We think
That kindness will be met with kindness;
That hard work will always pay off;
And
If things ought to be good, they will be
Category: Original Poems
Valor’s Echo
So much lost, so much forgone
From our towns and burroughs drawn
Men and women represent
Manor, house or tenement
For the heart, the home, the cause:
Stout defense of hard won laws
To the fallen, far apace
Off at some forsaken place
Oh now heart remember these
Valor’s echo, heard at ease
Not forgotten: how or why
Heroes made
Of gal
And guy
…
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Twenty-Five.”
(With heroes, the last letter considered… is “i”)
To share is human:
A Bash
The good news has come in, and now
It’s time to make a splash;
I’m gonna celebrate tonight
By having a big bash
So first, I’ll bash my enemies,
Competitors, what-not;
For having the temerity
Of what wanting what I’ve got
And then I’ll bash their hopes; I will
Make fun of what they think.
For nothing could be sweeter –
No known food and no known drink –
And lastly, I will rub it in.
I’ll just enjoy myself;
For good news that I get is likely
Bad for someone else
But to the victors go the spoils.
I have won, so there:
You can come to my bash or not,
I really do not care
For all of us will have our day:
The tepid, saints or sinners –
But one thing that we all can do
Is be
Ungraceful
Winners
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Celebrate Good Times
You receive some wonderful, improbable, hoped-for good news. How do you celebrate?
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To share is human:
Paean to Self-Righteousness
I don’t have everything I want,
And so, I’m truly needy;
I do not like to pay for things
But other folks are greedy
It’s up to those damned others
To address what I might lack;
My shoulders rather stretched from patting
Myself on the back
For here in my perfection
I judge culture as a whole;
I may not look much like a god:
But know it —
That’s
My role
To share is human:
Of Topmost Importance
They say I write of common things,
Eschew the controversial:
Like I am just some writing whore,
Who’s interests are commercial
But from hard questions I won’t flinch
With fire in my belly —
Like which should go the topside up:
The p.b. or the jelly?
(Note: the author of this blog disavows any responsibility if the reader of this post (a) is hungry now and (b) it is the middle of the night. – Owen)
To share is human:
The View From Pirates Tower
He tried to put it into words
Like part of an amazing dream
But found he couldn’t bring to life
The wondrous sight that he had seen
For magic’s made of moments that
Are only for the people there:
That’s why we must get out and live
Leave off our blogs
And breathe real air
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Photo credit: © Baldas1950 | Dreamstime.com – Lonely Tourist Looking Full Moon On The Sea Photo
To share is human:
Looking On
Her whole life looking on she spent,
Now it’s the time to take a chance:
To take her turn among the dance
And live her life with real intent
To share is human:
morning sun
she is to me a truly morning sun
a happening of waking and delight
the scent of her at dawn drives coffee wild
her eyes put stars to shame and then to flight
the constellations hide themselves by grade
so not to be compared to her
and fade
To share is human:
What Has Been
Much like what has been, I’m now deserted;
The forgotten past, the here-and-gone —
And what claims I might have once asserted
Find no soul to rest a claim upon
Like a voice that cries when winds are wailing,
I have not been heard, nor will I be:
It is nothing, just a human failing —
Chalk it all up to
Mortality
