Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Poem: The Fall

Some bright words to ring in the New Year... : )

Is this the fall of Rome?
So to speak…
Or do we dare compare
The short sweet journey
Of a few centuries
To those of the mighty kingdom?

Will this truly be the downfall
Of the last Tarquinian King?
The final fall…Rome forsaken
Rant with decadence and decay
Empty currency – military gone astray?

Corruption…inflation…deflation…
A bankrupt government…
Denial…
Sound familiar…

Perhaps fall is too final…
Rome still exists after all…
Perhaps adapted is better…
Are you ready to adapt
When the fall is our own?

Monday, December 29, 2008

Poem: The Game of War

Talking trash
Shootin’ low
Street ball rules
Friend or foe
Three point shot
From the line
Leather bumps
Boys at prime
Blasts away
Bim bam boom
Clicked off rounds
End too soon
Game called short
Time to go
Who did win?
No one knows.

Friday, December 26, 2008

Poem: You Just Don't Matter

Seven figures
And a ball
While some sit
East of the decimal
A week’s work
Lost over juice
While belly’s swell
No rice today
‘Cause on the hill
A world away
You just don’t matter.

Sunday, December 21, 2008

Poem: Winds of Change

Immutable laws guide our faith -- troubled deeply
in the marred confusion of modernity.
A force greater than this guides us from within.
Some possess it on the verge of madness
Others in quite serenity and the forlorned focus
Of insomnia – genius not of our world
Lost…afflicted…damaged souls of borders
Adrift on a sea of obscure and wanton nomads
Clenching tightly their heads – sheltering their ears
From the voices who call loudly on the winds of change.

Thursday, December 18, 2008

Poem: Wait

Lost in time
Frozen still
A heart sans soul
A fever’s chill
Once distraught
A nail for bed
More than not
A cloak to shed
A second skin
An albatross
A nightmare played
On a bloody cross.

Poem: The Fall

Is this the fall of Rome?
So to speak…
Or do we dare compare
The short sweet journey
Of a few centuries
To those of the mighty kingdom?

Will this truly be the downfall
Of the last Tarquinian King?
The final fall…Rome forsaken
Rant with decadence and decay
Empty currency – military gone astray?

Corruption…inflation…
A bankrupt government…
Denial…
Sound familiar…

Perhaps fall is too final…
Rome still exists after all…
Perhaps adapted is better…
Are you ready to adapt
When the fall is our own?

Monday, December 15, 2008

Poem: Winds of Change

Immutable laws guide our faith -- troubled deeply
in the marred confusion of modernity.
A force greater than this guides us from within.
Some possess it on the verge of madness
Others in quite serenity and the forlorned focus
Of insomnia – genius not of our world
Lost…afflicted…damaged souls of borders
Adrift on a sea of obscure and wanton nomads
Clenching tightly their heads – sheltering their ears
From the voices who call loudly on the winds of change.

Sunday, December 14, 2008

Poem: Outside In

A fiber optic lifeline
Instantaneous communication.
Satellite internet
From a missionary’s laptop
On the red Kenyan dirt
To a flat in Chicago
A taste of the world beyond
But no way out.
Lisa Holdren tagged me for what I believe she called, Seven Swans Aswimming. So, here are my 7 brief things.

7. I agree with Lisa the number seven is overrated.

6. 12, now there is a number.

5. Did you know that if you were to purchase all of the items from the 12 days of Christmas it would cost you over $86,000...

4. Knowing that means that someone actually took the time to calculate it...and I actually took the time to know it...why?

3. Back to seven...the seven swans "aswimming" ... fine but the six geese "a-laying..." that is where I have a problem as some of my golf course had to recently hire a man with a dog and a whistle because the geese are so numerous that they are now considered a health hazard.

2. Doesn't anyone eat Christmas goose like Tiny Tim anymore?

1. Speaking of Christmas -- the twelve days are now here -- let the countdown begin.

Saturday, December 6, 2008

Poem: Strong...True...Brave

Amazing purple mountains
Sun bleached sands of gold
Plains all gently swaying
Treasures now unfold.

Red for the blood lost freedom
Blue of the truest test
White thus pure and noble
Giving all our best.

March on the quest for glory
Glory and honor hold chaste
Sparing the lose of our children
Save for the lives that we waste.

On to not more battles
Call them what you might.
A gun, grenade or canon…
A fight is still a fight.

Name not another campaign
Declare our freedom saved
Live by the words they wrote us…
The strong, the true, the brave.

Monday, December 1, 2008

Poem: Like Not Needing Anyone

Like a day without the night
Like a moon that casts no light
Like a angel without wings
Like a bird that can not sing.

Like a life without a friend
Like a nightmare with no end
Like a world without the sun
Like not needing anyone.

Like a phoenix rising high
Like never asking why
Like a bandit and his gun
Like not needing anyone

Like his lies that need the dark
Like a sparkler with not spark
Like a war where no one dies
We need no more cold lies.

Friday, November 28, 2008

Poem: Let Them Go

Let them go to war
Those who call for more money
To feed their addiction
Let they who dream
Of victory won
Let them
Be first to take up arms.

Monday, November 24, 2008

Poem: Inhumanosity

The barbarosity of inhumanosity
Wait is that really a word?
Just like cold-hearted cruelty
The looking glass turned absurd.

Where lies benevolent compassion
When savagery rears its head
What of virtuous humanity
Why must the fire be fed?

On Satan’s wings and a southern drawl
On the fiery scepters sway
Come hence the maniacal monster
And rabbit go away.

