Today while walking down the street
I stopped to notice my two feet.
They always know just where to go,
And so they lead me to and fro.
They take me anywhere I want;
If only just a little jaunt.
But they are great in races too;
For this they wear a "special"shoe.
And often when they've run their best
They beg me for a little rest.
Each morning they are first to rise.
They touch the floor filled with surprise.
Where they take me no one knows,
Except, perhaps, their friends, the toes!
But we are up now and about.
"Let's get going now", I shout.
I marvel at their daily speed,
These two feet are all I need!

(C) K. Hicks

The winds are churning all around us;
Man is caught up in a storm.
Will each day be like the morrow
With its horrors to adorn?

Can we somehow spend a fraction
Of our time upon this place;
See the paths that we are taking
Bringing only more disgrace?

If mankind is truly feeling,
Loving, caring and humane,
He might change the world's direction
So that dignity remains.

For this effort to be blessed
By generations yet unborn,
Minds must meet in all directions
And our hatred all be shorn.

Time is not so in our favor.
There's an urgency of pace.
Life is storming all around us;
We must save the human race.

(C) K. Hicks

If only there was only wellness:
No babies born with deformities or  illness.

If only all people could live in peace:
No anger for "your land" or only "my beliefs".

If only horrendous weather did not ****:
No floods, hurricanes, tornadoes or fires.

If only there were food enough for all:
No hunger, starvation, no crop demise.

If only real charity lived in every heart:
No scramble for the "more" that pulls us apart.

If only cruelty found no source to hurt:
No knives, guns, or bombs allowed on Earth.

If only there were no need for prisons:
No reason to cheat, steal, or ****.

If only there were a great and all- powerful god
Who made the universes large and small,
Who gave birth to life, who created it all,
A god who never created such despair,
Who, in wisdom, left out all horrors everywhere,
THIS  god would be the one I'd put my belief in!
If only, if only.

Time in life intreagues me,
As time never stands still.
And I carry on within it
As if I had free will.
I can never go back to yesterday.
Yet, I plan for my day of tomorrow.
But how can I ever go forward
When I'm always stuck in today? !

The Slate is Drawn Clean

The slate is drawn clean but fear grips the land.
From whence came this man,
and what guides his hand?
How did we get here, we wonder aloud.
And what will he write and store in the cloud?
With words he assailed us; could we not hear?
Logic has failed us. There's nothing to cheer.
The slate is drawn clean, this harsh Genie out.
He rages his rants and prances about.
The twit now becomes "The Twitter in Chief"
His words bring us heartburn
With no quick relief!
Oh, how I long for that wonderful day
When a proper president comes our way.

(C) K. L. Hicks, 2017