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No One Listens

by

Kenneth R. Bays

As I live my life year by year.
Many things I say, but no one hears.
I'd like to talk but I do not dare,
Because no one listens, no one cares.
If someone would listen, how happy I'd be,
But all they do is make fun of me.
I believe in God up above,
I know he listens with all his love.
So when I die and the candles are lit,
They'll wished they listened when I said I was sick.


Remembering

by

Kenneth R. Bays

Do you remember when you were young?
How times were simple and so much fun.
You lived you life so wild and free,
Away from this time of misery.
Times have changed so much today.
It's even unlawful some places to pray.
You went to school and had so much fun,
You didn't have to be afraid of guns.
I'd like to go back, to the place of charm,
With all my children, away from harm.
I'd gladly give what life I have left,
To go back to that time of no regrets.

My Favorite Season

by

Kenneth R. Bays

Of all the seasons we have in a year.
There is one I hold so dear.
New life abounds wherever you look.
Flowers and animals by a babbling brook.
The trees are budding, the grass is green.
A prettier sight I have never seen.
I pray thanks to God every night,
For giving me this wonderful sight.
When I die I want it to be,
In the springtime for God to take me.

The American Soldier

by

Kenneth R. Bays


This land is ours through our soldiers might
They fight for our country both day and night.
They defend our country so brave and true,
So we can fly our flag of red, white, and blue.
They fight for our country so far from home,
My heart is with them where ever they roam.
They give their lives so we might live.
So lets show our support it's the least we can give.
When you see our flag flying so high,
Please remember these soldiers who so bravely died.

Tribute of Love

by

Kenneth R. Bays

Tribute Of Love To my twin sister Nancy

I think of you often and it makes me sad,
To realize the kind of life we could have had.
If you had lived along with me.
I know we'd be happy as could be.
You died so young and had so much love to give,
You gave your life so I might live.
Some day in heaven we shall meet.
Without you my sister my lifes been incomplete.

The Night I Dread

by

Kenneth R. Bays


ALL THE LITTLE CHILDREN

All Hallows Eve is a night I dread.
For it is the night of the undead.
They come out to seek their prey,
Before the night turns to day.
If they find you and your alone,
You'd better pray you make it home.
These monsters,they have no souls.
They'll try to eat you from head to toe.
So if you've listened to what I've said,
You'll stay in this night,the night of the undead.

Family

by

Kenneth R. Bays


To my Mother, Eleanor

My family means so much to me.
Without them I could never be.
We've had our ups, we've had our downs.
We've had our smiles, we've had our frowns.
A better family I could never have,
They make me happy when I am sad.
There's one in our family and I'm glad to say,
Without her we wouldn't be here today.
She made our lives when times were bad,
She made our lives even when she was sad.
So to my mother I dedicate this poem.
For all the love she has shown.

Sing Me A Song

by

Kenneth R. Bays

To My Wife Diana

Sing me a song, a song so true.
About the love I have for you.
I love you morning, noon, and night.
My love is forever and a night.
The love I have for you will always be strong.
Without you my darling I couldn't go on.
Remember me dear when I am gone
Remember me dear in a song.

A Thought Of Freedom

by

Kenneth R. Bays

This is my country,my liberty.,
Where our people are brave and will always be free.
We stand together on the days of war,
To protect our freedom for ever more.
Our men and women fight side by side,
To find these heathens who like to hide.
They hide under rocks and they hide in caves,
Our wish is to make this their graves.
I pray for our forces who fight so brave and true,
To come home safely to the red, white, and blue.
For the ones who don't make it and can't come home,
They'll be sitting by God on His holy throne.

Take Me Away

by

Kenneth R. Bays

Death my friend where have you been?
The time has come, I'm near my end.
I've lived a life of sickness and strife.
So take me Death away from this life.
To leave this life might be a shame,
There's no one else but me to blame.
With open arms I welcome you.
Take me to a place with a better view.
Please be on time, and don't be late.
Death please take me to Heavens Gate.

