Faith: Because in a world which requires us to choose between fantasy and reality, sometimes it just feels good to lie to oneself.
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Faith
Wednesday, August 9th, 2023Kitty
Friday, August 4th, 2023The Lebanon Green
Thursday, August 3rd, 2023To the tune of “The Farmer in the Dell
I. Come walk around the green Come walk around the green Let's go to Lebanon To walk around the green II. The green is long and wide The green is long and wide Spread out in Lebanon The green is long and wide III. The Revolution came The Revolution came Right through Connecticut The Revolution came IV. The soldiers marched to war The soldiers marched to war Right here, across the green The soldiers marched to war V. Our Revolution's heart Our Revolution's heart Beat here in Lebanon Our Revolution's heart VI. Our history is strong Our history is strong Right here in Lebanon Our history is strong
The Poet
Saturday, July 15th, 2023The poet’s mind is closed the door is locked A metaphor is nothing but a lie All poetry that’s written should be mocked Let’s celebrate when all the poets die Do you remember how it feels to be Or not to be a poem in a play The world inside the mind you’ll never see I wish the world outside would go away Yes I’m a poet and my mind is shut It makes it easy to reject your words In poetry the cadences are cut In smelly chunks of similaic turds So crumble this one up and wipe your ass If poetry attacks you, it will pass.
Gedagtes Oor Suid Afrika Vir My Mense
Sunday, July 9th, 2023Toe wou ek in Suid Afrika gebly Toe was ek “ingevoerde boer” genoem Toe het geliefde vriende daan gesê “Nou moet jy net ‘n meise vind, ‘n bloem!” En nou ek wil ‘n bietje kerrie hê En rys. Ek hou van blatjang op my kos ‘N braai is altyd lekker. Glo my! (Ten minste stuur my fotos in die pos) Ek wou “Die Stem” nog weer met jou gesing Ek mis die Kersfees in ‘n somer maand Onthou ek alle woorde word net "ding" Die taale meng in die geliefde land! Gedagtes kom natuurlik nog aan my Want wil ek in Suid Afrika gebly.
Rainbow Sublime
Thursday, June 8th, 2023The stories of the rainbow have been told In myth and magic since the dawn of time Some stories we have heard are very old But old or new, such stories are sublime Sublimity is rainbows in a word The words of rainbows form a story arc The colors of the rainbow can be heard As water droplets leave their promised mark A bridge, a bow, a promise, just a few Of rainbow stories heard or felt or seen A sunlit world of water, clear and blue A rainbow tree with leaves of rainbow green Unique, the rainbow story has no end Forever’s how the rainbow has been penned.
Evolution
Wednesday, June 7th, 2023At first we stretched and learned to stand upright Perhaps because we tried to reach a star The stars were out of reach, not out of sight Too bright to be ignored, but oh, so far To reach the stars we’d need to build a ship We taught our hands to build the things we’d need At last we reached the moon, a simple trip What else would be required to succeed? Success we found was more than just one word Complexity of words revealed our plight To reach the stars we thought was not absurd And if we couldn’t be there, we would write And so we write about the place we are Until one day, we know, we’ll reach a star.
Clearing the Range
Sunday, June 4th, 2023We called out as we exited the range “No brass! No ammo!” meant the range was clear To some this declaration might seem strange But strange or not our sergeant had to hear Except when we shot LAWs our sergeant said “Of course there is no brass! It’s fired away!” “You hit the target; now the target’s dead” “Now drop and think about the words you say.” And so we dropped for push-ups at his feet Except Edgardo, Private Gaud was smart He didn’t like to exercise in heat He answered sergeant with poetic art He called to sergeant as he walked on by “No rockets in my pockets,” was his cry!
Name Tag
Sunday, June 4th, 2023I wear my rank where everyone can see I wear whatever badges I’m allowed I’m qualified for several, two or three My silver wings proclaim me Airborne proud The patch here on my shoulder is my tribe My ‘tribe’ is just the unit where I serve It shows I have a military vibe It also tells the world that I have verve! And though it wasn’t issued, still I wear A patch that shows this isn’t just a game Reminding me of other folks that care That patch is me, depicted by my name My name is me; I’m more than just a tag Like soldiers fight for more than just a flag.