March 3, 2010

I Don't:

I don't want to be any kind of ranger.
I don't want to put up with danger.
I don't want to be a Blitz Pig.
I don't want to dance a jig.
I don't want to fight all night.
I don't want to count the dead at daylight.
I don't want to be a flyboy.
I don't want to be some girl's toy.
Toy pig, flyboy jig, night ranger, and daylight danger.
I don't want to see an in coming scud.
I don't want to die in a puddle of blood.
I don't want to hear a boom that's loud.
I don't want to see a mushroom cloud.
I don't want to know how bad is my timing.
I don't want to see the death toll climbing.
I don't want to this war go.
I don't want to live far below.
Loud scud, climbing blood, timing cloud, and go below.

Copyright ©2003 Ellis William Moore

March 1, 2010

Only Keys:

Hell's gate stands open for me.
Ready to suck me down to eternity.
As I'm shown the book with all my sins.
My name goes on, I can not see the end.
Giving my soul no time to even rest.
To those demons I am just a piece of flesh.
Hoping to rip my soul from my skin,
to burn with them in this pit of fire and brim.
I'm always remind of my earthly shame.
As the demons pull me deeper into the flame.
With my eyes burning black and tongue fiery red.
I scream Lord of Lords am I really dead?
I look up because I know I did not do right,
but the Son of God turns from my sight.
Jesus of Nazareth has the only keys.
Will I get out of this burning eternity?

Copyright ©2003 Ellis W. Moore

February 24, 2010

Old Friend:

Oh great southern pine out in the yard
with needles falling from your hands
She planted you before starting our family,
now look at you there so strong and proud
Your arms out stretched,
trying to keep the morning sun off my windowsill
Standing there against the wind and rain,
holding back the snow that tried to hurt our home
You sent her pine cones so she could decorate
They made our Christmas tree come alive
A nest of mocking bird in your branches,
their songs fill the air along with your sweet scent of pine
I watch the moon through your branches, its silver light
brings back memories, of the dreams we sheared
Now you branches hang low, so the kids can take a few,
to make a wreath for her grave, because you loved her too

Copyright ©2002 Ellis W. Moore

February 22, 2010

In You:

As I try to do battle in this coliseum
of life facing trials and setbacks.
It's gladiators hammering me
from all sides with out mercy.
I can see in the far distance
a light in your eyes, a light of hope.
There in your heart is a place of rest,
a place I can feel safe.
In these darkest hours I find that hope.
In you I find inner strength and dignity
Because of you I can go on in this life.
This fight for life I know someday
will end, but till then thank you.

Copyright ©2002 Ellis W. Moore

February 17, 2010

Your Poem:

You ask me to read your poem
and give you advise for that gem.
If I might say before I start,
write your poem from your heart.
Tell the world how you feel,
not what they think is real.
Don't let people change your mine
how you think your poem should rime.
Even if they don't think it's right,
only you have to sleep with it tonight.
People will tell you, my friend,
how they would make it end.
Just smile and say, that's fine,
but please do not change your mine.
So if your poem speaks to your soul,
it is worth your weight in Gold.

Copyright ©2002 Ellis William Moore

February 15, 2010

The word:

As I watch the flower inside of you slowly die
because of words unspoken, I wonder why?
There are only four letters in this word's name,
yet the world is consumed by playing it's game.
With the use of this word you've been mislead.
This word for some is not easily said.
Each one of us feel we must be told
how one feels by using this word of old.
I can't live without you here by my side.
Like you without it, I too would surely die.
When you ripped it out of my inner soul
I know that I would never want to grow old.
Tho all these tears flowing down my cheek,
my feelings for you could never reach a peak.
Please, give me just one more chance, tonight,
so I can say ""I love you"" and set things right.

Copyright ©2002 Ellis William Moore

February 10, 2010


Only time will tell then it is too late.
Will I stand at the pearly gates?
Will I have to clean the stars?
Will I have rags and gas filled jars?
Will I be nothing but a pile of dust?
Will I have no thoughts, is this just?
Every thing I thought and learned,
will be nothing but dust in an urn.
I ask my God for his forgiving nature.
I'm hoping for a life in his hereafter.

Copyright ©2002 Ellis William Moore

February 3, 2010


She has a moat around her house,
how deep does that water flow?
Is it there to keep one out?
You have two moon’s in the sky,
will they cry out to warn you?
Is that why you tried to hide?
That one-way bridge is so very thin,
does it keep track of who comes in?
Is it yes, then how long has it been?
A house without windows high/low,
how, oh how, can you ever hope to grow?
Is this why your heart is healing so slow?

