Category Archives: Poetry

Of heaven, and hell.

a short poem in which I attempt to capture my sentiments on matters to which I do not subscribe, yet in which I hold hope for justice of a universal nature. ~ Of heaven, and hell ~ Where will the … Continue reading

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Fleeting Thoughts

A poem composed from its title, the idle thoughts of a mind unable to rest. Fleeting Thoughts Fleeting thoughts that come and go Fleeting thoughts of love and lust Fleeting thoughts of broken trust Fleeting thoughts we cannot hide Fleeting … Continue reading

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The gods of what will not be…

The gods of what will not be… ~ The gods of what will not be, they, who who strip the dreams from those as me and thee. Though we gird our dreams in reality, the gods of what will not … Continue reading

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Friends.

A poem, prompted by thoughts of friendship, especially… the friends we’ll never see. Friends. Friends don’t let wrong distract you from the right. Into the abyss, true Friends won’t let you slide, no, true Friends will hold you up, they … Continue reading

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Where we’d rather be.

Where we’d rather be This world is not the place for those likened unto me. For them, to Heaven’s song of bliss they’d hark. Could be I’m wrong, as I’m so often told I be. To Hell, better suited for … Continue reading

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Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder

During my Friday lunch break my wife sprang a sudden question, “Do you suffer from Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder?” Powerful emotion immediately overcame me, I turned to the window and gazed out of it for the minute or so it took … Continue reading

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Father’s Day, 2013

Happy Father’s Day to every father, and for the men not yet fathers, may you one day know the joy of comforting a tiny part of you as your own child lies within your cradling arms. My Father’s day began … Continue reading

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Mother’s Day, is Every Day.

Julia recently returned from her Middle School trip to Washington, DC. During her time away, she composed this poem. Pay special attention to the first letter of each line. I think each line describes Julia, as she sees herself. There … Continue reading

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Julia’s essay to her dad.

My much loved youngest daughter Julia casually left a note on my desk last night.  She never told me what it was, and placed it on a pile of other papers without even saying she did.  Although I noticed it … Continue reading

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Time, to write a wrong.

Time past righting a wrong, and this my writing of this wrong, in poetic form. Marriage Equality. Religion’s Organized Refrain. You must believe as we, or heathen will you be. Don’t confuse the faithful with your lies don’t dare to … Continue reading

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The Wind and the Tree.

a poem, by my gem, Julia. The Wind and the Tree. of all things that could ever be the best, are the Wind and the Tree. The Wind tears a song of sorrow through your soul, and all that could … Continue reading

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By another name

By another name… Maria, by another name Reveal your heart, and share your pain. With friendship’s start, joy, do we all gain. Within your soul, should be no shame. To us you show, your heart so true, so let our … Continue reading

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Twisted Reality

Does anyone remember the crucifixion of Michael Jackson in the court of public opinion, as hosted by the mass-media? I certainly do. The treatment of Lance Armstrong strikes me the same way, I see hidden agendas in many elements of … Continue reading

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A child’s poem, to her mother.

Following, is a true treat for any parent. My favorite youngest child wrote a poem for her mother, as a gift for Christmas. I received a more practical, yet equally thoughtful gift from her – a pack of cushion soled … Continue reading

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mortality’s short, sweet kiss…

A free-form verse, from a young soul trapped in an aging body. Prompted by the anguish and encouragement of some exceptionally special people on Twitter. Forgive the raw nature, perhaps I’ll “clean” it up.  Perhaps, I’ll not. {I did, and … Continue reading

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