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King

by

Scott Roloff

Through one

We see more than this life's moral
in which

Casts of shadows surely fail
the world

In light and truth and vanquished evil
became

A place where none need to fear

That one

Its He who cast out demons.
of which

Great things are spoken of
who knows

The one who is our hero
no shame

Is found by those who love

And one

Who worked his life for heaven
who knows

Life's hosts should find their way
all that

Speaking, preaching and healing
is

the one who formed it all

He spun

A work that knows no ending
his tale

A song of untouched key
in webs

of connections as strong as iron
of times

So great and far to see

This one

Our King returns in glory
is back

To take his bride to be
and all

The dark disspelled forever
so real

A home which is our glee

False Power

by

Scott Roloff

Boast your cause in youth-strong power
Move the troops through fisted cries
Crush the weak, no one was looking
Might is right, at least for now
Beat the path and pave the way
For all our hopes have drown
Silent homes hide for fear
Who can mourn their dead
Though life fell short
They're stronger now
Easier times to be
Iron strong gaze
Fills the eyes
Of those who
grew today

of el of

by

Scott Roloff

Its of that ancient age
When worst came, there was no cure
And that would mark the end
They saw it come
Freely plain
Yet none would do a thing
Work, play, sing, and dance
All ignored their fate
How can they have been so dumb
Too laugh at their own wake

Fast

by

Scott Roloff

Most of what we say and do
Works with some detail
Yet its done so fast we dare not tell
How all is said in cold fast talk
What does it mean when all is none
And none is all we need
Soon the hope of sun ray's heat
Will wisk the rain away
If you joke, you move too fast
For ants line up to go
The food is here to get and eat
And you can have it too.

Anniversary, 11th

by

Scott Roloff

Another year has come along
Making us the double one
As I think back on yester year
My love is not the same
Not what it was when we first met
Not the same as those first years
Life has knocked us back and fourth
And I am not the same
A poem is truth sprung from the heart
And I'm here to tell you now
If I've lacked anything in this life
There's been no lack of love
Hand in hand with you I've walked
My heart grows fonder still
At night we lie to close the day
And I feel blessed to be with you

Anniversary, 12th

by

Scott Roloff

Now and then I hear the wind ,
It speaks in terms of background thought.
It reminds me of my greatest joy,
The life we share and marriage we’ve had.
If I haven’t stopped to say today,
Let me say it now.
I wouldn’t trade you for a billion dollars,
All I need is you.
So dialogue with your tender heart,
And tell me how to please you so.
Better to fail in all endeavors,
Then to fail my love for you.
Bring happiness for the world to see,
Your hand in marriage forever with me.
In layman terms what I’m trying to say,
Is, "Wife, will you marry me?".

Wife's 38th

by

Scott Roloff

A portion of me has found no word
To express the gift I have
Could not have searched a hundred years
And found a match like her

The pleasant trees that surround our home
Whisper symphonies of love
Our words and deeds, such funny things
To dictate how we pass the day

Moreover I see the gentle breeze
in light-hearted things she says
Words that lightly brush the soul
bringing smiles to my eyes

So on this July of twenty-three
My heart orchestrates these words
To celebrate my wife’s dear birth
And how much she’s meant to me

For at the age of 38
She’s a beauty queen indeed
It seems to us that much has passed
But much better awaits us still

Perhaps someday the words will come
To pinpoint these feelings true
Simplistic gratitude must be proclaimed
Before I pass away

Oct 05

by

Scott Roloff

If this is all there is,
Then what’s the point of livin?
What’s the point of livin,
If there’s nothin yet to come?

No greater terror grips my gut,
In the latest hours of the nite.
My soul shivers from within,
At the possibility of not be-in,

For what is all man’s greatest work,
If all was wrought for naught?
What feigning purpose does it serve,
If all is vanished in time?

I know I do not wish to be,
A walking sack of chem.
I know I DO NOT wish to be,
A meaningless hint of spark.

And even if I do great things,
Or live a life mundane,
Either one is pointless still,
If both in kind forgot.

Some say they don’t believe in God,
Or anything thing that’s near.
Some say that this is all there is,
And none can steer their thought.

