Moving On

My fate can be no crueler,
Now that yesterday’s my ruler:
All due to long past pain
That each day enslaves my brain.

If I did more things right.
If others had more insight.
With times different than they were,
Pain today would not occur.

That tragedy is set in stone.
It hangs around my neck alone.
If only something else were said,
This heavy weight might be my bread.

All that happened was my fault.
I had a chance to call a halt
When wounds and wails weren’t so bad.
Now maudlin memories drive me mad.

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Impoverished Dignity

I seek but a dash of water to quench my horrible thirst.
I scour dumps for scraps as my children’s stomachs burst.
I have so many enemies like angry ground and skies.
I know not why I’m chosen the one that they despise.

In less than a minute my country is destroyed.
Sickening sights of dead and dying, I’m unable to avoid.
My people came to this land to escape becoming slaves.
For many now their escapes will be at best mass graves.

I was born with nothing and grew up with pain and death.
Now it’s so much harder to sustain each belabored breath.
All I ask is that dash of water to keep my babies alive…
And a few grains of rice so that they can survive.

I have not asked for much, but even then I’ve been denied.
I hope my young will seek more and not be too satisfied.
Ground and sky, be friend or foe, will always fill the days.
Though tragic, I seek a chance to dignify impoverished ways.

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Politicians

Politicians are spurious breeds.
They place themselves before our needs.
They say what it takes to get elected.
Then do what they want when selected.

They promise rapid change and better times.
Then succumb to ignominious crimes.
As aspirants they vow that we'll be protected.
Then protect themselves until detected.

They talk of our forefathers who were terrific.
But avoid today's ideas that are too specific.
They admit no mistakes except by the other side.
And spend our taxes slinging dirt far and wide.

In this needy world politicians must be leaders.
We can ill afford ignorants, selfish or cheaters.
We, the people, must now take the reigns
And accept no leaders with moneyed veins.

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My Wonderful Wife

'I'm just me.' says she, but there's so much more.
She's just the one I have been looking for.
If I traveled the whole world round,
There's no one better I could have found.

She calls herself 'a gentle soul'.
Scores of friends attest to her role.
She hopes no one again breaks her heart.
Thank God she stold mine from the start.

Those gorgeous eyes and generous smile
Display an always-positive style.
She cares and cares and cares a lot...
And loves and loves with all she's got.

Her tears always a blink away
Belie her tenderness on display
For others less fortunate with life.
How lucky I am that she's my wife.

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Courage To Move On

My fate can be no crueler,
Now that yesterday’s my ruler;
All due to long past pain
That each day enslaves my brain.

If I did more things right.
If others had more insight.
With times weren’t what they were,
Pain today would not occur.

That tragedy is set in stone.
It hangs around my neck alone.
If only something else were said,
This lead weight might be my bread.

All that happened was my fault.
I had a chance to call a halt
When wounds and wails weren’t so bad.
Now maudlin memories drive me mad.

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Decay

Another crop, another farm
Yields to greed’s obscene strong arm.
Each day another field surrenders
To cement and shiny fenders.

Another mountain sadly hacked
As more beauty is ransacked.
One more ragged coyote’s lair
Disappears without a care.

An ever larger cloud of dust
Hides economic lust.
Clean air’s replaced by maudlin fumes
As hammers hammer more new rooms.

Monster mansions bought aboard
By thousands who can’t afford
To pause or rest for a breath,
Since that would mean financial death.

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Dearest Mother

When I was a child, you showed me a meadow of flowers.
You told me their names and we stayed there for hours.
Buttercups glistened as they drank the sun's rays
Amongst bluebells that glowed in their majestic ways.

I played in the meadow, but loved holding your hand.
You taught me about life and helped me understand
That love, like these flowers, though silent, can voice
A splendiferous message when it's my choice,
To express love with actions like forgive and forget;
To greet all with a smile and be glad that we've met;
To lead a colorful, bountiful life and have fun,
Praising the heavens as do flowers the sun.

This selfless love that you've forever shown me
Has opened my eyes so that I'll always see
The softness that buttercups and bluebells display
With their colors and scents that can lighten life's way.
Thank you, dearest mother, for your hand from the start.
Though flowers will fade, your love lives deep in my heart.

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First Graders

Experiences come and experiences go.
My gray matter seldom takes one in tow.
Then a momentously fateful, fortuitous find
Crossed my way, forever branding my mind.

My mission was daunting. There seemed no solution.
Read a poem without causing a first grade revolution!
Recite words, enlivened by colorful illustrations,
Hoping to capture a few concentrations.

We sat on the floor. Then the tale commenced.
With story unfolding, I was surprised as I sensed
That these first graders quickly captured the theme,
Even providing ideas to improve on the dream.

Questioning pictures or words they didn’t know;
Guessing future actions and how the story would go.
Their ideas and comments so beyond their years
Promise a future of gladness, not sadness and tears.

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Take Care of Love

Who are your friends in your search for intimacy sublime?
But who are real loved ones needing much more of your time?
When do you check your bank for your supply of funds?
But when do you check your love to see if it still runs?

Where do you store your valuables like diamonds and such?
But where do you keep your love and is there very much?
How often do you service your car to be sure it runs well?
But how often is your service of love just a hollow shell?

How often do you eat a balanced, healthy diet of food?
But how often is your diet of love remorsefully rude?
How often do you take a vacation from your world of spills?
But how often do you spill love and replace it with chills?

How often do you labor hard for that promotion at work?
But how often is your labor of love anything but a shirk?
How often do you look in the mirror and what do you really see?
For happiness, take care of love, and let all other things be!

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Mommio

When I was a child, you showed me a meadow of flowers.
You told me their names and we stayed there for hours.
Buttercups glistened as they drank the sun’s rays
Amongst bluebells that glowed in their majestic ways.

I played in the meadow, but loved holding your hand.
You taught me about life and helped me understand
That love, like these flowers, though silent, can voice
A splendiferous message when it’s my choice,
To express love with actions like forgive and forget;
To greet all with a smile and be glad that we’ve met;
To lead a colorful, bountiful life and have fun,
Praising the heavens as do flowers the sun.

This selfless love that you’ve forever shown me
Has opened my eyes so that I’ll always see
The softness that buttercups and bluebells display
With their colors and scents that can lighten life’s way.
Thank you, dearest mother, for your hand from the start.
Though flowers will fade, your love lives deep in my heart.

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