Hawks

Hawks

birds of prey

prefer fresh meat

bring a violent death

to their meal

the people of a nation

go hungry

Whiskey

The problem with whiskey

I think it's been said

is that it's after effects

go straight to the head

and if one is not careful

his spirit will shred

and when control is all lost

likely wind up as dead

A little is good

a lot oh so bad

I learned that the hard way

which made me quite mad

yes when push came to shove

those times they were sad

only myself there to blame

losing the control that I had

Changes

Changes, always changes

bringing ends that are unseen

at times

make a life sheen

but then a flip side

later seen

an ugliness

that's turned mean

But the changes do come

no time for a breath

we must accept them and roll

or face a bleak death

for once left behind

it's joy we find missing

and have no reason at all

to continue life's dancing

If all you do is just sit there

your spirit will soon tear

so take them and roll

continue life's stroll

the joy you may find

just might bring peace of mind

they determine your fate

yes your changes await

Too Many English Teachers - not a poem, just a statement that needs sayin'

This just needs to be said, and it seems that the job seems to have been handed to me. You see, i believe that words and ideas are given to people in order for them to be shared. So, here goes!

It seems that today there has been an influx of wannabe English teachers. The misuse of quite a few words brings them out of the woodwork giving them the opportunity to show the rest of the world just how smart they are. Me personally, I could care less. I read for understanding rather than to pick apart another persons misuse of grammatical correctness. Yes, I like trying to use the proper forms of the words to/too/two, there/their/they're and you're/your/yore. Hang on though folks, it's not/knot the end of the world if the wrong form of the word bare/bear or wear/where gets used if you can still understand the point of what is being said. Punctuation is another sore point. If you can understand what is being said in that two hundred and fifteen word run-on sentence, just move on to the next statement. Capitalization, c'mon, if it's missing does it really change the meaning of the word at the beginning of a sentence? Does it make dover, delaware a different city for the lack of capital letters?

It's time to grow up folks. This is the internet, not a job application for a teaching position. If you can understand it, quit trying to prove yourselves superior in the belittlement of others.

Why Lie

Why lie

what is there to gain

a life of slavery

to a story that's lame

lies are tough to remember

they morph and become strange

while the truth is so simple

as it never does change

why not live free

unbridled from lies

gain peace in your heart

find joy in your eyes

there will be new respect

folks will form a great trust

all because of a practice

of truth being a must

Feet Functional, not Fashionable

Feet, they're wonderful things

to the body a purpose they bring

not very pretty at all

but when you are walking

or even standing and talking

thank them as they don't let you fall

that's right you can't win

they're as ugly as sin

go ahead paint the nails if you must

just be grateful they're there

you're not on your derriere

for your balance in them you can trust

The Rustic

The home of the brave

the land of the free

folks enslaved by the rat race

well except two or three

these folks live off the grid

yeah out there on their own

in ways they work harder

but then, nature's their home

their needs are quite basic

a roof, clothing and food

what they became is rustic

no, they're not crude

it's the simple life

and it can be a great thing

providing that is

you make it through winter to spring

Enslaved

enslaved by the dollar

that's what we are

and the pittance received

it don't go very far

folks keep working harder

and production goes up

while their wages stay flat

the profits go up

often forced to apply

for help from the state

workers become labeled takers

was this stigma their fate

then complaints are put forth

about the redistribution of wealth

but that's how capitalism is supposed to work

thanks trickle down stealth

today's dollar trickles up

to the pockets of the rich

as daily more do without

ain't redistribution a bitch!

Boss vs Leader

The boss is a pusher

hollers

just get it done

while the leader

takes part

and makes the job fun

when pushed

just like cattle

workers stray everywhere

but being led

by a shepherd

the job gets done with great care

you see

being in charge

is more than just having your say

and the respect

you'll receive

is different as night and day

be a boss

be a leader

go ahead take your pick

but you should

be forewarned

the result could make you sick

PRO or CON

we must look again

at the words PRO and CON

neither is perfect

nor either all wrong

but if we as a people

wish to grow and move on

PRO is more needed

there's no movement in CON

when being PROgressive

we can attain great new heights

but if too CONservative

we'll find the pathway there bites

so PRO or Con

where do we stand

are we for or against

the many issues at hand

if we want move forward

and make real PROgress

we should never depend

on that group we call CONgress

ENOUGH

We've had enough

we want our boys home

there's no need for more dying

on battle fields all alone

These wars stealing lives

and not just of the soldiers

broken hearts of their families

dealing with new burdened shoulders

Dead, disabled

body and spirit

the families cry out ENOUGH

but our leaders don't hear it

Playing their politics

doing so for their profit

the war machine must continue

and reelection first on the docket

They've forgotten the people

the little guy no longer matters

since Citizens United

allowed these politicians new handlers

The ballot belongs to the rich

it's money stuffing the box

and one of these days

we'll find our country on blocks

It's Gone On Way Too Long

when will they end

they're killing our men

the wars in the east

have gone on way too long

they just keep sending our boys

treating them like plastic toys

while they sit back and profit

that's wrong

the dead and the dying

the maimed none of them lying

they're just numbers

in the countries archives

what's the hell's wrong with our leaders

it seems they've become bottom feeders

feeding their glutinous appetites

while the have-nots pay with their lives 

Pain

We often disdain

that which gives us our gain

we just won't entertain

yes we'd rather abstain

holding fast in our brain

this lousy dark stain

while we're dragged by a train

on a chain we call pain

if this to you is arcane

and you think it inane

you might go talk to Sir Gawain

maybe he will explain

it won't be mundane

but will likely drive you insane

you see it's a whole new terrain

and even odder domain

but it's time to restrain

and no longer complain

about pain

Zen

Awakened by the brook washing over the tiny set of falls

I hear the birds singing a welcome to the new day

natures song is being played

its flute has come alive

the ivory of her keys are caressed gently

my ears gather their blessing

the peaceful surrounding have brought tranquility to my spirit

my heart fills with joy

how fortunate I am to see another day dawn

The Unkind Back

My back

it hurts

the pain

it comes in spurts

The task

at hand

is to simply

try to stand

From hot packs

unto cold

I don't like this

getting old

It's become so hard to walk

I don't even want to talk
all I want is some relief

from this nagging pain and grief

It's even hard now just to think

seeing I've hurt my weakest link

and although I'm sharing ink

it's times like these that really stink

My Troubles Were Few

The pain brought rain

the eyes watered while burning

it seldom subsided

and was always returning

It became so hard to read

and equally hard to write

when the hell would it end

it was not a good night

My thought was why me

why must I live in this state

but then I met another

who suffered from a worse fate

He sat in his chair

no legs crippled arms

but the words that he spoke

were filled with great charms

I became ashamed of myself

as all I'd done was cry

this man had conquered hopelessness

while I didn't even try