MY COUNTRY

My country used to be
A sweet land of liberty,
But man, did it change!

A land where my father died,
Serving this land with pride,
Singing “Home on the Range.”

Children used to walk to school,
Following the golden rule;
Now all of that seems strange.

We used to be sure about
How most things would turn out.
Leaders were not deranged.

We need men like Eisenhower,
To acquire the reins of power,
And that remains unchanged!

THE MUSING OF AN INFINITE MIND

Rhyming thoughts randomly come to mind,
No matter the subject, nor what kind.
Out in the country or in the town,
Words will come in to be written down.

What is to say about sky so blue?
Give me the words to say what is true.
Describe the beauty of living things.
Tell me of how a mockingbird sings.

Show me words to describe a sunset.
Allow my thoughts to act as a net
To capture words reflecting my soul,
Making my being seem sound and whole.

The words will paint a picture as art.
Thoughts come from the proverbial heart
To sculpt a grand vision of the mind,
In words and thoughts, the infinite kind.

RIVER OF FAITH

What a sad world we live in,
One might even feel depressed;
Always war, pain and illness,
With endless civil unrest.

Somewhere over the rainbow,
Judy Garland rests in peace,
In fields of heaven’s flowers,
Wherein love does never cease.

Somewhere deep inside of me,
Down deep inside of my heart,
There lies a golden treasure,
Always with me from the start.

Far from this world of sorrow,
Away from worries and woes,
A river runs deep and wide,
Where eternal goodness flows.

GRADUATION (for Rachael)

So here you are and you are almost grown.
The seeds of your youth are almost sewn.
You have such a great life, yet to live.
There is still so much you have to give.

High school went by in the blink of an eye.
Now you can accomplish whatever you try.
The whole wide world is waiting for you.
You will be successful, whatever you do.

A mind and heart full of music and art,
You were wonderful, right from the start.
Always full of love, thoughtful and kind,
With the welfare of others on your mind.

May we say this often and say it loud:
Parents and grandparents are very proud!
As we all love you, every single day,
There will never be enough we can say.

While you go off to college and beyond,
You and your family have a special bond,
That keeps you deep inside of our hearts,
With a caring and love that never departs.

So now that your graduation day is here,
Next you will embark on a college career.
Good luck and have fun, wherever you roam.
Always remember your loved ones at home.

THE PACIFIST

This is just a simple verse,
With words concise and clear.
Life would be so wonderful,
Sans violence and fear.

What a fine world it would be,
If people thought like this:
No man strikes another man.
We’d all live lives of bliss.

I would never kill a man,
Even if it saved my life.
I could never shoot a gun,
Nor stab him with a knife.

Life by far is too important.
It means too much to me,
For it gives my soul a purpose,
Allows my soul to see.

That is why I hate abortion.
It does not make good sense.
When it comes to life or death,
I’m never on the fence.

When it’s time to leave the earth,
When all is said and done,
I’ll be proud I did not kill,
Not once beneath the sun.

(Published by The Society of Classical Poets Literary Journal, June 20, 2019)

LOVE OF LIFE

How I long for the days gone by,
Such memories overtake me.
I look back on my life and sigh.
May the future not forsake me.

All the fond thoughts of yesteryear,
Coupled with the thoughts of regret;
Love of life is ever so near,
It captures my soul like a net.

So many things I could have done,
But I did not follow them through.
Maybe I walked, but should have run,
Such thoughts hang pale and blue.

The sun still shines, up in the sky,
The moon is still glowing at night.
Life goes on, regardless of why,
And the darkness turns into light.

All in all, life is still worthwhile,
Happiness remains in my sight.
Some things I recall, make me smile.
My love of this life shines bright.

(Published by The Society of Classical Poets Literary Journal March 26, 2019)

MORNING DEW

This universe of ours will end
As we then return to the source.
No more wounds to tend or to mend,
As the source will chart a new course.

When all the sands of time run out
And existence must start anew,
Our souls will be out and about,
To skip through a new morning dew.

(Published by The Society of Classical Poets Literary Journal, October 29, 2018.)

THE PELICANS

If I ever could come back,
Surely, I’d come back intact,
A pelican on the sea.

Floating on the air, I’ll fly,
Way above the earth, so high,
Happy to feel free.

The ocean as my breakfast nook,
I’ll eat raw fish, no need to cook,
The sea, my grocery store.

Each day a vacation at the beach,
Heaven will be within my reach.
How could I ask for more?

The other birds will be my friends,
No need to argue or make amends,
Knowing how to share.

Late in the day, the sun will set,
One last dive into water, so wet,
Then dry off in the air.

As the darkness comes o’er me,
The night, as peaceful as can be,
I will sleep until dawn.

After my evening rest is taken,
In the morning light, I’ll awaken
When darkness is gone.

It is the freedom I desire,
Which compels me to admire
The pelicans as they fly.

Such a life is truly blessed.
To be a pelican is the best.
If given a chance, I’ll try.

(Published by The Society of Classical Poets Literary Journal May 30, 2018)

LIGHT AS A FEATHER

“How does it feel to be a guinea pig?”
An old hobo did once ask of me.
It was dawn, the morning sun rising,
Up all night in a park were we.

On a sidewalk inside New York City,
Just like mice inside of some maze;
Wandering about, as we hung out,
We stumbled around in a daze.

We had a hard time comprehending it,
Although it was quite clear to see:
We did not plan a life on this earth,
But that’s exactly what came to be.

“Judge not, lest you be judged.”
One and all are in this together.
As each must carry a heavy load,
Existence is light as a feather.

WHO CARES?

Say your prayers and mourn the dead,
But much more killing is still ahead.
As long as the guns are in our lives,
Only a random number survives.

Empty words are always spoken.
The heart of society is broken.
Many say all we can do is pray.
Legislation’s for another day.

Second Amendment is a suicide pact.
Now is the time for leaders to act.
Do something more than just offer prayers
And show us which of you really cares.