As if they found my greatest fear,
And then to say "Ah ha!"
The glory in their bright idea,
Is how it stabs my heart.

What meager time have I lived,
To worry of such things.
No great deeds have I toiled,
To concern so long preserved.

So force myself! Rise from the bed!
Each time the clock beck-ons.
And fight the good fight each day,
To earn that loaf of bread.

And hold dear hopes that something still,
Awaits for me a greater fate.
To carry forth all these deeds,
Someday towards Masterpiece.

And yet one truth has stricken me,
In subtlest surprise,
For as I ponder morbid thoughts
Inner joy chuckles from my heart,

Just hearing the sound of my hound,
Howling as the cops whirl by,
He eagerly chimes in with them,
Causing me to laugh aloud.

And if it is in these little things
That true meaning here is found.
I wish to be attentive still
To whispers that surround.

And capture the host of sun lit days,
In memories that play,
Over an over more pleasant still,
As years begin to fade.

To Socks who died 10-24-05

by

Scott Roloff

We had a special cat indeed,
With short black & white fur was she.

With other cats she didn’t much get along,
To my six year old son--did she belong.

She adopted him from the moment he came,
It was when he held her that she was most tame.

She loved to run and chase in the wild,
Just the love of hunting would pull her away from my child.

It was this cat coyotes could not defeat,
She could race up a tree with no claws in her feet.

But when she saw my boy she’d come a running,
And follow him on his bike just a trucking.

When he held her he carried her so clumsily,
But with Jonathan she purred happily.

Perhaps why this cat was fondest to me,
Was the love she had for little Johnny.

Through the Ages...

by

Scott Roloff

Through the ages my heart waits to see,
The powers of Love and Live combined,
By the eavesdropes of Life's cracked-open door.

NOTHINGNESS

by

Scott Roloff

Suddenly there was no space and time,
And it grew ever quickly.

Through the Ages 2

by

Scott Roloff

Through the ages my heart waits to see,
The powers of Love and Life combined,
By the eavesdropes of a Life's cracked-open door.

The Rich do Rule

by

Scott Roloff

Great decisions are made every day,
With disregard for life.

All is done for profit sake,
With no concern or after-thought.

We’re just a number, me and you,
To the mighty powers that be.

And if we die or suffer still,
They laugh at our ill-fate.

I feel so small to make a change,
What is a mite to do?

And if you try to break from this shell,
Your peers, they turn on you!?!

So grant me rest, take up my bed,
This sorrow is over due.

Take my place with the masses dead,
While my last cent goes to the rich.

Our Words

by

Scott Roloff

Miss-Chosen Words,
Cause the Wife of many years,
To Throw her Marriage into the Wind,
Losing Romance to Pain.

Did you see the moon last night?

by

Scott Roloff

Did you see the moon last night?
T’was a lovely thing indeed.

So full and round and bright it shown,
The air was crisp and clean.

Crystal snow crunched beneath my feet,
Yet I wasn’t even cold.

Did you see the moon last night?
It took my breath away.

Brought back fond memories of childhood,
When at night we once would play.

But now your gone, my grandpa so dear,
So, I stare at the moon alone.

Remembering now the night you died,
The air was so very clear.

A full bright moon shined down on me,
Just before I reached your door.

I already new you had passed away,
The moon had told me so.

So when I found you on that floor,
My tears began to flow.

15 Years

by

Scott Roloff

One cannot find a simpler wish,
Than what I’ve happened upon.

A life that’s rich with fonder things,
Like true love I’ve had with you.

Although it’s been 15 years today,
From the ceremonial "I Do".

My passion for you is ever clear,
My heart can’t be more true.

So when in doubt_ when I’ve pissed you off,
Be reminded of these words.

I really do love you dear,
With you only do I belong.

Windows Lie Before Us

by

Scott Roloff

All the windows lie before us,
Deceitfully beckoning us to choose.
When all the while they lead,
Ultimately to the same room.

