To 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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George W

When George W finally got there,
His mommy made him swear
To listen to one of daddy’s tips,
Namely, “Don’t ever say… read my lips”.

George W. never said he was real smart
So right from the very start
Among his advisors he wanted an ace
To cover for that lost look on his face.

Well, it didn’t work so George had to confess.
Even in his inaugural address.
He referred to euthanasia twice at least…
And pledged to visit them in the Far East.

With Latin America George promised to be fair
By learning to speak Latin before going there.
Before tackling the Mideast, he thought perhaps
He’d better take a look at his high school maps.

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A Soldier's Ponderings

Here I am defending a place
I never heard of before.
Enemies lurk everywhere I see
In this ever worsening war.
Conflict and death from tribal strife
Have prevailed for thousands of years.
Yet I’m here offering my life
To reverse this history of tears.
Blood soaks the earth; smoke chokes the air.
My mind screams as I see
Pieces of bodies strewn everywhere
That will always be a part of me.
I kill people who live here;
They try to annihilate me.
I destroy their cities… then cheer.
Is this how I set them free?
I love my home; it’s a wonderful land.
There I’ve felt safe and free.
Here I’m afraid and don’t understand
What my leaders expect of me.

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Shades of Gray

Until now two extremes have shaped the days
From opposite ends of the scale of grays.
One without hue and not really white,
Because it couldn’t reflect all incident light.
The other lacked hue since rays that would fall
Were absorbed with no light reflecting at all.

Henceforth, a hopeful force steers a course of moderation.
Opposite ends of the spectrum will no longer stifle a nation.
Thoughtful, careful shades of gray soon will prevail
As crises require scalpel rather than hammer and nail.
Up to now opposite ends have been easiest to support;
Sadly, they have created an extreme world about to abort.

Intelligence and wisdom will finally have a strategic say,
Addressing issues here and abroad through shades of gray.
Problems are staggering and will need cooperation
Of electorate and politicians to avoid a depressed nation.
A miracle has happened to show that all are shades of gray,
As major changes are effected in this quest for a new day!

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A Culpable Billionaire

There’s something I don’t understand about such a billionaire.
How much does he have to have before he wants to share
His great wealth with the world’s vast pool of poor…
Or does he just ignore their needs as he claws for more?

He has all the power that money will ever buy,
Except to purchase one second more to delay his time to die.
So, instead of seeking more billions to divide among his heirs,
Why can’t he invest in lost peoples so futures might be theirs?

In his short life this wealth is only his to briefly use;
If he does nothing but make more of it, he does nothing but abuse.
He drives one car at a time, eats three meals and sleeps in one bed.
The other toys are just accoutrements to keep his ego fed.

With all his power this billionaire has a unique chance
To help his fellow man to prosper and advance,
Turning his bills and paper notes into food and educations.
As it mushrooms it won’t be just paper, but growing nations.

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Unique Masterpiece

Remember, you are a unique masterpiece.
With your talents, tastes and toils you can increase
Chances that this world will house a better fellow man.
No one like you has gone before… or ever will again.

Your talents are impressive, but only if you recognize
Their strength depends on faith in self. Then you’re truly wise.
The world prefers to ignore your words, as it rushes on its way.
But you can change minds and hearts if you believe what you say.

Your tastes in life can’t be mundane or your talents won’t unfold.
To better complacent man, your values must be brave and bold.
Study history’s masters and disasters then chart your time.
Battles will be hard, fields scarred, but less would be a crime.

How many times have superior toils determined spoils of war?
Make that extra effort until your mind and body roar.
It’s not brains or brawn, but dedication on the practice field.
Unique masterpiece, never cease. You can make the world yield!

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The Frog and the Dog

The big bullfrog said to the wiry weenie dog,
“Come out and sun with me on my nice, nifty log.”
The wiry weenie dog yelped at the big bullfrog,
“I can’t get out there since you’re sitting in a bog.”

Froggie croaked back, “Of that term I’m not fond.
I’ll have you know this log is on a crystal pond.”
The wiry weenie dog, not wanting to appear a dud,
Asked, “Which part is crystal; the moss or the mud? ”

The big bullfrog said to show his irritation,
“Forget it wiry weenie dog. I withdraw my invitation.”
Now the wiry weenie dog really felt mighty bad
And said, “I’m sorry big bullfrog that I made you mad.
I’d like to visit you out on your nice, nifty log,
But my short legs might get stuck since I’m a weenie dog.”

The big bullfrog said, 'Just wait a spell.
Stay where you are since I jump very well.”
After three hops, frog and dog were sitting side by side.

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One Soldier's Ponderings

Here I am defending a place
I never heard of before.
Enemies lurk everywhere I see
In this ever worsening war.

Conflict and death from tribal strife
Have prevailed for thousands of years.
Yet I’m here offering my life
To reverse this history of tears.

Blood soaks the earth; smoke chokes the air.
My mind screams as I see
Pieces of bodies strewn everywhere
That will always be a part of me.

I kill people who live here;
They try to annihilate me.
I destroy their cities… then cheer.
Is this how I set them free?

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Greater Force

I don’t know what to believe for each people has a good book of its own.
But I do believe there’s a greater power than anyone has ever known.
Marvels from the atom to the universe manifest incredible design
For lack of a better word they’re attributed to an entity called divine.

Being but human we name it many things like Allah, Buddha or God,
But to me it’s just an unknown force which in the instant of a nod
Can create a human body still little understood by mankind
Or paint a magnificent sunset no mortal could have ever designed.

This force has no timetable since past, present and future are one.
Best I use my few seconds wisely before my brief journey is done.
I do believe one thing for sure… I will be judged for doing what I could,
Because there is intrinsic right and wrong just as there is bad and good.

This force, this power is all around me; it manifests eternal love.
With this goodness my life will be as brilliant as any of the stars above.

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Retirement's a Requirement

Retirement's a requirement to enjoy life.
Rest a spell, who can tell, you may not need that strife?
Say 'hi' to those you haven't seen enough before,
Like relatives and friends who once brightened your door.

Change seizure to leisure. Decide what you want.
Up at eight, then it's straight to your favorite haunt.
Or sleep until nine and then dine in bed.
Rise 'n shine when ready or keep snoozin' instead.

Or do you thrive on meetings with no time to eat?
With business your world, you'd rather compete.
Pursuit of power and the pace of each hour
Keep you longing for that grand ivory tower.

If it's money you seek, think what it buys…
Enjoyment and freedom or a box just your size.
Take care as you give your assets a shove
That you don't push aside the ones that you love.

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