The People

The needs of the people

why are they not met

where is the compassion

of the government

for its citizens

The future of our nation

is in their hands

yet they allow the nation

to grow weak

through its homelessness and its hunger

To me it's a crime

that the only dime

that they're willing to spend

will find its end

in the pockets of the wealthy

this is not healthy

for once the spending class dies

because of political lies

our nation will crumble

to the third world we'll tumble

All for a people so weak

with an outlook so bleak

our homelessness growing

the government should have been knowing

corporations aren't people

the politicians are the sheeple

only the rich do they care for

it's their greed that they feed more

ignoring the folks

they've been sworn to represent

Let them live in a tent

Money spent on defense

is one of these lies

but again to the contractors

is where they have ties

this is a great failing

of our American congress

but how can you blame them

as war is big business

padding their pockets

feeding their greed

while all the while

ignoring the need

Of the People

The needs of the people

should have come first

yet these folks who are in power

satisfy their own thirst

On the backs

Of the People

When will they learn

will it become far too late

can they turn this around

or have they finally sealed the fate

Of the People

Is There A Bucket For The Homeless

The ALS bucket challenge

now what a great thing

drawing attention to disease

with the hope

a cure it may bring

Truly I'm happy

that this goes around

as each year 5,600

are diagnosed

does that number astound

But my fight is for

for the homeless

they sure could use help

each year 1.6 million children

become part of this mess

Please cure this disease

but please don't forget

the veterans

and families

who have fallen through the net

Can Anyone Love A Michigan Winter

Michigan fairs well

as it always will

though the cold days of winter

can be a bitter pill

Yet they come with rewards

and these can be so divine

down the hall to the kitchen

a fresh cobbler, all mine

The warmth from the oven

the smells baking brings

often in winter

are my favorite things

Fresh bread and muffins

the cobbler mentioned above

cup cakes and pies

with scents that say love

Then on the tongue

all these flavors explode

and you find winter's brought

the great mother lode

There's the stews and soups

the chili, the roast

the great feasts created

of which you must boast

You see those cold days of winter

they're not really so bad

when you take to the kitchen

for more of what you just had

Five Rounds With My Son

Five days of golf

how the needle can change

could it have been

we never visit the range

My son came out strong

he took the first two

we tied on the third

then he won the fourth too

But on the fifth he was owned

as the old man came alive

with an old hickory putter

his game did arrive

Yes my son had been awed

by some shots I had made

out of the rough, over trees

with the slightest of fades

But once the putts started droppin'

for this old man with one eye

all that was left for my son

was to break down and cry

MERCY please dad

you don't have to spank me this hard

it's this 3 wood that's failed me

“don't count that” on the card

Well my son won the overall

the victory was his to claim

but on that fifth day he learned

his old dad still has game

The Story Never Heard

So often passed by

as if they weren't there

by people too busy

that haven't a care

People with thoughts

homelessness is a choice

and that the bum on the corner

should not have a voice

After all they're just druggies

at least that's what they think

and they smell to high heaven

no, it's the heartless who stink

You see there's no way of tellin'

why someone is homeless

but more often than not

their situation is hopeless

when no-one is willing

to give a hand up

and pretend they're not people

these folks need to backup

take the time for to listen

to a story or two

see the world for a moment

as those homeless folks do

the moms with their children

a whole lot of vets

how the hell in this country

do they fall through the nets

Why don't they care

why can't they see

why won't they hear

the homeless and their plea

Are they afraid they'll get dirty

afraid it'll rub off

how I wish that this ignorance

would be soon to die-off

But the voice of the homeless

so seldom it's heard

there's a few who will listen

and their vision's not blurred

They see the homeless as people

just like you and me

with all the same needs

right down to a tee

They stop and they listen

they take time to provide

they know it's their mission

and they don't run and hide

These are the heroes

as they go out of their way

giving all from the heart

as they go about their day

Don't Look Back

How could he go on

life was too much

the days of his past

had left a cruel touch

It was never that others

had been abusive

it was what he had done

he could not forgive

When he was young

he'd not answered the call

folks were left wanting

now he felt guilty and small

As he looked back

his pain became great

he was stopped in his tracks

that feeling “TOO LATE”

Guilt had taken him down

depression set in

he'd played the game of life

he just couldn't win

Was it time to give up

cash in his chips

then the strangest thing happened

words came from his lips

Quit looking back

or you'll never move on

life still has purpose

don't sit here withdrawn

Cast your eyes forward

move on, up ahead

there's another who needs you

your life is their bread

Looking back only delays

all the good you can do

stop regretting your past

before it kills you

How I Wish I had the Answer to the Question "HOW?"