My Best Friend

by

Kenneth R. Bays

The one that I love with all my heart.
Is always with me, we could never part.
I loved him on the first day we met.
I know a better love I could never get.
A better friend I could never have.
He makes me happy when I am sad.
A day will come when we'll have to part.
When it does it will tear out my heart.
The time will come when we'll meet again,
Up in heaven with all our friends.
When I die I know I'll be ready,
To see my best friend, my cat Teddy.

Christmas Time

by

Kenneth R. Bays

Christmas is my favorite time of year,
A time to be happy, a time to cheer.
With children all warm and snuggled in bed,
Waiting for Santa and his big red sled,
If you are naughty, this I am told,
You will get nothing but a big lump of coal.
When Santa comes make sure your asleep,
Don't make any noise, don't let out a peep.
So on this night of joy and fun,
Remember it's the birth, of God's only son.

Christmas Time

by

Kenneth R. Bays

Christmas is my favorite time of year,
A time to be happy, a time for cheers.
With children all warm and snuggled in bed,
Waiting for Santa and his big red sled,
If you are naughty, this I am told,
You will get nothing but a big lump of coal.
When Santa comes make sure your asleep,
Don't make any noise, don't let out a peep.
So on this night of joy and fun,
Remember it's the birth, of God's only son.

Turkey's Revolt

by

Kenneth R. Bays

I am a turkey and I'm here to speak.
On this Thanksgiving,try a different meat.
Chicken is nice, but beef is better.
Lamb and pork are different altogether.
Fish and shrimp would be a change,
Or even a deer out on the range.
I think you would like a rabbit or two,
Or maybe a chipmunk might even do.
If I could talk here's what I would say,
Please try something different,
On this Thanksgiving day.

Pathways of Life

by

Kenneth R. Bays

Some paths you take all through your life,
They lead you to happiness or lead you to strife.
Which way you turn, either right or left,
Can make you or break you, because life is a bet.
As soon as your happy and you have it made,
Life comes along and shows its charade.
Life can hurt you and make you frown,
But it can also turn it upside down.
So as you walk the paths of life,
Stay on the path,the path that is right

Winter Time

by

Kenneth R. Bays

Winter is my favorite time of year,
A time of snow and Christmas cheer.
You make a man from the first fallen snow,
You dress him up like he has some place to go.
Icicles are hanging in the mid-morning light,
Shining and sparkling, what a wonderful sight.
If you are walking outside in the cold,
Bundle up tightly, and cover your nose.
I thank the Lord from up above,
For all these visions,these visions of love

The Price of Freedom

by

Kenneth R. Bays

My country means so much to me,
It is my home, the land of the free.
I live how I want and love how I live,
Our great country has so much to give.
This freedom comes with a great cost,
All the men and women whose lives were lost.
They gave their lives for the land they loved,
God now takes them to his home above.

My Pretty Blue Jacket

by

Kenneth R. Bays

When I was young and it would get cold,
I'd open the closet to get warm clothes.
The very first thing that I would see,
Was my pretty blue jacket that meant so much to me.
My pretty blue jacket was my best friend,
It kept me company, time and again.
It would make me happy when I would frown,
And cheer me up when I was down.
As I grew older the more I grew,
And wear it I couldn't like I wanted to.
So my pretty blue jacket I put away,
For my little daughter on her first birthday

Forever Freedom

by

Kenneth R. Bays

Army, Navy, Air Force, Marines,
No greater forces will ever be seen.
They lay their lives on the line,
To protect our country and all of mankind.
If not for them where would we be?
Probably speaking German and some Japanese.
If some countries could have their way,
We'd all be on rugs praying five times a day.
I thank these men and women too,
For the amazing job that they do.
So when you see our flag flying high,
Think of our soldiers who so bravely died.
They are in heaven with God above,
Shining in the light of his eternal love.

