Category: Poetry

For more than two hundred and thirty yearsOur Constitution has performed quite well,Through all our triumphs, heartaches, blood and tears,It has been front and center through every spell. In truth, it does not subjugate at all;But that is where a basic danger lies.It succinctly makes Liberty its call.Which we, the

Life on a farm may seem to be idyllic some;You come to know just where each day is coming from.Your nearest neighbor will be Nature, fresh and raw;And you soon learn you must abide with Nature’s law. But some will come to hate this never changing rut;A sense of feeling

I figure I’m an expert rating a Gold Star,As having self-made experise at waiting in a car;I know there’s many like me, knowing how I feel,It makes no difference as to who’s behind the wheel.We are a special group to which we all belong.“I need to pick a few things

Twinkle, twinkle, vast night sky,Pardon me for asking whyThe magnificence I seeActually depends on me,If I don’t see it that wayThere is nothing you could say’If such accolades shall beIt all comes to this: Why me? ©Richard Williams

An act of kindness should not be unrecognized as such;But normally not given much of a praiseworthy touch.That isn’t needed, or expected in any shape or form;Spontaneous and unrehearsed, the act itself the norm.The opportunity for you to do good is not rare;But you will have to train yourself to

For we were given, of this planet, full control;We dominate its fate, as well as ours, in whole.So who and what you are and think will only beThat singlet in the depth of mankind’s sea.Hence you, and all your human values, must employThe will of god not to demolish or

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

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