We all have a purpose

that should be practiced in boldness

on this journey we know as our life

Individuals all

with our own given call

to relieve another from strife

In many ways we're all equals

and can often be sequels

continuing the work of another

As they've made a great start

it's been a work from their heart

now it's our turn to lift up a brother

Our hearts will be gifted

as from gutters they're lifted

even if all that can be offered is hope

If for a moment they're able

to see life as stable

it's the one thing that might help them to cope

You see there once was a day

they were working class people

who could afford to live

incomes never this feeble

but the way things have changed

they can't supply for their need

that's been caused by a sickness

known as corporate greed

This life in the gutter

is no way to live

it's the spirit of man

leaking out through a sieve

an end

must be found

homelessness

bound

if from the street

they're to vanish

it's the cause

we must banish

There Is Freedom Within The Fence

Within the fence

chihuahuas are huge

as they bark at the pit bull

it's their turf, a refuge

Free to do as he pleases

after all in his yard

he becomes the fiercest of warriors

and that fence is his guard

While in the fence it doesn't matter

the size of his foe

his bravery comes forth

and he puts on a great show

Yes this little dog knows

he's got enough common sense

that his freedom exists

inside of the fence

A Lifelong Childhood

Somebody once said

“You only have one childhood,

make it last a lifetime”

Responsibility truly has its place

but is it necessary to never have fun

we let life get too damn serious

seems as we're always on the run

Have we forgot how to play

is that what we've done

made life nothing but toil

how dull Jack has become

For a moment think back

to when you were a boy

playin' ball with the guys

how it brought you great joy

you girls had your hop-scotch

and skipping of rope

do you remember that feeling

that joy brought us hope

Life then was grand

yes, oh so good

during those wonderful days

of our childhood

We could find that hope once again

if for an hour each day

we'd turn away from the rat race

and take time out to play

Lies, Ya Gotta Love 'em

How people love lies

as they hide from their eyes

those ugly old truths

they so often despise

But these lies they devise

create a life of disguise

and more often than not

will bring their demise

Their lives downward spiral

as an act of reprisal

keeping all they say straight

for lies need revival

How perfectly vile

the reward for denial

of the facts of the matter

they've ignored all the while

I must then surmise

that it's totally unwise

to harbor untruths

as they bring a terrible prize

I see no surprise

how life simplifies

when it's the truth that is told

instead of the lies

Sure Could Use A Little Good News

The news of today

has taken its toll

of so many men

who had thought themselves whole

Their spirits have waned

and that is no way to live

yet we continue to be

so self destructive

Torn down

ripped apart

inundated with filth

this world does impart

Living as shadows

of who they once were

while the death tolls rise

and politicians keep score

Not only the wars

but famine as well

as many a people

are already in Hell

The murders and rapes

adding up every day

no longer safe for children

to just go out and play

Where the hell are we headed

is there no way to fall back

to those days filled with love

it seems its that which we lack

It's time to take a step back

away from this madness

and hopefully put to an end

these days filled with sadness

Return to those days

when people respected each other

and once again treat folks

as if all were their brother

The Hypocrite

Stop, that's mine

I'm throwin' it away

no you can't have it

just go away

Keep your dirty hands off

you know that it ain't yours

just get outta my trash

or this'll become war

I had to pay for all of that

see that stuff it wasn't free

am I gonna have to call the cops

get up from off of your knee

Feed your children

not from my can

get a job

be a man

Your clothes are filthy

you know you stink

I ain't runnin' no charity

if that's what you think

You better get to movin'

leave that tent there alone

get your hands off that bedroll

let that bridge be you home

I don't care if they're hungry

so what if they're cold

even if I were to help

they'd still grow up in your mold

Always wantin' somethin'

is how you folks are

how about you work for stuff

you really are bizarre

I'm gonna have to leave now

yeah, I'll leave you in the lurch

but my neighbors they'll be watchin' you

while I'm away at church