The Dark Side Of Heaven

     Just a thought, or two, for a Sunday morning. It is a poem in need of pondering.

     Please read and enjoy,

Jake.

From the song Hotel California by the Eagles.

“This could be Heaven or this could be Hell.”

The Dark Side Of Heaven

There are those who will say

that there isn’t a Hell

and into its depths

we’ll not slide.

But if that is true

I will say this to you,

then Heaven must have,

a dark side.

 *

You must live, your life

in the best way,

so to Heaven you’ll go

when you die.

I was raised to believe

there, my reward I’d receive,

when I went to the sweet

bye and bye.

*

 But, there must be a dark side

of Heaven,

if it’s true that there isn’t

a Hell.

Yes, there must be a dark side

of Heaven,

for all of those angels

who fell.

*

 When our souls do arrive

at those Pearly Gates,

is there a path

to the left and the right?

 And who has the say

who goes, and which way,

to the dark side

or into the Light?

*

 Is there a book of our deeds

and a tally,

of the good and the bad

that we’ve done?

And if there’s more wrong

are we’re moved along,

to the dark side away

from the Son?

*

So, there must be a dark side

of Heaven,

if it’s true that there isn’t

a Hell.

Yes, there must be a dark side

of Heaven,

for all of those angels

that fell.

*

 Yes, there must be a dark side

of Heaven,

if it’s true that there isn’t

a Hell.

Yes, there must be a dark side

of Heaven,

for all of us sinners

who fell.

***

 Jack Downing

May 2013

“This could be Heaven or this could be Hell” is from the song “Hotel California” by The Eagles, originally released as a single in 1977 and later became the title song of an album.

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While The Village Slept

     Complacency, is as dangerous as incompetence. We must never again let our guard down, America is a target for any number of hate mongers who are determined to bring us down. We must further secure our borders, north and south, and we the people, must send a message to Washington that we will not accept politically correct policies that put Americans, here at home and around the world, at risk. Let us not become the village that slept..

Jake. 

The village that sleeps is the village that dies.

The village that sleeps is the village that dies.

WHILE THE VILLAGE SLEPT

 Out, beyond the range

of the scent of the hounds,

the invaders massed in force.

Preparing without haste,

waiting without sound,

for events to set the course.

 *

Time, for them an ally

as the village slept in peace,

secure within the comfort, of their past.

Danger long forgotten,

their defenses had no crease.

And, against all armies, they’d hold fast.

 *

The invasion planned

well before this hour

for any circumstance, unknown.

The villagers were soon to be

without their usual power,

and then, into the chaos thrown.

 *

At the hour of the rooster

when he began to crow,

the invaders took to arms.

And with the sun,

into the village flowed.

Giving quarter none, from harm.

 *

The gore and blood

in rivers ran,

from every site and section.

Where were the vaunted defenses now,

the protectors of this land?

Might there have been, defections?

 *

When death’s visit ended

and the slain brought out to count,

were hundreds, nevermore to be.

 Piled high at center square

a vast and great amount,

of those spirits, now set free.

*

 And the traitors with their silver,

slithered back away from there,

with their evil bought and paid.

While the invaders, ate and drank

from the village shares,

and no act imagined, was forbade.

*

The women were as chattel

the children kicked and scorned,

for to the victors now, all things had passed.

And the living, wished at times to be

they, who now are mourned.

And upon those traitors, curses cast.

 *

Now, the time of occupation

would linger for an age,

and then once more again, the village slept.

Secure now in defenses

that on a grander stage,

tricks them to forget, how once they wept!

***

 Jack Downing

Mar. 2011

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Backyard Fun (The Lawn)

     Here is another entry from the Backyard Fun theme. For all of you maniacal lawn laborers and grass-a-holics out there this one’s for you.

     Have a weed-whackin’ Wednesday,

Jake.

THEY'RE MOCKING YOU!!

THEY’RE MOCKING YOU!!

Backyard Fun

(The Lawn)

You finish at dusk

and you start-up at dawn,

attacking the dandelion

degrading your lawn.

You mow and you hoe

but the battle goes on,

and how impervious they are

to your “Weed-B-Gone.” *

Yes, you dig and you dig

and you spray and you spray,

you attack them by night

and you attack them by day.

They show up in the Spring

and all Summer they’ll stay.

And sadly, only snowfall

will hide them away!

Jack Downing

May 2013

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*Weed-B-Gone is a registered trademark of the Scotts company of Maryville, Ohio, USA.

