Friday, November 28, 2025

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.

Black Friday Poem

 Doing What You are Supposed to

Some will praise the ones who fight

And make a show of what is right

And wave a flag and stand alone

Or shout with songs or angry tone.

But not as recognized each day

Are those who choose to do and say

The normal good things tasked to each

And all obey what churches teach.

It may be cool to make a wave

But those at school or work can save.

Just showing up to do the thing

That only simple joy will bring,

Can add up over years of time

and clean the world of all its grime. 

Thursday, November 27, 2025

new poem Thanksgiving 2025

 Extra Ordinary

Deeds of honor, deeds of might,

Taking bullets, losing sight.

Strong dramatic bursts of flight,

Revolutions, heroes fight.

"All is hinging on this day,"

Some will look back then and say,

“Nothing mattered but the way

That people chose to die or slay.”

And yet I think there could be time

Where goodness lives in word and rhyme

And humble church bells sing and chime

To measure humans’ slower climb.

And people toil with common trade

With daily strength that does not fade

And 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.

Monday, November 10, 2025

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.