Category: Poetry

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

All freedoms in the Bill of Rights amount to One.It is the essence of them all, when said and done.Freedom of choice! The giving of your right to choose;And when that right is violated, then…you lose! Your right to vote, therefore, is the essential must;To have it remain valid, counted,

We’re told to “Count our Blessings” at each turn we take;To be contrite for what we have, for goodness sake.But just what is a blessings—how are we to know?Assumptions of what blessings are don’t make it so. Some blessings may be what they don’t appear to be;And others so disguised

It’s We, the People who have made this land;With energy and enterprise we stand.Long may our Land be bright,With Freedom’s Holy light,Where pride and Liberty go hand-in-hand! The greatness we’ve achieved, which one can see,Deservedly belongs to that word: We!For what we have achievedCan hardly be believed,Compared to anything in

You cannot be intrinsically what you are not;So if you find you have been certified a witchYou’ll find it’s you yourself who brought about your lot.You’ll also find, once certified, you cannot switch.You’ve done it to yourself—the person you became—A person who was always crotchety and mean;Who now has no

I like to think I’m just an average guy;No other likely title may apply.But then, quite often, there will be a shiftWhere I will try to give others a lift.Now why that thought occurs I have no clue,Except I think it’s the right thing to do.Of course, it will be

This is an honest effort to make voters think;For this is not the time to let our fortunes sink.Americans will fight against all doom and gloom;It’s in our make-up—we give optimism room.No matter what, we will ourselves to forge aheadAnd that mind-set has always stood us in good stead!In fact,

I’ve wondered what percentage of the human raceFrom childhood goes on to achieve all they can be?As stature, strength, agility all have a place,Desire, coordination, opportunityMust also be there, plus innate encouragement.For few of us will end up totally belowA living standard arguably not sensed or meantTo be…despite not being

In what may well be called “passive oblivion”Too many choose to live their lives in that as one.They’re much too busy living their own lives to care;What’s going on around them they don’t care to share.They abhor politics, they say—for that, care less;Besides, what can they do? To them it’s