Tag: Poem

So I am not a happy camper here and now;And there are succinct reasons for it, I avow.You know we are three hundred million strong;We do have accolades galore which do belongWhere we, in any need, in any crisis, standAs one–ready, willing, meeting the demand.But there is always that percentage

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 much

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

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

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 findThat each one will, quite often, read the other’s mind.To one, the other’s comment came out of the blue;So how were thoughts transferred? That

The big bad wolf could learn from us—Without a lot of needless fuss;We seniors surely know enoughTo 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 cholesterol. That fairy tale may be

You know the average Leprechaun is small;The average just above your knee is all.In every other aspect though you’d seeThey are like us in their anatomy.There are some differences, like pointed ears,But nothing obvious, so it appears.Their craftiness and penchant to conniveHave been their lot in order to survive;They cannot

Back when we, as a nation, first beganAlready, as a people, quite dispersed.The Irish were disparaged to a man,Considered, on the social scale, the worst. When common labor beckoned, slaves were sought;But slave owners said No!, with sullen ring.“Our slaves are worth more than what you have got!But Irish—they will

To most of you, what’s said here won’t mean anything,To others, it will bring back haunting memories.There are those episodes in every life which stingEach time they are remembered, doomed to never cease.In looking back, each one will violate the norm;What you feel would be logical will not be there.And

It’s time we came to grips with how we came to be;We did not get to be a nation by decree–Our war for Independence did not do the act;We weren’t coerced, we were not forced, and that’s a fact.Our Constitution took a great amount of timeTo put together, many obstacles

We need to make a service call, so then, of course, we call;But we get someone who cannot speak English much at all.We try to make “it” understand that we don’t understand;But seemingly there’s no attempt to bridge the language spanned.So what has happened to “good service,” and that needed

You may not be a Jew, and so the HolocaustMeans next to nothing in your mind—the human cost.In your mind, they had to have done something to bringThis all about, which would explain most everything.And, since you were not, are not, personally involvedYou won’t concern yourself in seeing it resolved.When

I know that Christmas is long gone—a memory;But something happened then that’s still dumbfounding me.My daughter had become a problem months before,And every day since then had been a constant war.It seemed that nothing that we tried did any good;And, believe me, we did everything we could.But I was forced

So this year’s Christmas now has passed;Was it one that you wished would last?Well, then, allow me to this hint to drop—In Christmas, where does it say “Stop!”For Christmas is an attitude;With invitations to intrude.Which means just this: invite them in;“The more the merrier” will win!Your attitude should not have

Unless you make it Christmas, likely it won’t be.For it is just a day, as far as you can see.You’re well aware you like the atmosphere it brings,You do not like the crowds, but smile as carols sing.You do not like debating just what you should buy,And then, push come

At Christmastime, we talk of children being good,Behaving in a way we like to think they should.Convincing children to be good is like a bribe—By using Santa as a force, to then subscribe.Our satisfaction with this method is well known,It’s now traditional in that respect alone.But, strangely, nothing’s ever said