Category: Poetry

The need for giving an excuse for something is a trait;A trait we seem to latch onto as soon as we can speak.And should you venture now to think of it, (with no debate),You’ll make excuses for yourself, so be it strong or weak. It’s also quite surprising at the

We have been given intellect, but with it, too, free will.Which means we are not locked in, isolated, mainly still.If we decide to go where physically we dare not,We build the ways and means to do that, freedom sought. With all due reverence to this, we beg to question why?And

“How are you?” A greeting you hear quite a lot.Draw blanks when I answer “Compared to what?”Of course, that will sound like an off-handed quip;Just a “smart remark” which good manners would strip.But, honestly I do not mean to be crude;So here is the reason to which I allude:If I

Humpty Dumpty opened his eyes;Somewhat startled, there was surprise.Taking time now, looking around,He found he was high off the ground.Horrors! Panic! Almost a scream;Surely this must be a bad dream!For he’d never sit on a wall;Too much danger that he would fall.King’s men’s talents may be quite good;But putting him

The best news I remember ever gettingWas something I would never be forgetting.The trouble is, that’s what is now occurring;My mind’s a blank, and that, of course, is stirring. Why are we often failing to remember?Not even what we’d call ‘a dying ember.Oh yes, I guess such memories re-surface;But never

They say the worst is over—and for that we pray;Too many of us though, to that we just betray.You hear:“Nobody’s going to tell me what to do.”And many more do the same thing, agreeing too.Three hundred years ago, this attitude gave birthTo much of our expansion west, of measured worth.The

You measure your pleasure– to prevent being swept off your feet,But you may be preventing that pleasure from being complete.Being swept off your feet in the right way is something to prize;It’s not something that happens that often for, it’s a surprise;But it’s one that is plainly delightful, a giddy

I know you recall there was once this one antWho wanted to move a big rubber tree plant.From what we are told all he had was just hope,Oblivious, seemingly, to its vast scope.Well, if hope was all that he had, there’s no wayHe’d move much of anything, (physics at play).Well,

Before our teens we did not think of growing up;We weren’t concerned with a half-filled half-empty cup.Our likes and dislikes took no time at all to form;And living for the moment seemed to be the norm.The biggest thing we had to think about back thenWas just whose house or yard

If you have Royalty now reigning in your place,Let’s hope your common heritage finds favor with the Sire.Let’s also hope the “passing muster” stage you had to faceResulted in a favoritism both of you desire.A caution though…a reigning monarch may well play a game;Where you will be advised of what’s

There are those places ins this world, now, it is said.Which are, at present, being haunted by the dead.While it is rare to have a “ghost” communicate,Or try to, neither do they seem to have a traitOf scaring people, although that we do ourselves—For we refuse to think that there

There is one thing we dare not contemplate quite honestly;Inside coffin lids, how many scratches would we see?Or in the case of those who never slept upon their backs,Would we find them upon their sides, the way they could relax? One duly cautionary note; we ask you not to laugh.For

That there are many types and levels of intelligenceYou know, for you can see good evidence of that each day.There well may be a certain type at which you take offense,Decidedly against that type, in every possible way. The level of intelligence will never be the causeOf your demeanor,–it will

That God helps those who help those who can’t help themselvesIs only one way that a godly effort delves.Into our actions, most often in such a wayWe never knew that God had been there, felt His play. His actions rarely will divert our history,But it has happened, sometimes very openly.Since

Perhaps we haven’t seen a New Year’s quite like this’The end to COVID-19, we don’t want to miss.This thing has caused us to do things not done before;It is far different than when we were at war.Instead of rationing, stuff really was not there.It limited our movement, something all would

Indeed, the Honor Flight Chicago has been here a while;And all of us now running it will wear a winning smile.And that is not the only one, for every single vetWho’ve made the flight now wear a smile as big as it can get.There is a lot more going on

December 7, ’41…Pearl Harbor Day;“A day of infamy’…in every way;But then, our mettle was displayed in full, too findAmericans, in standing tall, were of one mind. Despite the grief, the sense of loss, the battle’s score,As of the 8th, the Japanese had lost the war.And forty-five months later, that became