Valentine 2006

by

Scott Roloff

Over and over, Over and Over, Over and Over, Again.
It’s not what you do, not what you do, over and over again.
Just know that I love you, know that I love you, over and over again.
And if things don’t go like we ex-pect, I’ll love you all over again.
For you don’t know how you’ve changed me, the way that you move me inside.
And on this day I have one wish, Just be my valentine; will you be my Valentine?

Valentine '06 (again)

by

Scott Roloff

When once we started out as friends,
Then a kiss made it so much more.
And then, at last, you gave your hand,
Becoming the wife I adore.

This Valentine I hope you’re pleased,
With the gift I have to give.
Not much coin is present here,
So I write these words for you.

Lately it seems I’ve been amused,
With the simple things you say.
Thank you for being my lovely gal,
For brightening every day.

A Mother’s Day Wish (2006)

by

Scott Roloff

Makeshift cards fill your household
Not too fancy, Not so plain.

You read of wishes to be happy,
Take it easy, Enjoy the day.

For you have bore all our problems,
Our troublesome days, Our bothersome nights.

While your children speak out of place sometimes,
Talking back with lots of smack.

Take no concern with slight attitude,
In the end, they do love you.

You persist with grace on tiring days.
Keeping a pace no one can keep.

Scoring a 10 in the role of Mother,
You’ve brought our home a fortune of smiles.

Getting back to the reason this occasion is made,
I’m wishing you a Happy Mother’s day.

4 W's

by

Scott Roloff

Who am I?
What am I?
Why am I?
Where does this go?

What the Hell- Is All- This for?

by

Scott Roloff

Do you ever stop to think,
What the Hell- Is All- This for?

Perhaps today we’ll learn a thing,
And grow a little more.

But in the end, when its time to rest,
After paying all your dues.

Do you need to learn just a smidgen more,
Or is it time to shut the door.

To say goodbye to earthly things,
That matter much indeed.

For matter is just what we learned,
And how we shape it so.

Anniversary, 17th

by

Scott Roloff

It’s not a thing to love your wife,
When your wife’s as fine as mine.

A beauty queen from the start,
She’s aged quit well with time.

I do not fancy other gals,
For me there’s just this one.

My heart is hers ‘til the day I die,
May none such thing be fast.

For I could not be in happier times,
She births my laughter forth.

And when I glance in true romance,
Her lash gives me the sign.

We kiss under a star lit sky.
And dance ‘til day has come.

Wife on birthday

by

Scott Roloff

She works with all the children,
She’s happily adored.

She has changed the path of many,
And given so much more.

How does one express in words,
The gratitude inside.

For a life that’s given so much more,
Than any could dare to be.

So thank you for your giving ways,
And all you’ve set out to do.

I hope this day you find special,
A birthday wish for you.

What To Do

by

Scott Roloff

What Am I to Do Now,
Where Am I to Go.

Can’t deny the info learned,
The truth that lies before.

Too late to plan and organize,
Too late to move the clan.

A desperate cry to wake the land,
To all in dream-like stance.

Give hope to those with hopeful guise,
Beckon not the enemies resolve.

Purpose to thwart their crafty plan,
Give none an easy yield.

Blast the canons and court the fool,
We may make a hole or two.

Burst forth the whole with force to bare,
And give ‘em the hell that’s due.

Memories

by

Scott Roloff

A special memory to share with you,
A past we shared, a past we knew.

Remembering the day I took your hand,
Hoping you'd wear my wedding band.

The time we walked on iced over street,
You laughed as I fell down that hill, so steep.

And humble beginnings together we shared,
The smallest apartments and landlords we bared.

Always a cat for our window sill,
You loved them dear, so I swallowed that pill.

You finished your school, with a great GPA,
You continued your work with children each day.

With you I've found no better place to be,
A guiding voice with certainty.

Along came Gab, Nina, and John,
We've come this far, was no small job.

Living in places from here to there,
So many memories of homes we share.

Friends that we've had have come and gone,
You find them once more; You just log on.

Remember that church, that neighbor, that pet?
Remember the moments in time we've set.

There's so many memories we've had in our day,
I cannot retract, I only can say...

Times of our lives, we laugh and we cry.
My life next to you, till the day that I die.

For no other plane of existence would do,
Then right here, right now, sharing with you.