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
I know a guy named Jordan He works as hard as he can He will mow and trim your lawn And manicure it is his plan He is honest and dependable Much in demand I consider him a good friend And a very nice young man June 19, 2022 Mark Waldrop
Have you ever lived on a farm and rendered lard It’s a hot messy job that's done in the yard First comes the fire, then the cast iron kettle Throw in the fat right in the dab gum middle Skim off that old lard and let it get hard Remove the cracklings do not discard Take the lard inside and give to your Grannie She’s gona make some hoe cakes for sweet little Annie Annie gona jump up and run all around She’s gona skip to the Holler shoutin Hoe Cakes y’all come on down June 8, 2022 Mark Waldrop
There is more violence than ever seen before Maybe it’s our ability to see much more Violence is on the rise that’s for sure For whom ever you ask there is no cure Some say it’s the weapon that is at fault Making of all weapons should not halt Violence originates in the Heart of man Should that be where we start with our plan The Good Book says Love is light, evil is dark Understanding of that is where we should start Mark Waldrop June 5, 2022 These words came to me while watching Face The Nation Sunday morning
We gather here, is a true blessing from GOD Those brought together will surely be awed Bringing those in accordance of mind Bringing those who are very kind The gathering seems to transcend all bounds Bringing TRUE LOVE from where GOD abounds June 6, 2022 Mark Waldrop
No matter how important you become You still have to take out the trash When you think your something that your not You still have to take out the trash Whether your rich or whether your poor That trash still has to go thru the door So be humble and bow down to GOD He will bury your trash where no man hath Trod June1, 2022 Mark Waldrop