They laid her out
A final rest on a cold slab
A man in a whit coat
A curtain pulled
One last look
Ashen, frigid, stiff
A lifeless vessel
Expertly averted eyes
A nod and it’s done
One more for the road
Friday, January 23, 2009
Monday, January 19, 2009
Friday, January 16, 2009
Poem: There is a Time
There is a time for looking outward
A time for looking in
There is a time for growing older
And a time for living sin.
There is a time for stands united
A time to admit the fall
There is a time for glancing backward
And a time to accept the call.
Please bend for America
Live up to her name.
Fix your broken promises
Except your rightful blame.
There is a time for being silent
A time for righteous voice
There is a time for peaceful protest
And a time to make a choice.
There is a time for doing nothing
A time to make amends
There is a time for standing rigid
And a time the branch must bend.
Please bend for America
Live up to her name.
Fix your broken promises
Except your rightful blame.
A time for looking in
There is a time for growing older
And a time for living sin.
There is a time for stands united
A time to admit the fall
There is a time for glancing backward
And a time to accept the call.
Please bend for America
Live up to her name.
Fix your broken promises
Except your rightful blame.
There is a time for being silent
A time for righteous voice
There is a time for peaceful protest
And a time to make a choice.
There is a time for doing nothing
A time to make amends
There is a time for standing rigid
And a time the branch must bend.
Please bend for America
Live up to her name.
Fix your broken promises
Except your rightful blame.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Poem: The End of the Small Town
Build on the backs of our fathers
Small towns from sea to sea
A symbol of hard work and freedom
Things our children may never see.
Small towns erased from our memories
Crowded streets and congestion all
My kingdom for the country
Not another mall.
Small towns from sea to sea
A symbol of hard work and freedom
Things our children may never see.
Small towns erased from our memories
Crowded streets and congestion all
My kingdom for the country
Not another mall.
Labels:
chapin-pinotti,
freedom,
poems,
poetry,
small towns
Poem: The New Game
The world sits courtside
Fixed for news
Of their favorite team
High def visions
From across the world
Winner take all.
Fixed for news
Of their favorite team
High def visions
From across the world
Winner take all.
Labels:
chapin-pinotti,
peace,
poems,
poetry,
war
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Poem: Old Glory
Glorious in daunted blues
Victorious in red
Tattered edges
Blowing free
Living past the dead.
Draped for freedom
Covering truth
A doubled meaning lies
Glorious in daunted blues
Victorious in red
Tattered edges
Blowing free
Living past the dead.
Victorious in red
Tattered edges
Blowing free
Living past the dead.
Draped for freedom
Covering truth
A doubled meaning lies
Glorious in daunted blues
Victorious in red
Tattered edges
Blowing free
Living past the dead.
Labels:
America,
chapin-pinotti,
flag,
patriotism,
peace,
poetry,
pride
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