For My PHAmily

Discussion in 'Poetry and Words of Wisdom' started by Bro.BruceBenjamin, Sep 27, 2010.

  1. Bro.BruceBenjamin

    Bro.BruceBenjamin Premium Member

    For My PHAmily

    My mother was addicted
    to drugs my father the
    bottle in whose footsteps
    I will never follow

    Told me I would
    never be anything
    shaddered any hope
    I had let alone any dreams

    From the darkness
    into the light
    my eyes opened by the
    words let their be light

    I live my life
    on the level
    finished off by the trowel
    resisting the influence of the devil

    Divide your time wisely
    I am the 24 inch gavel
    don't mistreat others be plumb
    and squared up in all your travels

    Embrace all with wisdom, beauty and truth
    love your neighbor as yourself
    I am the master of myself
    respect to all following the line of Ruth

    These things I find all to be true
    having been tried never denied
    ready to be tried again
    as I travel to the east forever blue

    raising three fingers
    raising five fingers
    raising seven fingers
    all at u … ….. …....​

    Copyright © 2010 Poetic Ministries​
  2. JTM

    JTM "Just in case" Premium Member

    woah cool.
  3. kenlew25

    kenlew25 Registered User

    I love this bro. Can relate!!
  4. Blake Bowden

    Blake Bowden Administrator Staff Member

    Very good stuff!
  5. Bro. Stewart P.M.

    Bro. Stewart P.M. Lead Moderator Emeritus Staff Member

    Very nice indeed!
  6. Bro. Kilpatrick

    Bro. Kilpatrick Registered User

    Good stuff Bro. Bruce!

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  7. Ashlar76

    Ashlar76 Premium Member

    AWESOME! Period!

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  8. timwright

    timwright Registered User

    This was powerful bro.

  9. PHA KD#50

    PHA KD#50 Registered User

    I did not write this, I saw it on a website somewhere and thought I would share it...

    Masonic poems

    Those Men Who Wear Those Mason Rings

    Those men who help my dad each day,
    They wear those Mason's rings,
    A Square and Compass set in gold,
    The praise of which I sing.

    My dad, he hurt his back you know,
    One cold and wintery day.
    He slipped and fell upon the ice,
    The insurance would not pay.

    And since that time those rings I see,
    On hands that help us much,
    With mowing lawns and hauling trash,
    Each day my heart they touch.

    They even built a house for me,
    Amid our backyard tree,
    Where all the neighbour's kids,
    Would play with laughter full of glee.

    My Mum she cried with happiness,
    The time the Mason's came,
    To aid our family in distress,
    Without a thought of gain.

    And when I'm big, just like my Dad,
    Of this it must be told,
    I want to wear a ring like his,
    A Square and Compass gold.

    Long years have passed since when,
    My Dad was in that plaster cast,
    And since then I've sworn that Solemn Oath,
    Which unites us to the last.

    But more than that I'm proud to say,
    I wear his Mason's ring.
    The one Dad wore for many years,
    Until his death this Spring.

    And one last time his comrades came,
    To aid my weeping Mother,
    They praised and bid a fond farewell,
    To our fallen Brother.

    And after which MY son did ask,
    About their aprons white,
    And of the rings upon their hands,
    Of gold so shiny bright.

    With tearful eyes I said with pride,
    They're men of spirit pure,
    Those men who wear those Mason's rings,
    Of that you can be sure.

    And before he went to bed that night,
    The family he foretold,
    Someday I'll wear a ring like dad's,
    A Square and Compass Gold.

    By W:. Bro:. Michael R. Strampe
    P:.M:. Lake Lodge No.189 Milwaukee, Wisconsin

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