Now darkness and tribulation
have us in a deadly hold;
Devious plots of the powerful
are continuing to unfold
I've seen the hatred and lies released
as the poisoned arrows fly,
aimed at the poor and the vulnerable . . .
I've watched the wounded cry
As long as these lies and hatred reign,
you're going to hear from me;
I can't condone nor tolerate
this deluge of bigotry
Housing is unaffordable --
too many living in the street;
Why do the wealthy get to decide
who will starve and who gets to eat?
As the country writhes in turmoil
Anarchy is clanging the gate;
Democracy is a dying dream!
Wake up before it's too late
Did Francis Bellamy envision this
when he bravely answered the call
to write the Pledge of Allegiance,
vowing liberty and justice for all?
If the Flame of Justice burns in you
as a sense of duty and a right,
Voice your protests, let your light shine . . .
united we'll prevail in this fight!
Jan 12
Jan 12, 2026 at 10:19 PM UTC
When gloom grips the hand of loneliness
And through my heart they brazenly roam,
With a deluge of words I expel them,
And they're briefly exiled to a poem
They never go far, yet I'm grateful
For their absence, if only a while;
I sigh when pain and loneliness retreat . . .
While unfettered, I manage a smile
It might seem strange that I must relate
Through verse what my heart can't forget:
The anguish when Love walked out of my life,
The delight when Love and I first met
You see, poems are words I write in haste,
With a madness that's hard to explain;
Much like a snake shedding old worthless skin,
Through my poems I shed unwanted pain
But the day will come when I'll admit
How absurd it was for me to think
That I could escape this prison of woes
With rhymed words and a few drops of ink!
Jan 9
Jan 9, 2026 at 9:13 PM UTC
From your sad poem flows a mournful cry --
A lament of Love's deceit and pain;
If only words alone could mollify
The heart-wrenching notes of your refrain!
But there's just one cure for such distress:
Only Love itself can you entreat
To end the painful hours of loneliness,
And quell the bitter anguish of deceit
What a strange and baffling mystery --
Love, the very cause of your despair,
Now seems to be the only remedy
That can purge the torment that you bear
For Love breaks a pledge when it departs
That only a new Love can fulfill;
How joyous the song of two lonely hearts
When they meet -- though Love's own voice be still
Then take heed and proceed cautiously--
Love has always been a game of chance;
Though at first you can't hear Love's rhapsody . . .
Trust your heart when it begins to dance
Jan 6
Jan 6, 2026 at 1:48 PM UTC
The artwork of Nature is faultless --
Each sketch painted a perfect hue;
Yet, Love's ecstasy dims such pageantry,
O Love, all else pales next to you!
I don't deny Nature her hubris . . .
Let her flaunt her charms shamelessly;
But when Love's pure light is hidden from sight
I have to object - blamelessly
For when the years lavishly rendered
Tears and pain, (much to my dismay,)
I learned how to flee from Life's cruelty . . .
It was Love that showed me the way
As Time marches on I'm more conscious
Of my pending mortality;
But once I've set sail toward that holy grail,
Will Love be there to welcome me?
If by some chance Heaven does exist
After this world bids me adieu,
No joy would I find if you stayed behind,
Love, it would be Hell without you!
Dec 12, 2025
Dec 12, 2025 at 8:03 PM UTC
O God, what a glorious morning!
Has the sun ever shone as bright?
I feel like I could conquer the world --
First my coffee . . . then I just might
O no, my coffeemaker's broken,
No hot brew is filling the ***
Well, I'll put on the kettle for tea
While I walk my little pooch, Spot
That **** squirrel just came out of nowhere . . .
Spot broke his leash -- he's running free;
O well, he'll come back when he's ready,
Right now, I need a cup of tea
But there's no tea in the caddy . . .
I guess I forgot to buy it;
I will not drink cold milk for breakfast --
No sir, I won't even try it
I still have that blueberry muffin
With icing so creamy and thick,
Yikes! a mouse has been nibbling on it . . .
O, I think I'm going to be sick
Nothing to eat . . . no coffee, no tea,
My dog's gone . . . I'm going back to bed;
Wait, was that thunder? It's starting to rain . . .
O God, how I wish I were dead!
Dec 7, 2025
Dec 7, 2025 at 4:59 PM UTC
I sensed the approach of Death's icy grip,
Then came darkness like I've never seen;
All has turned gray since Love went away . . .
