|Posted by Ryan J. Cunningham on November 21, 2010 at 6:28 PM||comments (0)|
During the Holidays, at war,
Soldiers wish to be home.
With all the blood and gore,
They can’t stand being alone.
They’re with their war buddies,
But that’s not the same.
They want to be with their families,
Not involved in any war game.
As they fight for peace and freedom,
This Holiday Season we should pray;
That soon this war will be done,
And our troops will be safely home one day.
|Posted by Ryan J. Cunningham on November 19, 2010 at 4:03 PM||comments (0)|
Every day can be a struggle ,
Whether you're a wizard or a muggle .
There will always be an evil villain,
Lurking around, corrupting your livin'.
You don't need a wand, spell or magic potion.
Just give the Lord your love and devotion .
With the good Lord on your side,
Face those demons with courage and pride.
|Posted by Ryan J. Cunningham on November 18, 2010 at 3:31 PM||comments (0)|
From the moment of enlisting,
The story of a Soldier is beginning.
Leaving family and their comfort zone,
Many weeks of Boot Camp and missing home.
Learning discipline and Military knowledge,
Basic training and earning money for college.
During a dark and devastating time,
A Soldier stands on the front line.
Following orders and using combat skills,
Moving forward, weapon in hand, adding up kills.
With a heart of courage and bravery,
Fighting for democracy and ending slavery.
War is Hell and Hell is war!
What are they really fighting for?
Independence, freedom, the rights of citizens,
How does one make that decision?
This is a Soldier’s story,
Out there defending Old Glory.
|Posted by Ryan J. Cunningham on November 18, 2010 at 3:27 PM||comments (0)|
Living with hate is living in sin.
Open your heart and let others in.
Be a good friend to all others,
Not just your race, but all colors.
Making this a peaceful place,
Is to throw love at hate.
It sounds so absurd,
To still hear the N-word.
Sticks and stones may break bones,
But names cut even deeper.
In this World of troubling times,
There are far too many hate crimes.
If you don’t like the opposite sex, but the same,
Know deep in your hearts there is no shame.
Those around you who think otherwise,
Are only listening to all of the lies.
Ignorance is hiding behind that gun,
Missing out getting to know someone.
Don’t sit back or even hesitate,
Stand up and throw love at hate.
|Posted by Ryan J. Cunningham on November 16, 2010 at 2:24 PM||comments (0)|
HEY MISTER JESUS:
Hey Mister Jesus, man,
Would you please lend me a hand?
They beat me up on the way home,
I’m so scared and all alone.
Nobody wants to be my friend,
I just want all this pain to end.
I don’t want to live anymore,
I’m ready to walk through Heaven’s Door.
Hey My Child:
Remember that you’re never alone,
I’m not ready to bring you home.
My hands are always reaching out,
There’s no need to feel any doubt.
My faith and love in you is all around,
I’ll pick you up when you’re felling down,
You were born for a really good reason,
And that’s what you need to believe in.
|Posted by Ryan J. Cunningham on November 16, 2010 at 2:19 PM||comments (0)|
Living here in America is truly the best,
Wouldn't want to live in any of the rest.
When this country began,
It was known as the Free Land.
A place to be your own person,
To work, raise a family and have fun.
To not be afraid to speak,
To be strong, not weak.
A special place to live your own lives,
Husbands, children and wives.
|Posted by Ryan J. Cunningham on November 16, 2010 at 2:13 PM||comments (0)|
The Adventures of Jonathan James (TREASURE MAP) The adventures of Jonathan James, The boy with two first names. He no longer wanted to play, With all of his toys and video games. Walking around his room very bored, Bumping his toe on a loose floorboard. He lifted it up and tossed it aside, And Bent down to look inside. To his amazement he couldn’t believe, At what he happened to see. A black eye patch and black cap, And a worn out old treasure map. Following the directions and looking at the lake, Twelve steps east he had to take. With compass in hand, he found a big oak tree, Than from there he had to bend on one knee, To find a group of red rocks. That pointed where X marked the spot. Right behind the baseball dug out, “I’m getting closer!” he began to shout. From there he had to walk ten paces, And moved slowly not to miss any spaces. Than to his delight he saw the X Made from two big sticks. With shovel in hand he began to dig, Dirt flew everywhere and the hole got big. Excited about what he was going to find, Digging faster and faster, not wasting any time. “Clink!” the shovel hit and old metal box, It was rusted with two padlocks. The box looked so very old, Probably filled with diamonds and gold. After struggling for what seemed an eternity, The padlocks broke off and he could see, With eyes so big and wide. Jonathan James dumped out the contents inside. In the box was every young boy’s dream, To find souvenirs from his favorite baseball team. Trading cards, a signed baseball and a Pittsburg Pirate’s cap It was a miracle to find the treasure map.
|Posted by Ryan J. Cunningham on November 16, 2010 at 2:10 PM||comments (0)|
The Adventures of Jonathan James (Playground Bully) The adventures of Jonathan James, The boy with two first names, Was being pushed around By the Bully on the playground. Too scared and embarrassed to tell anyone That he was being hurt by a bigger person. The next day J.J. didn’t want to go to school So he lied about being sick, which wasn’t very cool. His friends Bobby and Tracy were being bullied too. J.J. thought there’s got to be something they could do, To stop the Bully in his school For most of the kids followed the Golden Rule. Jonathan James tossed and turned all night, Knowing he had to stand up for his rights. He confessed to his mom why he stayed home. She said, “On the playground you‘re not alone!” Jonathan James finally came up with a solution, He decided to start a Revolution. He gathered all of the kids on the playground, And the Bully they all did surround. You’re not going to call us names, Or ruin our recess games. You’re not going to hurt us anymore, This is our school, not just your’s. By sticking together, not being alone The Bully got scared and ran all the way home. The children all clapped and cheered, On the playground there was nothing left to fear.
|Posted by Ryan J. Cunningham on November 16, 2010 at 2:08 PM||comments (0)|
THE ADVENTURES OF JONATHAN JAMES (THINKING GREEN) The adventures of Jonathan James The boy with two first names. Doesn’t like what he has seen, So now he’s thinking green. Taking for granted the resources Earth needs to live People seem to take more than they give. Jonathan cares about the Planet he lives on And wants it to stay big and strong. Helping his Dad in the yard Jonathan James works very hard By digging a really deep hole To plant a tree that will grow. Going with his mom to the grocery store, Paper or plastic, will be no more. They now bring their own canvas sacks To carry home milk, cereal, and fruit snacks. While sitting all day watching T. V., Mom said, “You’re wasting too much electricity.” So Jonathan James turned off the power And played outside for over an hour. While riding his shiny green bicycle, Jonathan James found plastic bottles to recycle. Pedaling through the streets, up hill and down This was one way to clean up his town. Jonathan James is doing what he can To help with the master plan. Saving Planet Earth one step at a time For the good of all children and mankind.