Just what to say
about McViegh
that’s important.
His sparked flint
did come from hatesome soldier’s fate.
As he was tried
and was denied
He angrily
made misery.
Thus, this marine
was ugly mean.

Why are daffodils
downcast in the spring
have they lost their wills
just what is their thing?
tulips grow so high
crocus pierce the snow
yet they seem to sigh
is it what they know?
the spring glorious
breaks the depression
fails victorious
in its expression
see their bending heads
bowing to the light
as life onward treads
forcing its insight
bending to life’s whim
humble servants bow
with insights so dim
slaves to here and now
the beauty they show
the strength they conceal
in bowing they know
their life they reveal

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I Will Be Terse
It Is A Curse!
And All Things Worse!
All History
Of Poetry
Is Plain To See
To You And Me
The Muse Is Rhyme
And Metered Time
Lone Paradigm
Of The Sublime
The Murderer
And Pillager
Of This Mother
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She Will Not Die
Or Glorify
Nor Beautify
This Cruelist Lie
Hubritic Men
May Have This Yen
Her Denizen
All Know This Pen

I’m as blue as blue collar gets
with all it’s work and with it’s fits
spasms living creatively
so is the will to live and see
making these things into that
a conjuror that fills a need
make it work I’ve got down pat
for when I’m done it will suceed
if a creation you wanted
comissioned minion with job done
having your need amply fed
is due the pittance he has won
satisfied you are on your way
as new challenges make my day

On field almost a square
I, a youth, became aware
I’d sooner spend all my days
In hitting balls and making plays
In catching flies and running home
In fields of dreams to ever roam
To hold a bat and hit a ball
Up away and over a wall
To round the bases one fine day
And in the dust there to say
Daddy-O! This one’s for you!
Oh please…now be here with me too!
In all the world it is the game
That treats all humans all the same
Big or fat or thin or small
All can play the game baseball
For it’s a game of one’s own skill
Depending only on one’s own will
It’s the fairest game of all
And being so does all enthrall
To pitch or catch or hit or field
All of life therein concealed
The diamond in America’s crown
For which we wilal be most renown
A game that’s played with bat and ball
That’s all for one and one for all!

We send a telescope into the sky
As we stand here on earth and wonder why
We build great rings underneath mother earth
Smashing things together with wondrous mirth
Wide eyed we live and love and think and dance
Held a brief captive by life’s living’s trance
The god we seek in earth or self or sky
Is deeply hidden in you and or I
Maybe the bang that blew it all apart
Was not a beginning, just a restart
So on one small insignificant speck
There’d come us with incredible high tech
We could put it all together again
Then know all about God– and God of men.

Morillon, a soldier with a goal
He knows this earth to be a whole
Merchants of death war on his gate
He bet his love could shame their hate
He said only, “I will not go.”
until kindness you have to show
You’ll feed hunger and cure the ill
Yes, on this I’ll stand and stake my life
The world stood still breathless, aghast
Would this general succeed or last?
Behold a chink in hate’s armor
Let’s pray one day to disarm her
and on her grave the words should be–
Generals of peace, guard here, live free!

the way to stop bomb suicides
is to deny them glory’s rides
desperate for immortality
they die for an eternity
believing death the greatest gift
they chose to die and cause a rift
as dna does make it so
it’s dividing does make it grow
sometimes killing the innocent
blinded anger cannot relent
until itself it must consume
to nothingness within a tomb
such lives of such desperation
are prone to exaggeration
they need their hateful delusions
to justify their intrusions
flickering the candle of life
they have the need to cause more strife
they send their heat into the air
nature cares not it foul or fair
it is living material
noisy dusting of the surreal.
Know– life’s moments before the void
are best lived when love is enjoyed

I’m tired of shots
heard on T.V.
They are the spots
that should not be.
I want to hear
in those places
what brings forth cheer
and smiling faces.
For as monkey
see and so do,
The good they see
They’ll do to you.
Goodness blesses
with happiness.
In those places
do that posses
and will be grown
from the T.V.
a goodness sown
for all to see.
That blessings grow
and multiply
do come to know
and to supply.
In one’s being
the soul’s window
Is in seeing
good to bestow.
The boundless good
you give away
haunt you it should
Yes, everyday!

