Tag Archives: history
My Hymn
There are so many things to do, to start All the online petitions that I should sign Lots I should take from my shopping cart As I twiddle my thumbs in the grocery line Too much meat, too much sugar, I know Too many causes clamor for my attention Barely energy to wipe myself, when […]
Morning Lark
How will people of the future see The people who are alive this day Will they ken we act no differently We’re what we do, not what we say I believe it is not the words I write But that I share my hopes and fears Exploring this, our common plight Hope my words may […]
Nowhere We Belong
Would that we could, that we might, that we may Find the one true path we might follow one day Until that day, we will wander and stumble along More steps lost than gained, nowhere we belong
Circular
My heart seeks answers To questions I do not know Know to ask or answer No, musings I do not Understand understanding I cannot ponder Wonder which I cannot conceive Tenants of faith I do not believe Existence, nonexistence Always, ever Always never Everywhere, nowhere Yet always, always In the center A pawn of fate […]
Anticipation
I sing the tune without notes Life, air, water, love and hate Urgent laughter, birds and boats Indrawn breath which all await Star birth and truth glowing Shadows contrast, seeds scatter Wafting aloft; a river flowing Small feet, rain go pitter-patter Glorious crescendo in minor key Within, without, all together Alone, contained, a stormy sea […]
World Out of Balance
I have heard, I have the same amount of time As all of those famous folks who came before That handful celebrated in prose and rhyme Why then do I feel stressed down to my core Our world is faster paced than prior folk faced Not better, not worse, necessarily, but changed I’m sure for […]
Love Galore – Boston, 2015
I offer this verse to laud greater Boston today. For the first time, two LGBT groups banded together with Boston’s Irish to march in the annual St. Patrick’s Day parade. They say everyone is Irish on St. Patrick’s Day. This year, Boston’s laudable gesture bolsters truth. Love Galore – Boston, 2015 Large green brewskys tipped […]
Many Lovely Things
Coming to terms with the world at small. Do you think that means anything at all? Time: construct for cosmic construction. Pimple on God’s face: a pustule eruction. We say, hey Mom, hey Mom, look at this. We’re hushed, pushed away, just ignored. How can anyone simply ignore our bliss? Till time passed retorts not […]
Again
Again, I ask you to sing me my song I do not know the tune or the words Unclear where notes or rests belong Even to me this sounds quite absurd Still, I know, if I once hear this tune I will believe I have always known it A self-symphony, under sun or moon This […]
Other Mornings
Misty mornings where I walk Horsetails grow in profusion As to myself, out loud, I talk Seeking escape from confusion Primitive the plants which grow Primitive also this modern man With more misty dawns to know At least that is my current plan
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