David Lessard - Poems
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Poetry Series david lessard - poems - Publication Date: 2014 Publisher: Poemhunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive david lessard(september fourteenth, nineteen forty- one) I grew up in vermont. have also lived in new york state, virginia, nevada, new hampshire and currently live in central arizona. I was a respiratory care practitioner most of my life. I am now retired. I have an associate's degree in the health sciences. Working on a life-journal that totals over a 1,000 pages. (A shorter version that is 250 pages) A 'novel' of 165 pages and about 400 poems, make up the balance of my writings.(poemhunter and poetfreak) www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1 A Capital Idea Money honey...that's what I want... In this age of buying and selling, Is there something, they're not telling? What does it cost them to sell? Much less than what we pay, (so why should they tell?) There would surely be a riot then, If we knew just what they spend. We'd all be up in arms and yelling, What they are keeping secret and not telling. The only trouble with profit is greed, as it satisfies no normal need; It's a road paved with bad intentions, No more health plans, no more pensions. We've nothing further more to gain, We've known all along where troubles lain; We're on a non-stop, hell-bound train, We're in a whirlpool, going down that drain. For what? Big bucks and corporation, All for the profit of one small nation; A nation of the powerful and few, Someday they crash...just like me and you. david lessard www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 2 A Christmas Seed What holds the world together? What keeps the mind at ease? For some, it's fun and pleasure, They are easiest to please. They think nothing of tomorrow, It's only for the moment they live; They look the other way from sorrow, They just receive, instead of give. God holds my world together, God keeps my mind at ease; It makes no matter what the weather, It's His will I want to please. Now the Spirit's all around us, Especially at this time of year; I wish we were all on the same bus, Of His goodwill and friendly cheer. Let us pray for all that worry, Let us pray for those in need; Let's us part from all the hurry, And plant a Christmas seed. A seed to sprout across this land, A seed to grow and live in joy; A seed of His, sweet, precious band, A seed of Angels in His employ. david lessard www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 3 A Different Breed Of Men Meet me in St. Louie, meet me in St. Paul, Meet me in Seattle or don't meet me at all. See me in New York, see me in L. A., See me in Salt Lake City, or San Francisco Bay. Watch for me in Houston, watch for me in Big D, Or check out Arizona, perhaps that's where I'll be. The itch to roam is strong, I cannot sit too long, The winds are calling me, and I must heed its song. There's men that can't stay still, they must be on the road, There's men that can't be rooted, they do not fit the mode. You'll find them way out west, or on the eastern coast, Wherever you may find them, they cannot be the host. They can't stand being tied down, to any certain thing, They can't stand being stagnant, they must be on the wing. Time for them means nothing, time for them is now, You see them hiking mountains, not behind a plow. They've a restless urge to wander, down many paths of life, They cannot comprehend to loaf, most don't have a wife. They're the hermits and the misfits, just ordinary men, But they don't break at all, and neither do they bend. david lessard www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 4 A Game Of Chance Do you have dreams that you may cease to be? Have you a plan that may not see its end? Then say hello to a world of fate that you can't see, and kay sa ra and what the hell is happening, my friend. In gambling, it's termed a game of chance, in insurance, it's just a risk you take - and while they frolic in the nude in France, You may or may not...have that slice of cake. It's the spin of the dice, that rules tomorrow, It's the cards that fall, just who knows where - that determines whether it be joy or sorrow, and whether or not you'll you'll cry or care. Lady luck, she's just a figment of your mind, If it weren't for bad luck, you'd have no luck at all - and as the memories of happiness unwind, let's hope you cash them in before you fall. Life's a token, no pot of gold is there for taking, It's a shoot-out all the way, a game of win or lose - It's your planning, struggling in the making, It's yours to grasp whatever way you choose. Let's hope you find it, before it kills you, Before the dreams and plans all turn to dust; Before goals have died with the morning dew, and all you've had and done has turned to rust. david lessard www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 5 A Guy From Algiers There once was a man from Algiers, who suffered from many strange fears; He was know as a loser and one hellava boozer, and his outlook improved with six beers! david lessard www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 6 A Hundred Poems I wrote a hundred poems, to the woman I loved. Seventeen years later, she told me that she'd only loved me that first year after we were married. For sixteen years she kept her silence of not telling me. It's difficult to write of love Anymore. Even now, when I have a woman that says she loves me back. I think of songs...'I thought you loved me, you said, you loved me, we planned together, to love forever...' (Nat King Cole...A Blossom Fell) Melancholy tunes...'Where are you? Where have you gone without me? I thought you cared about me...' or...'I'm A Fool T o Want You...' or 'What's New? How is the world treating you? ' Sinatra could make you feel sooo alone. One day, not too far away... I'll sit down and it'll pour out of me... This love for you... and you alone... P.S. It never happened. She lied. david lessard www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 7 A Little While A little while with joy and laughter, a little while with grief and pain, A little while with sun and shadow, a little while with fog and rain. A little while with summer's beauty, a little while with winter's cold, A little while with springtime's magic, a little while with autumn's gold. A little while with friends and family, a little while with folks we know, A little while with loving people, a little while in their sweet, tender glow. A little while with books and pictures, a little while with music's grace, A little while with things we treasure, a little while in each and every place. A little while to smell the flowers, a little while to do so very much, A little while with thoughts we value, a little while within God's gracious touch. david lessard www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 8 A Love Affair With Life- I have a love affair with life- it's taught me secret things- it speaks of long ago- and what the future brings- I have a love affair with life- it's taught me in my youth- to hunger after freedom- and be a seeker after truth. I have a love affair with life- I hope it never goes away- it finds me living right- it brought where I am today. I have a love affair with life- though it's brought me pain and sorrow- there's nothing I wouldn't give- to catch a glimpse of my tomorrow. I have a love affair with life- the gifts it gives are free- it gives me sun, air and water- best of all, it brought you to me! david lessard www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 9 A Man From Iran There once was a man from Iran, who possessed a magnificent tan... Then he moved to Mahattan, Sleeping on sheets of satin; when asked why? he said... 'Cause I can! ' david lessard www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 10 A Needle In A Haystack... Why did it take so long for me to find you? Why did it feel as if it took forever? I felt that I did all the things I knew to do, Perhaps they all were far too clever... Devious and cunning, that's what they proved to be, They thought that they were too far above my head - They never let my true self shine, that which is me, They thought that they were in control, instead..