One day good, the next day not, and death has come to call.This is what we’re dealing with, and that includes us all.But, when weeks go by with nothing happening to us,We will get our dander up—start mouthing “what’s the fuss!”Then the ‘no one’s going to tell me what to
As human, we may never grasp the strength of God;To fully grasp an understanding of how broadHis powers are, perhaps to even recognizeAt least a pittance where we’re standing in His eyes.Another thing, why are we shaped the way we are?To see what we would do with intellect? How far,In
The liberal mentality you know is not the sameAs it is practiced in today’s world quite another game.The average voter is not capable to know or careWhat ruling nations do—like…anything they dare! This devious manipulation of the public voiceHas only one objective—minimize your choice.The leaders they will pick will rule
As to the person reading this, I do not care;For what is being written is for all to share.This social unrest we again are going throughCannot be seen as having nothing to do with you.You don’t burn down the outhouse just because of smell;For what you claim you dislike comes
This is the best imperative directive of today—In fact, it is OUR day, our very own, in every way.Despite our age, we know enough about it to be proud;To bask in the traditions of it, be it long and loud. It’s the 4th of July, a singular event when said;Responsible,
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
I never knew we had it so good, ‘til I saw it ghastly;For this pandemic was so bad, too many saw it lastly.Yankee Doodle watch your step, Yankee Doodle DandyMind your distance, and your prep, and keep the face mask handy. Mother and I would like to camp, and carry
There’s nothing like it in the world; it is our flag, Old Glory!It well could be the focal point for any storyThat has to do with our existence from the start,Where it gives patriotism, dedication, heartIt symbolizes who we are, a trait we earn;Our faith in it is evident at
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
No matter how you look at it, we have been through a lot;To see something like this occurring, no one would have thought.In fact, it hit us in the face much like a thrown pie;And we were not prepared for it, that no one can deny.At first, consensus thought that
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
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
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 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
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
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
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 find That each one will, quite often, read the other’s mind. To one, the other’s comment came out of the blue; So
The big bad wolf could learn from us— Without a lot of needless fuss; We seniors surely know enough To 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
You know the average Leprechaun is small; The average just above your knee is all. In every other aspect though you’d see They are like us in their anatomy. There are some differences, like pointed ears, But nothing obvious, so it appears. Their craftiness and penchant to connive Have been
In celebration of National Poetry Month, April, the Fox Valley Music Foundation will be host to a call for poems. This call is open to any student writer, kindergarten through college, currently residing in the Fox Valley region of Illinois. Submission deadline is 5 p.m., March 31. No exceptions! Each
