Category: Poetry

In many ways, we blunder through our lives;Each step from which another step derives.Each step in the direction then we face,Oblivious to what we then displace.Influence is not readily discerned;How that reflects upon our lives unturned.Its power far beyond our conscious thought;Where circumstance, a player now, is caught.Determined by each

“Nothing ventured, nothing gained.” The succinct word.To do it, you must try to do it, is inferred.It may not be a challenge, or, of course, it may;Regardless, it takes effort—there’s no other way.However, in today’s world, with what must be done,We often wait for someone else to be the one.Observing

In every life, there’s focal points which shape the moldThe character is destined to become when old.What will emerge, of course, is complex, seen when done;Beliefs and traits uniquely woven into one. The childhood will be the most formative in strength,But influences will divide and add at length.We tend to

Be it Christmas or Hanukah, I don’t care which,For the purpose of each is to praise and enrich.For the praise we acknowledge a celestial gift;To enrich means giving others a spontaneous lift. You can see that the praise part is strictly your own;You do or you don’t, but essentially alone.If

What is there about Christmas that you like the most?Like just an action or a period of time.But one you like repeating where you are the host.And when you start to think, the list will start to climb. You may well find a lot of favorites appear;And putting one above

There’s only one point I can draw…A law is a law is a law.No if, and, or but seeking change;Or slanted assessment arrange. No special exceptions get off;No level of power to scoff.A law is a law with no out;And must be resolved without doubt. The test comes when juries

It seems to me that, on an average, life-spans loomAs prime examples of the attitudes we groom.And each becomes a personality dictate,Which then is flatly viewed by others as a trait.Distinctly, one is always fun to have around;Whose smile, demeanor, prone to laughter always foundTo lift our spirits, lighten loads,

No, I’m not mad at you…why should I be?It’s not that we must always then agree.So just because we don’t agree on this,Does not mean fracturing connubial bliss.So you have your opinion, I have mine.This is not something where we draw the line.But on this, you should not have any

You smiled when you knew it was Autumn again;You’ve always enjoyed how the weather changed then.Of course, there are down-sides—there’s no changing that;There’s really no way you can let things stand patYou love all the niceties Nature conceives;Except when you’re faced with the task raking leaves.Then, too, when the weather

Look to this day, for it is meant for you!Oh yes, it’s Veterans Day, that’s also true.But understanding should come with this day,Evaluating why this homage pay.The veterans, who here have gone before,With victory in each successive war,We owe a gratitude beyond our ken,Which we, today, try to express again.Without

All veterans know that training only goes so far,We firmly grasped just what it took to “raise the bar.”In any war, in any conflict, to beginYou can’t go through the motions and expect to win.We found out early on, as veterans of war,The utter need to know what we were

While at the beach, we’d romp and runDespite the burning sand;To the extent, when day was done,We’d be exhaustion-fanned. On the ride home, (sit back and think),The very moment you sat back,You fell asleep in but a wink,Oblivion on a fast track. In fact, to make the day complete,To what

Be all you can be, you have heard since your teens,But how can you possibly know what that means?At that time, for one thing, you were but naïve;With knowledge so limited, what to believe?Career would be what you could easily seek;Or fall into, not knowing why, so to speak.What’s that

What I’m about to say, perhaps you’ll think it strange,But there’s a lot to think about “Home on the Range.”This isn’t anything about where “deer and antelope play,”Except the life you had to lead in every way.For you had animals for which you had to care;And you had daily chores

What I’m about to say, perhaps you’ll think it strange,But there’s a lot to think about “Home on the Range.”This isn’t anything about where “deer and antelope play,”Except the life you had to lead in every way.For you had animals for which you had to care;And you had daily chores

What you make of life may not be wholly true.A Captain, you see, must depend on his crew,The crew needs a Captain who knows what to do,And both need a seaworthy ship to have, too.The publisher needs some good authors to thrive,And authors need publishers to keep them alive,But each

God will not be mocked; so these words shall ye keep:“Whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap.The sad part is, too many know God will not intervene,So even if they know it’s wrong, their life’s pursuits are seen.They’ll take their chances now, as they do not fear death,They

To me, a prayer must have a substance to it;Not just a wishful thought then running through it.That wishful thought may have good thought behind it,But not be pertinent enough to bind it.A prayer must always move the world around it;That means, the very things that will surround it.An answered

Hey, when I ask you “What’s the matter?” I expectA decent answer, and a measure of respect.A muttered “Nothing!” doesn’t cut it, not a bit,So now, whatever’s bugging you come out with it,Whatever got your dander up, cut me some slack,So that I don’t get in your mood, and give