Copyright ©2002 Ellis William Moore

February 1, 2010


As I try to understand life
I walk in a void between then and now.
Seeing only what my eyes want
yet I know they lie to me.
My feelings fool me at every turn
of my journey through time.
Yet I cling to each of those feelings
as if they are my will to live.
Could my dreams be cries for help,
trying to get me to see the truth?
Have I stayed on the path of reality
or fallen into the abyss of insanity?
Someday knowing I will have to look at
myself in the mirror of life, I wonder,
will that mirror show me I have done well,
or will I even recognize who is looking back at me?

Copyright ©2002 Ellis William Moore

January 28, 2010

Know Me:

You touched my heart
and made the wind stand still.
You took my voice so I
could only sing for you.
You held my soul tightly
in your hands last night.
I knew I had no will
for your will prevailed.
You blinded me to all others
yet you saw me not,
heard me not,
felt me not.
Sadly you will never
come to know me.

Copyright ©2002 Ellis William Moore

January 25, 2010


Why did you leave me that night.
Taking my love.
Taking my hope.
Taking my will.
This heart of mine has needs.
To feel desire.
To feel closeness.
To feel happiness.
I long to be the only one.
In your thoughts.
In your dreams.
In your arms.

Copyright ©2002 Ellis William Moore

January 20, 2010


Standing there in the
morning sun so fair.
Your fragrance fills
the cold morning air.
With dew drops dancing
across your petals so grand.
The smell of the rose,
is a gift from God to man.
The color as red as the blood
from your passionate heart.
There is no wonder it shows up
in so much of man's art.
Like on you, I find thorns to
protect the rose's delicate stem.
How do I get to your heart,
must the thorns be trimmed?

Copyright ©2003 Ellis William Moore

January 18, 2010

Is War Needed:

Is any War needed is any Death right?
What is the price we pay to sleep safe at night?
Is any War good, just... or even true?
Who pays for our freedom I'm just asking you.

Was it my buddy on patrol with me that day?
Was it my Uncle who is long gone away?
Was it my old playmate, who is still not quite right?
Was it my husband my wife asks that wakes up screaming at night?

Was it the guy down the street, or that lady leaning on the wall?
They keep drinking to forget but they remember it all.
Was it the tin can walkers or the ones on the ground?
Was it the man in the plane dropping bombs upon towns?

I am just asking... though it's not fair to you,
please if you know, can you just tell me who.
Who paid for this freedom for me to openly say?
This War is unjust and should be stopped today.

Copyright ©2005 Ellis William Moore

January 13, 2010

Silent Words Spoken:

The straight razor swings open
cuts then closes again
so quick so deep
no pain was shown, but there was

Eyes meet words unspoken
turning they walk away
silent cuts so quick so deep
no pain was shown, but there was

January 11, 2010

Gnome in the tree

Cutting down a tree for the mother of my daughter’s friend. I was trying to get the branches teamed first. When I cut off the branch that was growing over the driveway I spotted this little guy looking at me. I stopped and told the woman she had a gnome living in the tree we were cutting down. Little was I to know she was very superstitious and made me stop cutting on the tree. If you drive by her house still today, you’ll see the tree just the way I left

January 6, 2010

Ghost or Not:

Okay for tonight’s post I thought I might do something a little different.

When I was up in my daughters attic painting the windows I had a board over the open area to keep wind and or rain out of the house until the paint could dry. I cleaned my brush off every now and then because there was a lot of glass in the window and I did not tape them off. To make a long story a lot shorter I was not paying attention to how I was wiping my brush off on the board. On the third window, I looked at the board and saw this miss of pant strokes. I saved it and showed it to my daughter and granddaughter. My nine-year-old granddaughter said. “Mom that’s the girl I told you I saw on the stairs the other day.” Now my family thinks, this is a picture of a ghost that lives in her house.

I like the picture and think it is only a bunch of paint that got slopped on a board.

January 4, 2010


You just ran out on us.
You didn't say good-bye.
Not letting us know you left.
Not showing us you care.
We ask where you went.
We sit and wait for you.
Listening for the phone.
Listening for the doorbell.
Hoping you will come back.
Hoping you want to see us.
Oh why can't you love us?
Oh what a sad day this is.
Can't you see our tears?
Can't you hear us cry?
What have we done so bad?
What can we do to change?
Please come see us mommy.
Please come today.

Copyright ©2002 Ellis William Moore