Category: Poetry

Our gift of eyesight does not meanThat what we see is being seen.Too often we won’t recognizeWhat’s really there before our eyes.We’re much too busy, we insist,To think about what we have missed.And THAT is where the problem lurks—We have to THINK to see God’s works.So think about it, give

Throughout my lifetime there have been but fewWho touched me in a way I would applaud;Who made me think it was by grace of GodThat we would meet, a chance out of the blue.This would not happen every day, I knew;Almost remarkable…indeed, quite odd,Not something to which normally I’d nod,But

“…to save us all from Satan’s power, when we are gone astray…”I’m sorry to butt in, but that is not the precise way.The actual truth and what those lyrics say are not the same.If we are led astray, then we’re the only ones to blame.While Satan has the power to

There is one word which argues how to live,One word which, once described, can giveThe essence of all freedoms, which can be,The word is individuality!Examine all your freedoms, speech, religion, voice,Of movement, personal finances, and of choice;Condense them all into one word, and seeIt all comes down to individuality.If you

Just recently we passed another birthday date,Our cry for Independence, which helped decide our fate.But we must recollect…we had a war to winBefore the USA could venture to begin.We also must remember how that started out;For at the very first, the outcome was in doubt.Remember too it was as much

It makes no difference who you are,Your age, your sex, or what you do;And though you may not be a star,You can’t avoid not being you.So take a moment, think a bit,You don’t know what you’re missing ‘tilYou take the plunge of trying it.And all that’s needed is the will.So

All those who read this, or who hear my voice aloudHave every reason on this day to stand unbowed.On every other day as well, that is allowed,To state, “As an American, I’m standing proud!” For you are not an accident; you are a plan.A nation geared to be ruled by

When there is something you will kick yourself if missed,The urge to know what’s going on will then enlist.When that becomes a habit, which can last for years,You call it curiosity, not angst or fears.The more this act is done, the more it is ingrained;And it becomes compulsion, constancy retained.The

I keep insisting we have missed the boat;And on this subject matter you may quote.It’s Fathers Day—the dismal date we’ve set,It’s just about as poor as one could get.With football, basketball, and hockey gone,There isn’t much left to put interest on;Not something that won’t cost an arm and leg,Of something

Too many of us do not use their intellectTo formulate, absorb, or grasp what’s happening.It seems their instant likes and dislikes will affectThe way they choose to think about most everything.But, here, be honest…this will also include you.A basic fact, we all are hit with the same stick.So we believe

The Spring we long to see each year is here at last;And with it comes the wish we make that it could last.The brilliant blossoming and blooming has begun;Our Nature’s world is now commencing on its run.But it is hard to take this in with just a shrug;Inevitably it gives

Imposing it was not—a tiny speck of land,An old volcano at one end, but nothing grand,Why do we need this place, you do not understand,But all those thoughts did vanish when we hit the sand.The pre-invasion fury also made you thinkThat this would be a cake-walk, just another linkIn the

Accomplishment is noted, recognized, and cheered;It’s how we choose our heroes, adulation speared.It normally means something good, no matter what;What has been tried has been successful, like as not.Accomplishment in life has been the middle nameOf anyone who has achieved some sort of fame.But that is for the famous only,

How well do you recall your Grade School days?It can be fun and games in many ways.But everything you had to learn was new;You weren’t all that concerned with what you knew.At times, you made good grades so to impress;Parental pressure, too, you must confess.The social side was soon reason

We think back on our lives, to sumWhat we believe we have become.But then a succinct thought appearsHow that same question’s seen in years.At twenty, “Look out, World,” we blared,While deep inside a little scared.We’re finding life lives not by text,We really don’t know what comes next.At forty, Wow!, where

Hello, I’m Mother Nature—Hear me out!You need to know this, and without a doubt.I know you know the Seasons, know them all…You name them Winter, Spring, then Summer, Fall.I like those names myself—they’re easy names.But there are times I dislike many claims.You blame Me for whatever you think wrong;For things

This guy can hit the ball, I know;Hit anything you care to throw.He hits to any field, and long;And if you shade him, you’ll be wrong.When he’s at bat, your nerves are frayed,And, if the score is tight, afraid.He is one dude who makes you tense,Because there’s pressure you can