The depths to which is possible to feelIs deeper than what you would take as real.Most of us feel we’re adequately defensedWith safety measures to what we’re against.Until it happens there’s no way to knowHow deep your feelings were, how strong a blow.We mourn what we now know we have
These lines that I’m about to writeMay not have any good insight,But thinking by itself is notYou see one practicing a lot.Oh yes, they think–of what to do,Of things they now must follow through,Of what is coming up ahead,Of drastic measures they will dread.But simply to sit back and museIs
No matter if you get up at the crack of dawn,The first thing that you do is put the coffee on.And everybody knows not to get in your wayUntil you’ve had your coffee, and that means every day. And if this morning ritual becomes engrained,You may well think that now
It takes a heap of doing something positiveBefore you may determine how you want to live.And even then to settle for a lesser post;Because you lacked the ways and means you needed most. Now take a good look at what has been written here;If you’re inclined to envy others, you’ll
No matter if you get up at the crack of dawn,The first thing that you do is put the coffee on.And everybody knows not to get in your wayUntil you’ve had your coffee, and that means every day. And if this morning ritual becomes engrained,You may well think that now
I’d like to have you think about what inundated newsSo massively it rivaled even what we got in war.The global warming hyper-thrust to get us all enthused.For quite a while it rivaled anything we’d seen before. The sea off the west coast, its health and nutrients soon bare.Is undergoing changes
The One World concept means be governed byOne group of entities on high;And private enterprise no longer there;Our freedom, by itself, not there to share.Your life will be controlled beyond your ken,Freedom of choice a long lost memory then.They feel that all America has doneWill still be there for them
Okay, So it’s Labor Day…so what?What does it have to do with what I’ve got?What happened all those many years agoDoes not seem something I should want to know. Well, listen up! It has to do with you.What you are capable of earning, too.It helped to elevate the common man;Slave
Is there a reason for our intellect?There must be–perhaps more than we suspectThis thought occurs a lot to mortal manHave tantalized our minds since man began.But then there is no answer we can touch,We simply shrug it off, not caring much.We view it as conjecture, nothing more;We have no cogent
I figure Heaven’s still a lonely place;For the Commandments say what we will faceUpon the Day of Judgment, stern and stark,And the direction on which we’d embark.We dare not think that God will hem and haw,Allowing us to circumvent the Law.For, after all, the Law’s the Law—point blank;And we have
Of course, it was a shock: Herschel being gone;And instantly the thought: Will we carry on?Perhaps he knew, perhaps he didn’t, but we knowIt is because of him the Breakfast Club did grow.He did not choose to live upon a self-made shelf;In fact, at times, he was larger than life
As long as there’s been language, to speak and be understood,There have been philosophic words meant for the common good.So here I am, advising you, assuming you can read;Assuming that the subject matter has a common need.Of course, it is quite proper that I ascertain that first,And, once again, I
“Never get mad at them who know more than you do,It ain’t their fault.” An old authentic Cowboy quip,Who had something to say about all that they went through,Quite succinct in the wording, like a verbal whip! Of course, some are, like this: “Don’t squat with your spurs on!”Directly meant
Assuming that you LOVE your spouse, there’s always something more;Just how much do you LIKE that person; how would he/she score?Since you can like a person without love, turn that around;In thinking of it in that way, all the above is sound. In dealing with the human mind, there is
If you are still in high school, still a youngster, like as not;That does not mean you will not have adult thoughts, quite a lot.Most of them though you may not recognize for what they are;But how they influence you may well carry you quite far.By now, you know that
In his Farewell Address, George Washington discernedTo be American, America comes firstThe pride of patriotism, something you have earned.Reflects a love of country, bold and unrehearsed. Americans all know of Patrick Henry’s speechWhere he said, proudly, “Give me Liberty or death.”This love of country is a proper one to teach;To
I’m telling you, I may be at the end now of my rope.I know I’ve done the best that I know how, the best I can.Quite honestly, it’s got to where I don’t know how to cope.I’d like to have him seen as a presentable young man;I try to keep
An old man had died, who had been of good stock,Who also was proud of his Grandfather’s clock,Which also had stopped with the former’s last breath,A singular tribute upon the man’s death.When something like this does occur, in a sense,We tend to then label it coincidence.But that quickly fades, for
If you are still in High School, still a youngster, like as not;That does not mean you will not have adult thoughts, quite a lot.Most of them though you may not recognize for what they are;But how they influence you may well carry you quite far.By now, you know that
I have been thinking of an old old song from WWII;It was, of course, a love song and one of my favorites too.The trouble is, the last line, I thought had been out of place;I never thought a girl would like being called “Moon Face!”Because that is precisely what the
