Sides

Born into sides
Religious and tribal
Learning quite young
To fear and to rival

If we are Catholic
We hate  the Jews
If we are white
We do as we do

If we are men
We do as we want
If we are women
We’re told that we can’t

If we are black
We’re told to go back
If we are red…
We’re mostly all dead

If we’re ALL Human
We’re on the same side
No one to fear
No need to hide

I’m a humanist
I love all my tribe
Won’t you come join us
Just take the Human Side

By Bill MacEachern 03/23/2022

Words have flavor
Though not eaten
Some are sour
Others sweetened

Words can darken
Teach true hate
Or preach love
And Illuminate


Words are sticks
And they’re stones
Can be bricks
In well read homes

Words can color
In many hues
Or make duller
And smear you blue

Discover America
Come all aboard
We’re sailing to freedom
Like all those before

Leif Erikson, Columbus
Then CONQUISTADORS!!!!
They came, they saw
But noticed NO door

Discover America
Like all those before
It’s yours for the taking
Ignore the border

Elegant Emerald

It’s a people’s paradise
A rehab retreat
An elegant “Emerald”
Green carpet
At our feet

Trojan Swans
Cross the pond
Ferrying Families, Nostalgian’s
And Photographers
Strong

It’s all mine
And yours
Ours…

I think I love that most…
The sharing
With sharing comes caring
With caring…
Love

I see that all here…
I do
I love Boston
I love Boston Public Garden
I love you…

Bill MacEachern
09/30/2021

Stayed in bed yesterday
Whiled the whole day away

Though idle
My thoughts went astray

Stayed in my head yesterday
Pondering possible pathways

How things may go
How they may stay

Made up my bed today
But not my mind

Stuck in a gray way
But certainly

Soon
Will find my way…

Saturday Night Surf

We use to Surf
On Saturday nights
The Surf Ballroom
Up a thousand flights

Didn’t Hang Ten
But did Tighten Up
Did the Funky Chicken
And built up buttercup

Blue suede shoes
Silk stripe pants
Looking like peacocks
Ready to dance

We had Utopia
The Pilgrims
Rockin’ Ramrods too

When The Technique’s
Played Shotgun
All understood

This would be our last dance
So do it now
And do it good

By:Bill MacEachern
03/29/2021

Buffalo Clouds

Buffalo roam
The skies today
Hides of white
Touch of gray

There’s platypus
Pegasus
And
Hippo too

But it’s the Buffalo
Stampeding
Our skies of blue

By: Bill MacEachern
03/29/2021