Tag: Poetry

Great Again

MAGA blues comes here to stay.

Calgon come and take me away!

People lost, kicked out, shut out, fired.

Never has it been this bad.

Is bureaucracy really the enemy?

I don’t know, but where did this come from?

Locked out, banned, told off, so long.

Never come back, but where do they go?

Replaced by AI, perhaps?

And how is this supposed to make

Our country great again?

There Are Consequences

Take away my income.

Take away my identity.

Take away my property.

Take away my freedom.

Take away my dignity.

…

What’s left?

A heart, a mind, a soul.

Pain. Suffering.

Hope. Wisdom.

A lesson learned.

I’ll never trust you again,

Now that I know,

Who my real friends are.

…

A smiling face does not mean safety.

An open hand does not mean help.

A fancy gift is not charity.

A threat is not a promise.

…

So, who are you to me?

That is not for you to say.

Your actions speak volumes.

America will only take so much.

The line has been crossed.

Now, you must reap the consequences.

…

Alive

Walking through my neighborhood,

I see the kids at play,

And the parents chatting.

The young people walk their dogs,

And mow their lawns.

Moms and dads

Drop their children off for daycare.

Healthy people walk

Up and down the street,

Keeping fit and feeling good.

Kids on skateboards and bikes

Roam around, just enjoying

Being active and outside

In the cool winter air.

Men work on projects

In their driveways and garages.

Women tend to little ones,

Running errands

Or heading to work.

A peace falls on the place.

It is good to be alive.

Tenfold

Meandering along

An uncertain journey,

I take it as it comes,

Being in the moment,

As best I can.

Not worrying

About what I will eat,

Or what I will wear;

But always sure

That whatever happens,

I will be okay,

For I am surrounded

By friends and family,

A spiritual cloud of witnesses,

With my best interest at heart.

And thus I feel secure,

Knowing that tomorrow

Is a time, not to be

Anxious about, but

To look forward to

With anticipation and hope.

Tomorrow is

Not for sure,

But God goes forward

Before us, and

Blesses our going in

And going out,

Our exchanges,

Our travel,

Our conversations

And our tasks.

Treating my neighbor

In a way that I

Would want to be treated,

I bless myself

As well as my neighbor.

Loving and caring

For those around me,

I build a castle of karma,

That returns to me tenfold.