fourth holiday poem

 War and Peace

A person said they don’t want war,

and nothing is worth fighting for

But then the soldier thought a while

And said to them without a smile,

About this peace that’s neverending:

That’s the thing that we’re defending.

third attempt at new poem

 The Power of Service

A shouting fight is fierce and brave

And in the meantime might help save,

But those who calmly labor more,

Together cause a louder roar.

new poem Thanksgiving 2025

 Extra Ordinary

Deeds of honor, deeds of might,

Taking bullets, losing sight.

Strong dramatic bursts of flight,

Revolutions, hero's fight.

Some, though, toil with common trade

and daily strength that does not fade,

while children laugh as games are played

And life is all for someone’s aid.

You think that drama solves the bore

And danger makes the virtue soar.

But in between each noble war,

the peaceful people do much more.

Corrupting Evil

Perhaps the goal is making all the rotten people rot

In hell, of course, as punishment for all the things they’re not

But possibly another way to help the goodness win

Is using something else which could erode the stubborn sin.

To make the hate get rusty, frayed, or chipped or charred or marred,

To smuggle in some kindness that would melt a heart that’s hard.

Betraying the betrayal with a loyalty to love,

Could spread a new disease of ease from heaven up above

A traitor with the thieves who has a perfect life to give,

Would surely burn the system with eternal life to live.