If I Could Fly

by

Kenneth R. Bays


If I Could Fly
When I see the birds up in the sky,
Spreading their wings and soaring so high.
I've always wondered what I would do,
If I were able to fly with them too.
I'd go to places where I've never been,
Around the world and back again.
Up in the clouds is where I would roam,
Flying so high away from home.
I'd see the sights I've never seen,
And pray to God it's not a dream.
But most of all of everything,
I hope when I die I'll get my wings.

AMERICA THE FREE

by

Kenneth R. Bays

When I see our flag flowing and blowing in the wind,
It makes the hair on my neck stand up on end.
I'm proud to be an american, in the land of the free,
Nothing in this world means as much to me.
When terrorist try to hurt us and tear our country down,
All they are doing is making us more sound.
These people like to murder, this is what they do,
But all they are doing is biting more than they can chew.
America is forever and forever it will be,
The land of milk and honey and the home of the free

When TV Was Young

by

Kenneth R. Bays

Remember when we watched TV when we were all so young?
We'd watch Cowboys and Indians shooting their bows and guns.
You wouldn't see blood flowing or the bullets going in,
To show these things way back then would have been a sin.
We'd watch Mickey and Popeye, and Donald Duck too,
We'd laugh at them so hard we didn' know what to do.
But now days you watch TV it's different in everyway,
They show sex and sin and murder every day.
I wish I could go back to the days of black and white,
When children could watch TV and everything would be alright

Tears Of A Child

by

Kenneth R. Bays

As I was sitting by a window on a bright sunny day,
I noticed a bunch of children all gathered outside to play.
They were hopping, skipping and jumping and having so much fun,
They were all happy playing,that is all except one.
The one that I noticed was standing by his self.
He looked so small and innocent, just like a little elf.
I went outside to talk to him, to see what was wrong,
He told me in his little voice that his mommy was gone.
I could see the sorrow and sadness through the tears in his eyes,
As he asked me if his mommy was up there in the sky.
I told him that she was and she was happy as could be,
And that she didn't want him to be so sad and unhappy.
I told him as I looked at him, with a slight grin,
That he would someday meet his mommy once again.
As he looked at me with his big blue eyes I saw his tears were gone,
He said, thank you mister for telling me, now I can go on.
As he walked away from me I began to cry,
Because his mommy as an angel was standing by his side.

A Proud American

by

Kenneth R. Bays

I've crossed America from coast to coast,
I'm so proud of our country, we have so much to boast.
Like the Rocky Mountains way up high,
Streaching across the big blue sky.
And the Grand Canyon, it's no joke,
Why I bet it could hold a billion boats.
I've gone where the Cowboys used to ride and rope,
And where the Indians used to signal with smoke.
From ocean to ocean and in between,
There is so much beauty to be seen.
As you travel across this great land,
There is one thing you need to understand.
To live in our country, the price isn't free,
Our soldiers give their lives for you and me.
I pray every night to God above,
To protect our soldiers with all his love.

Satan, A Religion Of Terror

by

Kenneth R. Bays

This morning as I got out of bed,
I shook the cobwebs out of my head.
I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth,
With thoughts of religions and their different beliefs.
Most religions are about the same,
But there are a few you would never claim.
Like slaughter and murder and torture too,
These are a few of the things that they do.
They drive their trucks full of bombs,
To kill innocent people, this is so wrong.
To their peers they are martyrs and heros too.
For all the terrible things they do.
They die for god, this is what they say,
But they're in for a suprise and alot of dismay.
Heavens a place they will never see,
Because straight to hell is where they'll be.

America, Forever Free

by

Kenneth R. Bays

Why do people hate us so, it's hard to understand.
Is it because they are jealous of us and our great land?
I'm tired of countries saying we are a demon beast,
While they turn around and kill their young and weak.
Freedom of speech and religion, this is why they kill,
They want us to live like them, hopeless and without will.
For us to ever live like that, it will never be.
Because we're the land of freedom,hope and liberty.
So God Bless America, the land where freedom breathes,
And if you don't like it, then why don't you leave!

