GOD watches over me no matter where I roam I drive a Peterbilt named Nellie Bell, she always brings me home. Hauling cars from here to there, taking them to their destination. Always feeling HIS Presence, keeping me from frustration Every time I turn into the drive headed home I bow my head and thank HIM for riding along August 25, 2022 Mark Waldrop
I'm sorry it's so, I'm obliged to go I can't stay in one place very long you know I have to keep traveling on down the line Happy as I can be, I'm feeling mighty fine My momma done left me,the kids are all grown I ain't got no reason to stay at home Free as a bird, not two pennies to rub together I feel like the richest man on this earth ever I'm out of jail, the whole world is mine All I need is just a big ole bottle of wine We're all gonna die somewhere makes no difference to me I ain't got nobody to spend no money to bury me When I lay my head down for the last time I just thank GOD iv’e been blessed all this time August 20, 2022 Mark Waldrop
Have you ever tried to blame someone you know Only to find out it wasn’t yours to bestow The blame you angrily flung at them came flying back to roost within You know what the Good Book says Keep Peace, so that we may be HIS August 19, 2022 Mark Waldrop
Frosty was a kind and gentle soul. I remember his face from long ago. The little red wagon he pulled, his dog that tagged along. He didn't have a care in the world always humming a song. I'm not saying he was perfect, for he was just a man. Seems like the Good Book says Love covers our earthly plans. Kind memories of Frosty speak for themselves. So love is everlasting, even if perpetuated by ourselves. August 9, 2022 Mark Waldrop
The Prescription I have longed for since the beginning of time Is the Prescription that will give me much peace of mind Searching in many Drug Stores to no avail Even trying Emergency Rooms with fail I don't think it's a man-made medicine that will cure the ill Finding it one day, the Prescription of Goodwill August 3, 2022 Mark Waldrop
A traveling salesman in the south at the time My wife convinced me to get a perm, that my income might climb With my new look, nothing could hamper me The sales would soar. The money Would be flowing so free At my first stop, I proudly entered the door Only having their comments, dash my hopes to the floor August 3, 2023 Mark waldrop
“The Poet Society of South Carolina” was born over a hundred years ago. It was born in Charleston to keep its city aglow. Many readings and late-night meetings on King Street seemed to make the Creations oh so sweet. As time moved on, The Poet Society evolved. Its aim is that every community be involved. The taboo of the rich and famous having been left behind. We are opening new doors to the young and old, with Creative Minds. Where we go in the future is difficult to see. We are leaving it to the children of you and me. July 24, 2022 Mark Waldrop
Leftovers are the most misunderstood creation of mankind We’re not sure where they come from, they confuse the mind Often thinking of leftovers we think of food The second time around puts us in a better mood Have you ever assembled a grill, bookcase, or Bike I bet you had more parts than you would like Leftovers are just a natural law of the land Better to have leftovers than none in the hand July 19, 2022 Mark Waldrop
Pray or not. I just put the bacon on. It will increase my cholesterol before I’m gone
I went to a Funeral With my Father one day It was quite different I must say Not what I was used too But appropriate anyway The family grieved Just like any family would They told stories That made all look good They cried And they mourned They sang and they shouted For hours on end I felt God’s presence To the very end Their skin was black Mine was white That made no difference In God’s sight