I simply swatted
And continued with my walk…
But when a dozen bugs had landed
I let out one big squawk!

Oh my gosh; they’re everywhere!
They intrude upon my space…
But even as they bite me
I try to swat with grace.

I try to leave, but what’s the use?
They follow me back home;
They crawl, the pests, into my bed
The climb, they buzz, they roam!

I guess I haven’t noticed
How they are everywhere
Until they finally all came out
To climb into my hair.

You may not know just what these are;
This bug that drives me mad…
Well, then I’ll tell you what it is;
It’s name is democrat.

(I wanted to say liberals but it wouldn’t rhyme as well; yes, the box elder bugs are out!)

Jennifer

Roles...

This poem is dedicated
To all those Godly men
Who possess the strength to push away
The evil that tempts them.

How can we blame the men that fall
Beneath their manly roles
When women have distorted
Their masculine goals?

We women have attempted
To make ourselves look tough
But in the awful doing so
We’ve messed up lots of stuff.

We’ve robbed a man of character
That only men can have;
And so they, confused, back off
And let us women rave.

We’ve made our men to feel so low
That they don’t have to work;
Instead we’ve switched our given roles
And taught our men to shirk.

We rob them of their given roles
We tempt them with our charms
We work alongside men who lust
For pleasure that only harms.

Who is surprised to see men fail
To work, provide and flex
Those muscles that a man can have
But not the other sex.

I cry for men who suffer
Under girls authority;
I shudder for the leaders
Who accept this life to be.

I thank you men who struggle
To retain your normal lives
I am grateful for the men
Who look for humble wives.

The Ones Who Lead the Way

There is a strong and quiet Force,
Who do not show their face
But rather fight in dark and smoke,
And never leave a trace.

They train in hell for painful months
And if they do not drop
They graduate with highest honors
Though it’s not about to stop…

No this is not the end
To a painful memory;
Now the victims must go on
And swim across the sea

To fight a nonstop, ongoing war
That takes so many lives…
And yet they know the rewarding thing
Is the buddy who with them dives.

Yes something we can’t understand
Is how they come to be
The brothers, buddies, friends and soldiers
As they fight for you and me.

I may miss the camaraderie
That the Navy SEALs possess,
And yet I am so grateful
For the men who stay… the best!

(All military branches are awesome; best just fit better :)

Jennifer