My Childhood Memories

by

Kenneth R. Bays

I remember many years ago when I was but a lad,
The house that we lived, it makes me very sad.
We had no running water, no furnace to keep us warm,
And I was really frightened whenever we had a storm.
For anyone to live this way it is so very wrong,
But my dad's love for alcohol proved way too strong.
My mother did the best she could, she made our house a home,
By loving us and working her fingers to the bone.
Other peoples laundry sometimes she would do,
So she'd have extra money to buy her kids some food.
As time went by things got better, actually very good,
But I still have nightmares of carrying coal and chopping wood.
So I thank my mother for all that she has done,
I just wish I could've been a better, loving son.

My Favorite County Fair

by

Kenneth R. Bays

When I was just 16, so many years ago,
I went to our county fair, to see all it's shows.
I seen the snakes and alligators, and a monkey with 3 tails,
I tried to knock the bottles down, but I would always fail.
Then I seen something that I just had to do,
But it took alot of courage, and some stupidity too.
It seems they had a bear there, that liked to wrestle men,
So I signed to fight him, and maybe even win.
My girlfriend was quite impressed with my coming bout,
But then my mother happened by, and she began shout.
It seems she didn't want to lose her youngest son quite yet,
But I just ignored her, but soon I had regrets.
The bear that I wrestled, he was kind of mean,
And it didn't take him very long to tear off half my jeans.
My head it was bleeding, my eyes they had some tears,
I was so embarassed, I tried to hide my fears.
If I had it to do over again, do you know what I would do?
I'd jump right back in that ring, how about you?

Don't Mess With Your Sister's Doll

by

Kenneth R. Bays

To my sister I am writing this poem,
About something I did when we lived at home.
It was in the year of nineteen sixty,
I did the deed that made family history.
She had a doll she loved so true,
Without her baby she didn't know what to do.
Lizzy was her baby doll's name,
And what was to happen was really a shame.
One day at home, all by myself,
There was Lizzy sitting on her shelf.
I grabbed the scissors off the desk,
Cutting her hair, I made such a mess.
Lizzy now sat in her little red chair,
Bald as a cucumber, she had no hair.
Needless to say, I paid the price,
For what I did, almost cost me my life.
After the bruises and cuts did heal,
And my fingers again could touch and feel.
Forgive me please, to my sister I said,
And she replied,"maybe after I'm dead."

Merry Christmas Mom

by

Kenneth R. Bays

Very,Merry Christmas Mom on this special day.
This poem will express our love in each and every way.
If it wasn't for you Mom our Christmas would be so blue.
Because you'll never know how much we do love you.
The sacrifices that you made we will not forget,
Because of the way you raised us mom, we've never had any regrets.
You taught us what was right or wrong and what was good or bad,
And thank you for this Christmas Mom, it's the best we've ever had.

The Raglesville Store

by

Kenneth R. Bays

Many years ago when I was young,
I remember a place where I had so much fun.
The place was called the Raglesville store,
It provided food and so much more.
In times of school it's where we went,
To wait on the bus and spend our few cents.
There was Johnnie and Norman and Carla too,
Bonnie and Jim just to name a few.
In summer time when school was out,
We'd gather there to play about.
At night we'd sit upon it's porch,
To watch the traffic go back and forth.
Now times gone by and I'm so much older,
What I wouldn't give to go back and start over.

My Career As A Dentist

by

Kenneth R. Bays

Many years ago, when I was seven or eight,
My brother John had a terrible toothache.
It hurt him so bad, I thought he would die,
He held back his feelings, he didn't cry.
I thought for a while what could I do,
To ease his pain and suffering too.
Then suddenly a light came on in my head,
The idea I had, John would surely dread.
I took him outside and told him to stand,
And soon I was there with bow and arrow in hand.
I tied string to the shaft and tooth,
Pulled back on the bow, then I let loose.
I'll remember that day until I die,
As his tooth took off across the sky.
When it was over and the deed was done,
The toothache was gone, now he could have fun.

