OBSTACLES

You may need a doctor,
Or you may need a nurse.
Health is but an obstacle
In the physical universe.

You may have to tie your shoes
With the shoestrings in a knot.
One more thing to overcome,
Inside this universal plot.

You may have some ice cream,
Melting all over your hand.
You may have to walk for miles,
Across a dry desert of sand.

You may have to dig a hole
To get to the water below.
You may have to weather rain,
Trudge through drifts of snow.

You may have to fly above
The mountains way up high.
You may go from here to there,
Never stopping to wonder why.

You may have to row a boat,
Or pedal a bike down the street.
You may have to smile and wave
At some of the folks you meet.

You may have to have a job,
Whatever it takes to get by.
You may have a broken heart,
Tears will fall when you cry.

You may have to climb a hill,
Wade barefoot across a creek.
You may have to carry a load,
Even though you may feel weak.

You may have to eat some food
So your body can digest it.
Your body functions as a tube,
Sometimes you may detest it.

You may have to throw a punch,
Fight against your fellow man.
You may even jump and stomp,
All to kick his ass if you can.

You may drop an atom bomb,
Use a gun to blow people away.
It happens often on this planet,
Causing many to hope and pray.

You may have to climb a tree
To obtain a better view.
You may fall from the tree and die
And that will be the end of you.

As you move on down the road,
Remember, it could be worse.
As we find so many obstacles,
In this physical universe.

YOU

If you should live too long,
You may just end up dying,
And if you can stay strong,
You may avoid the crying.

What happens on the way,
All of this is up to you.
Whatever you may say,
May all of it ring true.

“Be truthful unto yourself,”
So said some ancient bard.
Put the heartaches on a shelf,
And it may not be so hard.

Start the day with a smile.
There is no need to frown.
Breathe the air for awhile.
Watch the sun shine down.

Feel the warmth of the sun,
Look high into the sky,
And know we all are one.
You are the reason why.

TECHNOLOGY

I am sick of this world!
Technology has gone wild.
I miss the peace of mind
I used to have as a child.

Everyone seems so busy,
Having somewhere to go.
Information running rampant,
But what do we really know?

The violence is never ending.
Greed is the name of the game.
Technology keeps on evolving.
Human nature remains the same.

Genghis Khan with atom bombs,
Terrorism is more than a crime.
Nuclear weapons will be used,
It is all just a matter of time.

(Published by The Society of Classical Poets Literary Journal August 6, 2016)

HO-HUM

Another mass shooting, ho-hum.
Life in America is so humdrum.
Be proud of the land of the free;
The land of deadly opportunity.

Born with a right to own a gun,
Get prepared to duck and run,
Never knowing when bullets may fly,
Going to school means willing to die.

Another normal day in America land.
How many more deaths can we stand?
There seems to be no end in sight,
As long as owning guns is a right.

Second Amendment must be removed,
So life in America can be improved.
Most politicians are nothing but scum.
One more massacre, oh well, ho-hum.

THROUGH BOWERY EYES

Tonight I can sleep,
Though unhappy I am,
But I will not weep,
I will not give a damn.

I will lay my head
On this musty pillow.
Let this flophouse bed
Be my weeping willow.

One night off the street,
Let the morning come.
Life is so bittersweet
For this Bowery bum.

At the Sunshine hotel,
In this room of ten men.
Let the world go to hell,
It is where I have been.

Up early in the morning,
Breakfast on East Third.
Street preacher is warning,
With his message unheard.

Today at the Muny,
I renew my meal card.
The portions are puny.
This life is so hard.

Panhandling for booze,
White port will do.
I have nothing to lose,
That much is true.

All I need is a drink
To go sit in the park.
I will drink as I think
From morning ’til dark.

Someday I will awaken
Beside a peaceful stream.
May I not be forsaken
By this beautiful dream.

THE FOREVER

It seems that my search
Goes beyond any church.
I am not quite religious,
But I can still dig Jesus.

I believe in the bliss
That comes from all this.
I don’t need a preacher,
My life is my teacher.

We may say any prayer,
No matter how or where,
For as long as we can find
Some kind of peace of mind.

The fresh air at dawn,
The beauty of a fawn,
The wonder of a tree,
All of these are free.

Every colored leaf
Confirms my belief
About heaven on earth
And what it is worth.

No religious fervor
Can take me further.
No words could ever
Describe the forever.

(Published by Lone Stars Poetry Magazine Summer 2017)

SNAPSHOT

The wind and the balmy breeze,
Blowing softly through the trees,
All the darkness of the night
Disappears in the morning light.

The shadows on the ground,
They do not make a sound.
Awakened birds, singing sweet,
Make the forest seem complete.

This world we call the earth,
Comes into focus upon birth,
For a brief moment in time,
In this universe sublime.

JESUS WAS A COMMUNIST

It seems Jesus was a communist,
In the best sense of the word.
You might say he was a socialist,
According to what I have heard.

One for all and all for everyone,
Give to those who have the least.
When everything is said and done,
All will be welcome at the feast.

In the world which Jesus wanted,
There would be no one in need.
All evil would be confronted,
No more selfishness or greed.

In the world in which he believed,
There would be no need for cops.
All are forgiven, all are received,
All the killing and violence stops.

In his world, there is no poverty,
No more hunger under the sun.
All would live a life of liberty.
All would live and love as one.

In his world, rivers flow clean.
Food will be grown all around.
Starvation will never be seen,
The bread of life will abound.

In his world, we will be free,
To live in harmony and peace.
In this world, we would see,
The fruitless fighting cease.

In his world, guilt and sin
Will soon be gone away.
The losers will go on to win.
It will be a brand new day.

In his world, our love will grow.
All hatred will no longer be.
Soon love will be all we know.
Love will be all that we see.

In his world, heaven will be now!
Pain and suffering will be stilled.
If mankind can survive somehow,
A union of souls will be fulfilled.

When all the hell does fade away,
The people will finally learn.
Ideas of Jesus will rule someday,
In this way, he will return.

HEAVEN AND HELL

Sometimes we are in heaven.
Sometimes we are in hell.
Mostly we are in between,
We know this story well.

Beyond our comprehension,
No matter how hard we try,
Eternity means here and now,
We need not wait ’til we die.

BELLS OF JUSTICE (For Trayvon)

If ever you should beat him up,
Watch out or he may kill you.
If you punch him in the nose,
With bullets he may fill you.

If you walk in his neighborhood,
You had better not be black.
He will watch and follow you,
Make sure you don’t look back.

Walking around while black
Can be such a dangerous thing.
Better not walk to the store
To buy some candy or anything.

We live in a nation of guns.
We need our guns to feel free?
More than the right to live,
A right to kill means liberty?

The killer said it was God’s plan
And he would not change a thing.
But change must come to society
For the bells of justice to ring.