The winding road and ticking clocks
The hearts with dancing spears
Fill in the hole – quick shovel strong
And quash a nation’s fears.

Thursday, November 20, 2008

Poem: Physics

Point, line, plane, cube
A dimension on the tip of a pin
Quantum, Einstein, relativity
Gravity weak and thin.

Speculation not perfection
A particle model flip
Dimension defined by science
Heaven now in our grip.

Monday, November 17, 2008

Poem: Perhaps it is Just Missing

I don’t believe that yesterday
Was any better
Than today

I don’t believe my mother
Or my father
When they say

That days gone by were brighter
That the future’s dried and gone
That hope is all forgotten
That somewhere
Someone
Went wrong.

I don’t believe that hope
Is a misty dream gone by
I don’t believe
Tomorrow
Is a stream
That’s all but dry

I don’t believe
That all hope in the world
Is gone

Perhaps it’s just missing

Friday, November 14, 2008

Poem: Under the Bridge

Under the bridge
Isolated
Under the bridge
A newspaper and a tin can cup
Under the bridge
Medication in a brown paper bag
Under the bridge
Forgotten
Under the bridge
Cars fly by
On top of the bridge
Never stopping to look
Under the bridge.

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Poem: Times

Promise Stay

Aragon dreams
Knights in the wind
Begotten now
Reprise the sin

Self proclaimed land
A kingdom anew
Back to the world
Final debut

Fiefdom rings out
Long, strong and near
Vacated hope
Nay pioneer

Silent the words
Promises stay
Evil be gone
Please go away.

Bread Basket

Gold capped mountains
Set with the sun
As day is devoured
By night’s darkness

The same sun
Casts shadows of dawn
On the endless
Desert horizon

Noontime’s blaze
Triggers hunger’s pangs
In houses of
Wood and cloth and stone

Only under this sun
Or encapsulated
In this blackness
Few will feed
On enough.

I Don't

I don’t put sugar on my oatmeal to bridge the gap
I don’t butter my buns to stop the disparity
I don’t watch cable on Fridays so we are equal
I don’t buy Kona when Columbian’s on sale

And sometimes
When it’s really cold
I don’t put on my coat before I go outside
To make us equal you know

I don’t talk on my cell phone when I step over you
I don’t sip on my soda to bring parity
I don’t use my electric blanket so we feel the same
I don’t listen too loudly to the noise that I make

And sometimes
When I bother to look
I don’t think that we’re not alike
But then sometimesI don’t.

Sunday, November 9, 2008

Suppression

Outshine the mighty porcupine
That lives by the river below
Decline the lax supine opine
That set the valley aglow

Stickly…
Prickly…
Dangerous
Settle down and think.

Ickity
Rickety
Scrupulous?
A nod, a flip, a wink.

Outshine the mighty porcupine
That rules with fists of ore
Confine the blackened carbine shrine
Close tight and lock the door.

Wash the Rain

Wash the rain
before the sun
falls prey
to the clouds
that threaten
encumbrance
of a city.

Scrub the hail
that falls to earth
before the sky
opens up
devouring
a matterless town.

Nothing That We Know

Rooftop hop
Eagle’s drop
Wings on high
Soldier’s cry
Coming home
Nar to roam again.

Children gone
Forgotten song
Legal barely
Trodden warily
Yet to vote
For those to send
Again

Tweedle Dee
And Tweedle Dum
Were left to run the world
Said Tweedle Dee to Tweedle Dum
Should we our plan unfurl?

Said Tweedle Dee to Tweedle Dum
Our hand how can we show
When we, my Tweedle Deedle Dee
Know nothing that we know.

defcon four

What is the equivalent
To defcon four
When the enemy rides horses
And fights with fire
And the long cold blade of the machete?

What happens
If neither the fire
Nor the blade can
Disturb our sleep
Without the reality of piercing our skin?

Wait…
What happens is…
We’ll go to the box store
And purchase a toy or two
From the country whose funds
Help sponsor the “conflict”
And cast away thoughts unpretty
On the backs of those
Whose skin can be pierced
In the reality of their own defcon four.

Saturday, November 8, 2008

Homeless in America

She came with a backpack that used to be pink
And ribbons in her hair and a fresh smile to
Match her clean but stubbornly stained dress.
She was eager, friendly and foreign
She held her grandmother’s hand tightly
Until it was time to let go and be with the rest.
She was different in all the ways that mattered
And the same in all the ways that mattered
And neither of those things would ever be noticed
If they weren’t pointed out
By well meaning adults
Who don’t mean so well at all.

Poetry Lessons for Teachers

Poetry is a great way to engage students of all ages in both reading and writing. Below are links for excellent poetry lessons for all ages:

Remember

Remember

Do you fear the bumps deep in the night
When you sleep in my neighborhood?
Is the glow from the moon all but dimmed
From the window in my room where you stood?

Do you, on your pedestal, mighty and tall
Look down upon me and the rest
Who sheltered from the cold night air
And offered your first sweet caress?

Do you forget from whence you came
From whom your loins were born
Falter not and don’t look back
But what when comes the storm?

Remember when your back is turned
And your eyes will not meet mine
Remember that I remember much more
And won’t be burned a second time.
Tranquility?

Pacify not the conflict
Contention and discord be gone
Dissidence and strife breed warfare
Broken backs, bended knees, sorrow’s song.

Blot upheaval, turmoil, unrest
Nay for accord and serenity now
Find peace and blissful concord
Look beyond politics to show us how.

Tranquility not for freedom
Battle cries to flicker and fade
Scream not from silent proving ground
Sans victory our time allayed.