Some Things Children Shouldn't Do

by

Kenneth R. Bays

In the small town,where I am from,
I had a good friend, he was my chum.
The things we did way back then,
Would scare the hair right off your chin.
We would place cans upon our heads,
And with our rifles shoot them dead.
We'd go to Elsie's and climb her trees,
And make mudballs to throw at the bees.
When the balls did strike the hives,
The bees would sting and swell shut our eyes.
I remember one time, as he put his pants on,
He started jumping and singing a song.
It seemed there was a wasp in his pants,
And that's what was making him sing and dance.
To my friend Ron, I dedicate this poem,
For all the friendship that he has shown.

My Favorite Sound

by

Kenneth R. Bays

All through your life many sounds you'll hear,
Like dogs barking and children's cheer.
The sound I love most, comes from the sky,
It's the falling of rain as it touches my eyes.
When the rain hits a roof that's made of tin,
No better sound has there ever been.
It lulls you to sleep as you lie in bed,
And makes pleasent dreams flow through your head.
The rain is not only a beautiful sound,
It cleans the air and waters the ground.
When the day comes and I breath no more,
I want it to rain, I want it to pour.

My Puppy

by

Kenneth R. Bays


I had a little puppy and he was black as could be.
And everywhere that I would go he would follow me
When night came and it was very dark.
I could never find him unless he would bark.
He wasnít very big and he wasnít very bold,
But he would do what ever he was told.
He liked to run and jump so very high,
And it looked so very much like he was trying to fly.
If I ever lost him I know that I would cry.
And I would miss him until the day I die.

The Nature Of Man

by

Kenneth R. Bays

The world is full of violence and strife everywhere,
Sometimes I wonder if God really cares.
The killing and the slaughter is more than I can stand,
It is spreading more each day all through out the land.
Some kill in the name of God, some in the name of peace,
Oh how I pray to God to let this madness cease.
Yes the day is coming, and it wonít be long,
God will be stepping in to stop all this wrong.
Then there will be happiness and the world void of sin.
But how long will it take for man to start again?

Iraq = Hell

by

Kenneth R. Bays

If there is a hell on earth, Iraq is the place.
There is no where else further from God's holy grace.
Our soldiers die there by the hundreds, it is really a shame.
Because these heathens kill in God's sacred name.
To take innocent people, with hands behind their backs,
Cutting off their heads, no wonder we attack.
Some people they say you cannot help, this is very true,
Because if I had my way this is what I'd do.
I'd take all our people out of the country called Iraq,
Then drop a couple of H-bombs and make that place all black!

I Paid The Price

by

Kenneth R. Bays

I am a soldier who paid the price.
I gave my life, I sacrificed.
My family, my friends, no more I'll see,
I gave my life so they could be free.
This country I loved, with all my might,
I did the things I thought was right.
Far off I went to fight a war,
I gave my life, I live no more.
Cry for me not, no tears should you shed,
I died for my country, for my country I bled.
In the earth I lie, with our flag in my hands,
I'm taking it with me to the promised land

My Last Ride

by

Kenneth R. Bays

The time has come for one last ride,
I'm heaven bound to be by God's side.
I loved my country, I loved my wife,
I loved my family, I loved my life.
But in my death please shed no tears,
I'm heading for glory, with God I'll be near.
Your sorrow and sadness, please put aside,
I've saddled my horse for one last ride.

In tribute to Ronald W. Reagan.

The Final Journey

by

Kenneth R. Bays

The final journey for man to make,
Where will it lead him, what path will he take?
Will the path lead to heaven, or will it lead to hell,
No one on this earth can truly tell.
The sadness and evil we see every day,
God only knows how long it will stay.
Murders, tortures, and famines galore,
All these things happen, and so much more.
Man better hurry before itís too late,
Or heíll never see heaven, and its pearly gates.
This final frontier we hope to explore,
I hope it is heaven, and not hellís door.

