Category: Poetry

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

How many are tradition bound so muchThat deviating from it would have a frantic touch?You know how Spring brings out a newness all around,And you are quick to cite the pleasure you have found. But how about yourself, the way you think and feel.Does Spring itself sink in, its freshness,

Compiling all the figures which allow life to existMake this determination, life here is no accident.Some factors are so critical that they will head the list;But all of them together makes you wonder the intent. Most life forms are simply there, and bear no threat to us;But others are a

You cannot measure goodness for a simple fact;Its size and depth is varied every single act.You also cannot measure influence and touch;Because you never know how little or how much. Another point is evident, and must be heard;True goodness is conferred without credit inferred.The “see what I have done” is

We’ve had two hundred thirty years of libertyWhere common citizens could revel being free.The Bill of Rights names freedoms, but mainly gives us voice,Because, when everything is said and done, it gives us choice.We’ve had hard-fought elections but we’ve kept the peace;By doing that we prospered, saw our strength increase.But

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