Winter of ’63

I remember it well- ’63. Winter vacation was there just for me. Excitements abound, We’re holiday bound. Nothing could ruin my time off, you see. It was holiday, ’63. Seven years old when this happened to me. All my cartoon shows Were interrupted, then slow The riderless horse and caisson I’d see. Who can forget […]

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Where Are the Tracks?

Common theme of years gone by, if trouble came right back. It must be you’re on the wrong side, the wrong side of the tracks. In present world, no tracks exist. Trouble’s on every side. There’s no suburb or rural place to flee so you can hide. In inner city, January eve, a house burns, […]

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Eighteen Hours I Couldn’t Undo

Death has a way of waking you out of a slumber. It jolts you out of a nestled feeling, of that cozy place where your head is formed to the pillow beneath. You go to sleep with a safe, comfortable warmth, thinking all is well, but when you awake you realize the nightmare just began, […]

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Homemade Death

Homemade potions, healings make; these can bring forth some good. And homemade objects can be fun. We use them, yes we should. A homemade bomb that blasts through this, our nation and our hearts, Could not conceive what lay ahead: debris of lives, in parts. Invasion on a massive scale, descends into the crib. The […]

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The Blood Cried Out

Abel’s blood cried out in anguish, from the wounds of his own death. That message reached to heaven, of its height and length and breadth. This blood did shriek in terror and descended on the ground. On the soil God used to make man a new urgency was found. Two millennia and some years later, […]

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Jacob’s Well

(October, 1989 was the time that Jacob Wetterling was taken from his St. Joseph, Minnesota home. This poem is for his family.) Five long years have come and gone since hope was snatched away. It is a crime living in time. The sad, sad song remains. This Jacob’s hope, not just for him, but also […]

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Drowned Future

Imagine here, in this old world We like to think “Progress”. And yet in many ways we are Going back – I now digress. To think that in this mobile time We’re made to know the score. That hurting others, hurts oneself. It tears in two – we’re torn. The two just torn in shreds […]

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Bombs Bursting in Air

July fourth we celebrate the joy of nation’s birth, Rockets, explosions we full love, revel heritage worth. One day, a frigid January morn, I felt explosion’s might, A house blew up not far away. I went and saw its fright. Coincidentally, this same time explosions ripped the air, With space explorers, a teacher, too, went […]

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Words to Die For

Vows were taken to love and cherish. A life was taken – a promise perished. His words, once soft, now fire’s ember. We can’t forget – this deed remember. “Killing me softly with his words”, A lullaby no more. The act complete, took hardened edge. Vows splattered on the floor. Those words in vow, judicial […]

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The Road

(A tribute to love between a father and son – in respectful memory of Ennis William Cosby) On the road your life had traveled, a shadow draped about your feet. Told you someone closely followed; made your focus more complete. In the shade of love’s protection, grew the shadow unto his own, And in time […]

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