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
Our Labor Day is viewed a minor holiday;Its reason for existence not well known by all.But many years ago it held a stronger sway,Where those with jobs would celebrate, and heed its call.This day is meant to celebrate the common man;A tribute to the clock-puncher on every scale.The struggle for
I’m tired of having Science attempt to push asideThose things it can’t explain, and even seek to hide.Plus this, on many things it’s forced to recognizeIt gives a learned explanation not too wise,But one we have to stomach, for it so insistsOur thoughts mean nothing for we are not scientists.“Because
How did computer programming come into play?How many sat around figuring out each wayComputers could be made to seem, to act, to beThe Devil’s advocate, and with apparent glee?Oh, I don’t mean I hear it laugh, but check this out—It does things off the chart as if to show its
It really does not matter muchOn how you look at Summer,But if you brown at the slightest touchOf sun, that is a bummer.I say we’ve come a long, long wayWithout a sea of notions;But you opine, that doesn’t play—We now do have the lotions.So now we have our Summer treat—“Dog-days
One potato, two potato, three potato, four….Oh, you do remember—that’s what memories are for.How about this oldie—On your mark, get ready, Go!These alone were part of all the things which helped you grow.Also, this: One hundred, ready or not, here I come!You may not remember all, but, surely, at least
To paraphrase Einstein explaining his lot,Knowledge is limited. Imagination is not.But what he imagined we cannot conceiveThe concepts he played with, much less then believe.But there’s other factors to Einstein’s mystique—His humor and wit were not close being weak.This follows what I’ve thought, ever so long,That humor and wit in
It is best to be seen as America’s own on this day’We’re American, first, last, and always, and that we display.Since we cannot begin to list all of the credits we’ve done,We may still recognize how and why all these merits were won.There is hardly a thing you now use,
If you compete in any sport, with all your skills to use,If you compete just for yourself, most likely you will lose.A transcendental impetus, when knowing others care,Will oft determine just how well you do, and with them share.In competition where it’s only you against the field,You may think you
Examine each Amendment in our Bill of Rights,Then understand and contemplate what each one cites.Not one, in any shape or form, suggests you must;It may be said, each one encourages your trust.They literally give every citizen a voiceBy making each one simply read “Freedom of Choice.”And that is what our
You live your life as a religious person, scant or much;Quite comfortable with what it teaches, and its loving touch.Let’s say you also read your Bible, bolstering belief—Where almost always, in some measure, you will find relief.But dictates of your daily life, your everyday routines,May well dispel religion, and the
I’m truly sorry, but I know that I am right;My being a black woman, you a male white.Our love may be quite real—in fact, I think, quite strong,But many social graces say that it is wrong.Oh, yes, things are much better than 50 years ago,But bigotry, in many ways, still
You live your life as a religious person, scant or much;Quite comfortable with what it teaches, and its loving touch.Let’s say you also read your Bible, bolstering belief—Where almost always, in some measure, you will find relief.But dictates of your daily life, your everyday routines,May well dispel religion, and the
Fake News may carry with it, (no surprise),Some grain of truth, amid its constant lies.But False News says it much more accurately,And dangerous in ways you do not see.You think you can pick out what’s good and bad,But not if there is no good to be had.So what you pick
This day, Memorial Day, stand tall and proud.Though given freely, death would not have been their choice;They chose the only path they knew—remain unbowed.So now their markers speak, their silence is their voice.For in our daily lives, we do not think of price;But know we will not stoop to living
The Western World has been at waar,Yes, WAAR, and spelled correctly;It’s something men did once abhor,But now must deal directly.This WAAR you’ve seen expand and grow,It’s neither slight nor trite;In fact, it’s something we all know—That Women Are Always Right! © Richard Williams
Before you were in puberty, you had a wish quite strong.That you could not abide replies that said that it was wrong.The wish was simply this—a pony, just your very own.You often pleaded for it—but replies were set in stone.Adulthood came, and with it came a succinct plea for love.But
As an adult, of any age, how young are you?By that I mean, how closely do you think things through?Like, on the ladder of success, which you have tried,What rung did you achieve, completely satisfied?That is my point. At what point do you know success?If you are in the right
