The Exorcist Revenge

Occasionally a joke or story will strike me as a poem. Afterall, cowboy poetry got its beginning as a way to tell stories in an interesting manner. This is just such a poem.

The Exorcist Revenge

A lady seemed really obsessed;
thought a demon had got her, she guessed.
Had it driven away
but then, she wouldn’t pay
now she finds that she’s been repossessed.

Jeff Hildebrandt © May 17, 2011

Mountains in the Mirror

I got an email request for Mountain in the Mirror and asked how the person had seen it or learned about it. Can you say possible marketing opportunity? Well, this was the answer: Jeff: I am a sub teacher in Grand Junction, Colorado. On the wall in this teacher's office where I am subteaching is your poem with your name on it. Where this teacher got it-I do not know? I LOVE IT! So, I started searching for you on the internet & took a chance that I would find you. Yepee ! I did !

Mountains in the Mirror

There are mountains in the mirror
as I drive to work each day
and I can’t help but watch them
at each stoplight on the way.
Through the brown and leafless branches,
past the foothills, dark and dry,
God’s majestic handiwork
juts upward to the sky.
And if I leave for home in time
there is glory to behold
as the sun sets past those mountains
and the sky is pink and gold.
Do you think it’s just coincidence
or was it pre-arranged
that what I see each way to work
is God’s mighty mountain range?
The sight lifts up my spirit
and I thank God right out loud.
for the beauty He’s created
mixing peaks with sky and clouds.
There are many things reminding me
to praise the Lord of Hosts
but the mountains in the mirror…
that’s the one I like the most.

Jeff Hildebrandt, © 2000
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Portrait of Valor Unveiling

Guess which former Army Staff Sgt has been asked to emcee and perform at the Center for American Values when they unveil the portrait of our newest Medal of Honor Recipient? And guess who will be on stage with 3 Medal of Honor recipients? Guess who better get busy polishing his boots? It all happens this Saturday, May 14, in Pueblo, CO.

a devil's demise

The country paused and held its breath.
Was it really true?
After 10 years they had found him
and knew just what to do.
Silently, they tracked him down,
removing all resistance.
Forcefully, our posse proved
the value of persistence.
Our leaders learned to “cowboy up”
though hope got mighty thin
that we could track that devil down
before he struck again.
So, thank God for the analysts
who puzzled up the clues.
And thank God for the Navy Seals
who brought us such good news.
Thank God for their courage,
for their skill and dedication.
Though we may never know their names
they deserve our acclimation.
As do the weary sentinels
who daily guard the door
in order to keep terrorists
from spreading to our shore.
A victory is ours today
but the conflict isn’t done.
So, Cowboy Up America
until this war is won.

Jeff Hildebrandt © May 3, 2011

Flint Eyed

This is inspired by a painting on Bob Boze Bell's True West Magazine blog site. I've included the link and hope it gets you there. http://blog.truewestmagazine.com/
If not, let me know. You might want to read the poem and picture it in your mind then look at the painting and see how close this comes.

Flint Eyed

He crouches on a grassy perch above the prairie;
Flint eyed, focused where each sunrise
brings with it the
comfort of yesterdays.

He crouches; silently seeking signs
in the cycle of sameness
but sensing sorrow.
He knows tomorrow
long shadows on short grass
foretell an end to what has been.

But for now, he crouches;
moist eyed
as sunrise leads to
sunset.

Jeff Hildebrandt © 4/26/2011
inspired by a Bob Boze Bell painting.

Empty Tomb Rolls

You may have heard of this, but I just learned about it from my wife, who is a pre-school teacher. It's a way to illustrate the Easter miracle for children. They call it: Empty Tomb Rolls. Have the kids flatten out a large Grands bisquits and put a large marshmallow in the center of each one. Then pull up the corners and pinch them together. Put your bundle, upside down, on a cookie sheet and bake them as indicated on the package. When they're done, the marshmallow is gone, leaving an empty tomb in the center.

The Easter Charade

Easter, like so many of our expressions of faith, gets watered down by those well-meaning but misguided souls who refuse to see the Truth in what the celebration is all about. Some of them will be in the pew next to you.

The Easter Charade

Easter Greetings, Easter Bonnet,
Easter Dress with ruffles on it.
Easter Outfits, brand new shoes,
Sunrise Service on the news.
Easter Sunday we all go
to church to see the fashion show.
The pews are packed; it’s wall to wall
Easter Lilies line the hall.

Easter baskets come in handy
to carry all your Easter candy
and Easter eggs which are designed
for some to hide and some to find.

Easter sales on summer clothes;
How it happened, no one knows.
The Easter Bunny came one day
and simply took the Truth away.

Now, this yearly celebration
is over eggs and not salvation.
And yet, God’s gift is there for you.
To get it all you have to do
is talk to God, confess your sin
and ask for help to start again.

It’s time to choose; love or money?
Either worship God, or the Easter Bunny.

Jeff Hildebrandt © April 1, 1991