Category: Poetry

Right now, if what we all are going through has youAbout to blow a fuse for being bored to tears,Your routines long since gone, not knowing what to do,May I suggest a resolution to your fears.If what I’ve said above is accurate, I’m sureThat after some consideration I’m not daff.Because,

By what and how you have been influenced will show\In certain habits and demeanor as you growInto your own adulthood; nothing having hadMore influence, in many ways, than your Dad!Father’s Day, therefore, should not be shoved aside,As being “no big deal,” but gladly viewed with pride;Assuming that you like yourself,

Perhaps you did not hear, so let me say again: NO!You now have no excuse for saying that you did not know.You understand what “No” means, don’t you? May I now surmise?Okay, the sarcasm’s not needed…I apologize.I sure would like to know—I really would—who told you this.The reason being, this

Think back along your younger years, on what you did;Perhaps as far back as when you were just a kid.Most likely you lived through those years with one concern’Yourself! Intent only on what you had to learn.And everything outside that field was hardly touched at all;Some grudgingly, so few things

This day is set aside for those who died in war;To pay them homage and respect for sacrifice and more.This day should be one where we try to reach and touchBecause, not having been in war, you really don’t know much.For instance, take the veteran who has a Purple Heart;What

I think it sensible, and long past due, to seeThat female warriors, the Amazons, can beDefinitively acknowledged to be real, not myth,Where actual remains show what we’re dealing with.I guess it rests on how you view the female clan;In many ways they are the equal to a man.Accepting the vast

When you-know-what has hit the fan,You have two choices—picking one;You get to work, do what you can;Or choose to panic, start to run. Some people pause, think what to do;But not to help, solution spinned;But they will sound good—(nothing new)—Essentially a bag of wind. But then, when things go bad

So I am not a happy camper here and now;And there are succinct reasons for it, I avow.You know we are three hundred million strong;We do have accolades galore which do belongWhere we, in any need, in any crisis, standAs one–ready, willing, meeting the demand.But there is always that percentage

I guess you can say I’m a weirdo of sorts;Refusing to think the way everyone courts.I’m speaking of how you define certain things—Like beauty, for instance, responses it brings.If it’s good to look at—I mean really good,Most label that beauty, think all of us should.But beauty, to me, is much

I’d like to thank all those whose first thought is to give;The ones who auction their own lives so others live.There is but one descriptive term–humanities!It is not done to garner praises aimed to please.There is a crisis, there is need, that’s all she wrote.There is no greater accolade we

You were all set on doing something when your Mom said “No!”Then all the gripes and moans and pleading didn’t do a thing.You knew that you were right…besides, what did your Mother know?An even bet, this dialogue has a familiar ring.But what your Mother “knew”, most likely, was experience.And when

This human life has factions far beyond the norm;;Like where two people meet, a bonding starts to form.And, if that bonding’s meant to be, you’ll often findThat each one will, quite often, read the other’s mind.To one, the other’s comment came out of the blue;So how were thoughts transferred? That

The big bad wolf could learn from us—Without a lot of needless fuss;We seniors surely know enoughTo show him how to huff and puff! But, at the same time, Heaven knows,There’s something else we should propose—That what he’s after, after all,Won’t go well with cholesterol. That fairy tale may be

You know the average Leprechaun is small;The average just above your knee is all.In every other aspect though you’d seeThey are like us in their anatomy.There are some differences, like pointed ears,But nothing obvious, so it appears.Their craftiness and penchant to conniveHave been their lot in order to survive;They cannot

Back when we, as a nation, first beganAlready, as a people, quite dispersed.The Irish were disparaged to a man,Considered, on the social scale, the worst. When common labor beckoned, slaves were sought;But slave owners said No!, with sullen ring.“Our slaves are worth more than what you have got!But Irish—they will

To most of you, what’s said here won’t mean anything,To others, it will bring back haunting memories.There are those episodes in every life which stingEach time they are remembered, doomed to never cease.In looking back, each one will violate the norm;What you feel would be logical will not be there.And