But why is the grass still so green?
Why does the sun conceal its golden rays,
Why do birds chant a somber lament?
When a love dies despair clouds our eyes --
Everything is twisted and bent
No, nothing is what it appears to be,
Love's departure left me in despair;
To ease my pain, I prayed, but in vain --
No consolation met my prayer
Love restored the faith and trust I had lost,
Then into my heart Fate ****** a lance;
Now Love has flown, and I'm left alone . . .
Left to drift in an aimless trance
What challenges Life unfolds before us,
Then seems to cruelly laugh in our face;
But I'll stand tall, knowing tears must fall --
Setbacks will not slacken my pace
Then in a vision it all came to me --
My apprehensions finally addressed:
My pain shall cease when I break Life's lease,
And 'neath the grass I'm laid to rest
So perhaps that's why the grass is still green . . .
It's a promise of hope and rebirth;
Love never dies . . . but Death purifies
Its essence conceived here on Earth
Dec 2, 2025
Dec 2, 2025 at 4:45 PM UTC
A woman without someone to love
Is a woman incomplete;
Like a flower devoid of nectar
Sends bees into hasty retreat
Her mind is a wearied battleground --
Uncertainty ebbs and flows;
Loneliness - a cruel adversary,
But hopelessness - the worst of foes
Like an unlit candle her heart waits
For Love to kindle the fire,
And when the wick has been set ablaze
It responds with burning desire
A woman with no one to love her
Does not yield, despite the pain;
Eagerly she greets each day with hope,
(Hope keeps us bound by a strong chain)
So she dreams of her prince who'll bestow
A rose-laden diadem;
But until the roses bud and bloom,
She'll find only thorns on the stem
Nov 19, 2025
Nov 19, 2025 at 1:58 PM UTC
I was having tea at my neighbor's house --
A nice gal, though a bit mysterious.
Her tea left me feeling refreshed, and . . . well,
I'd describe it as delirious
I felt I was twirling and frolicking
In the midst of a swift-running stream,
A cluster of daisies hung 'round my neck,
And I thought "Life's a beautiful dream"
I had no worries - not one single care --
Then the poetry began to flow . . .
My audience was a flock of water birds,
But they left when it began to snow
Ghosts of fantasy . . . . . then reality
Ebbed and flowed like waves on the ocean;
I strongly suspect that my herbal tea
Had been laced with a magic potion
Now my neighbor's an avid gardener,
(And always in such a good spirit!)
But there's one patch that's strictly off-limits . . .
She makes certain no one gets near it
It's all fenced in and a pit bull stands guard,
A sign reads "Keep out or you'll be shot,"
I strongly doubt it's mint or cilantro . . .
I could be wrong, but I think it's ***
Well, what's an old lady to do for thrills,
At my age there's not that much to lose;
So when she invites me over for tea,
You can be **** sure I won't refuse
Nov 10, 2025
Nov 10, 2025 at 1:58 PM UTC
How lovely the Renoir maiden,
Framed in silver, sitting on the shelf;
Vanity finds me in front of the mirror,
Comparing her beauty to myself
A dab of lipstick . . . touch of blush . . .
Then a rearranging of my hair;
But when I stand back and view the results,
Time's handiwork brings a sigh of despair
Alas! beauty belongs to youth,
And Time must be faithful to its art;
There's no doubt Time ravages the body . . . .
But Love rejuvenates the heart
Nov 7, 2025
Nov 7, 2025 at 10:39 PM UTC
For sale: A heart that's been slightly used,
Comes with an ironclad guarantee;
But please, don't act on an impulse . . .
And then refuse delivery
A lonely heart that's as good as new --
Maybe a few cracks here and there,
Mended so well, you can hardly tell,
Priced accordingly . . . . I'll be fair
Rare vintage stock, replete with love,
(Well, a bit of pain left its trace)
Caution: It must be handled with care . . .
It's impossible to replace
I'll list it among the Classifieds:
"Only serious inquiry"
And he who buys it must abide
By the "No Return" policy
The price? That's yet to be determined -
Just what does the market dictate?
Are there many such hearts for sale?
I'll just post it . . . . sit back . . . . and wait
Oct 29, 2025
Oct 29, 2025 at 7:53 PM UTC