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Backyard Fun (The Grill)

     I’ve written a few poems recently with a theme.. Backyard Fun.. They are all very much tongue in cheek, but I think that you will have some fun with them. This one, (the grill) has a funny sideline to it. After spending six plus hours assembling it,(worst instructions ever, 36 steps in schematic form, with no words) the final pieces to be attached were the covers, and on the final cover was a sticker, listing all of the features that the grill had, and at the very bottom of the sticker, in very small print it read; free assembly available.. Thanks a lot. They couldn’t have put that on the box? Arrrgh.

     Take  the time to smile at someone that you don’t know today. (But be careful)

Sincerely,

Jake.

Free assembly available!

Free assembly available!

Backyard Fun

(The Grill)

Oh, what a thrill

to assemble a grill,

with nothing better to do

for six hours.

But, just as I was done

away, went the sun,

and left me to curse

the rain showers.

Jack Downing

April 2013

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A Mother’s Gift

     My mother, Marie Downing, died on May 9th, 2009 just before Mother’s Day. I wrote this poem in her honor shortly thereafter. Every word of it is the truth. May she rest in peace amongst the angels.

     I would like to take this opportunity to wish all of the mothers who read these words, a very happy Mother’s Day. I would also like to suggest to the rest of you, that if your mom is still with you, treat her special today and everyday, for as long as you can,  for you will miss her dearly when she’s gone.. I know!

 

A Mother’s Gift

You filled a space

no other could,

you taught me always

think the good,

of those I meet

along the way,

and that sunrise brings

a whole new day.

To dwell not upon

a hurt or slight,

and let the heart decide

the wrong or right,

of what I do

or what is done,

then let it go

with the setting sun.

But, of all the lessons

I have learned,

there’s but one, upon

my soul’s been burned,

there is no stronger

force on earth,

nor gift, of any

greater worth.

Than a mother’s love

that’s given free,

to each of us

for eternity,

and wavers not

in life or death,

it never takes

a final breath.

***

Jack Downing

May 2009

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Yesteryear

     Ah yes, the good old days, do you remember your parents and grandparents saying how much better things were back in their day? Well now it’s our turn to relate just how simple life seemed to be back when we were growing up. The sad part is, as each generation looks back on their “formative” years and compares it to the present day, and what should scare us greatly, is that the current time will one day be looked back upon fondly, and be recalled as, simply wonderful!

     Have a Friday to remember,

Jake.

YESTERYEAR

                                                                  Do you remember,

                                                                 those summer days,

      with time suspended,

    in a daze,

                                                                   of clear blue skies,

                                                                 and sunshine’s rays?

  *

                                                                 When hours passed,

                                                                     like hours should,

                                                                        and it was safe,

                                                                    to walk the woods,

                                                            and your name was known,

                                                                 in the neighborhood.

  *

                                                            When beaches were clean,

                                                                    without the waste,

                                                                       washed ashore,

                                                                        or left in haste,

                                                                     and the water had,

                                                                        no metallic taste.

      *

                                                              Ah, the days of yesteryear,

                                                                will they ever reappear?

                                                                             I think not,

                                                                         and it’s my fear,

                                                                        that what is now,

                                                                      will be held as dear.

        ***

                                                                          Jack Downing

           May 2009

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Jeff Foxworthy On New Englanders

     I had to share with you, an e-mail that I received yesterday morning.. It is so, so true.. Chuckles for you, this Wednesday.

Jeff Foxworthy On New Englanders

Here is what Jeff Foxworthy has to say about New Englanders…  Forget Rednecks ….

If someone in a Home Depot store offers you assistance and they  don’t work there, you live in New England .

If you’ve worn shorts and a parka at the same time, you live in  New England.

If you’ve had a lengthy telephone conversation with someone who  dialed a wrong number, you live in New England.

If Vacation means going anywhere south of New York City for the  weekend, you live in New England .

If you measure distance in hours, you live in New England .

If you know several people who have hit a deer more than once,  you live in New England .

If you have… switched from ‘heat’ to ‘A/C’ in the same day and  back again, you live in New England .

If you can drive 75 mph through 2 feet of snow during a raging  blizzard without flinching, you live in New England .

If you install security lights on your house and garage but  leave both unlocked, you live in New England.

If you carry jumpers in your car and your wife knows how to use  them, you live in New England .

If you design your kid’s Halloween costume to fit over a  snowsuit, you live in New England .

If the speed limit on the highway is 55 mph you’re going 80 and  everybody is passing you, you live in New England .

If driving is better in the winter because the potholes are  filled with snow, you live in New England .

If you know all 4 seasons: almost winter, winter, still winter  and road construction, you live in New England .

If you have more miles on your snow blower than your car, you  live in New England .

If you find 10 degrees ‘a little chilly’, you live in New  England .

If there’s a Dunkin Donuts on every corner, you live in New  England .

If you think everyone else has a funny accent, you live in New England  .

If you actually understand these jokes, and forward them to all  your New England friends, you live or have lived in New England.

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