The porcupine he can’t digest
has been brought to Putin’s table
Now “We the People” face a test
on who is strong and more able
Lies and power now on the field
must not be allowed to remain
as freedom’s fight must never yield
our power must focus on Ukraine
Nuclear bombs they gave away
in exchange for sovereignty
such peaceful acts should have their way
and be backed by Humanity!
deny them in their hour of need
denies Life–Truth–Love to succeed

Can Putin kill Ukraine again?
As  Stalin did awhile ago
Lives lost and History have a pen
to direct where thought should go
Tyrants– Lies—with vicious power
used to hold the field of battle
“We the people” – Make them cower!
With our Love make them rattle
in their boots marching– off to war
fighting for their oligarchy
it’s not what people now adore
most choose Life and Liberty
the old horrors that we all know
is not where people want to go

Morillon – soldier with a goal
He knows this earth to be a whole
merchants of death war on his gate
He bet his love could shame their hate
He said only “I will not go.”
until kindness you have to show
You’ll feed hunger and cure the ill
Now think on this – you must – you will
You do this and you’ll end this strife
On this I’ll stand and stake my life
The world stood still – breathless aghast
Would this general succeed or last?
Behold! A chink in hate’s armor
Let’s pray one day to disarm her
and on her grave the words should be
Generals of peace. Guard here. Live Free!

The money talks
The sportsman cry
The Pro now stalks
Amateurs die
So chase this gold
You men of money
The story now told
is sad, not funny.
To win for sport
is noble glory
Money’s retort
Another story
What did we gain
Selling the soul
of trying’s pain
and honor’s goal?
The highest step
We all can make
to be man’s rep
for pureness sake
To win or lose
is not the games
paying loves dues
Perfecting aims
To try to win
Is sports true thought
Now see the sin
That money’s bought.
Yes, sport has paid
an awful price
For monies made
Gives us more vice
Purities dream
was bought and sold
for monies stream–
A true fools gold.

Greta screamed at the blah blah blah
The adults said they’d do something
kids shriek eureka! and Ah Ha!
their parents for them will do nothing

their lives are full of happiness
they took it all and had us too
when dying they will want our kiss
such selfishness is oh so true

they have built it all and fucked away
our world and life’s inheritance
the warming world will have it’s say
our deaths will be just happenstance

if you cannot build a future
Mother nature will not you nurture

Petite yet very powerful
more concerned about you and me
she grasped the horns of the big bull
demanding that all should be free
Always preaching to every face
American values are this
enhance freedoms—do not erase
should be the mark of our kiss
As life is short and death so sure
she fought so much for me and you
this women’s love was not demure
in heart and soul she lived life true
As I so hate the legal mind
for her only a love I find.

On field almost a square
I, a youth, became aware
I’d sooner spend all my days
In hitting balls and making plays
In catching flies and running home
In fields of dreams to ever roam
To hold a bat and hit a ball
Up away and over a wall
To round the bases one fine day
And in the dust there to say
Daddy-O! This one’s for you!
Oh please…now be here with me too!
In all the world it is the game
That treats all humans all the same
Big or fat or thin or small
All can play the game baseball
For it’s a game of one’s own skill
Depending only on one’s own will
It’s the fairest game of all
And being so does all enthrall
To pitch or catch or hit or field
All of life therein concealed
The diamond in America’s crown
For which we will be most renown
A game that’s played with bat and ball
That’s all for one and one for all!

“it’s a republic—if you can keep it”
“we the people” in a torment
are now facing an election
the voting will only foment
a way we have resurrection
This torrent demands heavy coat
as sound and fury are all about
somewhat silenced when we cast vote
knowing again, we will soon shout
I won’t give in—I want my way
My vote makes it a democracy
freedom gives me the right to say
This republic is about me!
Don’t ever think I will go away
I will be back—I’m here to stay.

A tantrum we have to endure
as cranky babies go to bed
To sleep it off so secure
true thought is not what’s in their head
They just wanted to have their way
Parents do always deal with this
we let them scream and have their say
then put them to bed with a kiss
We hope in love’s education
as we know they will grow up too
To see the fruits of their creation
I hope their love will will be as true
our life, hope, and love the kernel
will they make our love eternal?