Brenda

by

Kenneth R. Bays

I never knew you, I was too young,
You little life ended, mine had just begun.
I think of you often, in my thoughts at night,
You died so young, it wasnít right.
Your family they miss you, this is very clear.
Your mother she wishes, still to hold you near.
There are times at night I know she cries,
Her memory of you will never die.
When you left this earth, and you laughed no more,
My motherís heart, from her chest it tore.
What a glorious day in heaven weíll share,
When weíre all together, in Godís gracious care.

In dedication to my sister.

Happy Birthday Heather

by

Kenneth R. Bays

Happy birthday Heather on this special day,
It seems it was just yesterday, that in your crib you lay.
You came into this world so small and so sweet,
The first time I saw you, you swept me off my feet.
The happiness and the smiles that shown across your face,
Was proof that you glowed in God's holy grace.
So happy birthday Heather, and I want you to know,
That everything I've said before, comes from deep within my soul.

To my niece Heather Ann, with love.

Vote For America

by

Kenneth R. Bays


The time is near to make our choice,
Our country needs to hear our voice.
The right to vote and choose our way,
Didn't come easy, many lives had to pay.
You need to vote, especially this year,
It might save the lives, of our loved ones so dear.
So get out and vote, exercise your right,
Let's get our country out of this plight.
God Bless America, let her flag fly high,
In the sky of freedom, may she never die.

Vote For America

by

Kenneth R. Bays


The time is near to make our choice,
Our country needs to hear our voice.
The right to vote and choose our way,
Didn't come easy, many lives had to pay.
You need to vote, especially this year,
It might save the lives, of our loved ones so dear.
So get out and vote, exercise your right,
Let's get our country out of this plight.
God Bless America, let her flag fly high,
In the sky of freedom, may she never die.

Book Of Life

by

Kenneth R. Bays

Our book of life has pages that have yet to be read.
Chapters on happiness, sorrow and dread.
There are paragraphs of your youth that went so very quick,
It flashed right before your eyes, like a magic trick.
If I could have the chance to read between the lines.
I'd change so many things, some that weren't too kind.
I'd love my family more, and show it every day,
And to our precious God, every day I would pray.
It's not too late to edit, this story that you write,
Because God is the critic, who shines the guiding light.

Dad

by

Kenneth R. Bays

My dads been gone, for many years.
I remember him often, in my memory he sears.
My dad to himself, he always put first,
The money he made, went to quench his thirst.
Alcohol was vital, to this man I called dad,
The way he treated us, was so very sad.
We couldn't eat until he was done,
Leftovers we'd have, sometimes there were none.
Do you know what it's like to see your mother cry,
Because there's no food, as the cupboards are dry?
My mother survived, and so did we,
But we still have scars, many you can't see.

Visions Of Fright

by

Kenneth R. Bays

A whisper in the dark, a cry at night,
Are sounds I hear that give me fright.
A shadow I see in a murky glow,
Makes me wonder if a ghost will show.
Creaks and moans I sometimes hear,
It makes me shiver and shake with fear.
Halloween is here, there is no doubt,
These noises scare me, I want to shout.
There's a vampire there, behind that tree,
He wants to bite me, he wants me to bleed.
A werewolf too is lurking close by,
Under a full moon and pitch black sky.
As these monsters creep closer to make a bloody scene,
I suddenly wake up and realize, it was just a dream.

A Special Gift

by

Kenneth R. Bays

The first time we met, I fell in love,
You were a special gift from God above.
From your little hands to your little feet,
With your precious smile, you are complete.
A prettier child I have never seen,
Your're like the sun, how brightly you beam.
Your mother and father are so proud of you,
And grandmother and I feel the same way too.
If from this life I should happen to part,
Remember this poem, it came from my heart.

In dedication to my granddaughter, Alexis

My Favorite Christmas I Never Had

by

Kenneth R. Bays

My favorite Christmas I never had,
Was full of joy, no one was sad.
My mother and father, both were there,
Hugging and kissing, true love they shared.
My brothers and sisters were gathered around,
Singing carols, what a wonderful sound.
Shouts of laughter filled the air,
Everyone was happy, everyone cared,
One thing that makes this poem so sad,
It's my favorite Christmas I never had.