The Poet-Ocktoberfests

Oktoberfests

The hops that fuel the dance and beer

can fill your world with love and cheer.

And that will last and vivify

till kegs run dry or legs run ‘wry.

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The Poet-The Red, The Blue...The Budget

The Red, the Blue...the Budget

Just pause! Agree to disagree,

then let no biased thoughts fly free.

Your white, their black, should augur gray...

so, wend to blend toward harmony.

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The Poet-Punctuation Day

Punctuation Day 

(9/24/13)

That day was precious to the few

who write in prose or verse.

It’s those who tweet that think it’s neat

to bend the rules to make words terse.

To break their code, I bought an app...

their texter’s dictionary.

I still can’t read some hieroglyphs...

why are they so contrary?

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The Poet-Smart Phones

Smart Phones

Dick Tracy had a wrist watch

with TV telephone.

I thought that it was fantasy,

and one no one would ever own.

But, now I have a smart phone,

through new technology,

and it contains a hundred apps...

though I use maybe three.

Each month, it seems, new phones do more,

and others fly to buy...

but, to me, a telephone

is used to just say, “Hi!”

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The Poet-Letters to the Editor

Letters to the Editor

Each day I read the paper

to learn what some divine

as problems they think worthy

that I should know what they opine.

I find this is important.

It tells me what’s amiss.

It tells me what my peers now think

deserve a hiss or kiss.

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The Poet-The Costa Concordia

The Costa Concordia
The Concordia now floats on fame...

though engineers have earned it.

Will medias give them just acclaim,

or torture all with more obit?

This saga lasted o’er two years

‘tis time we dried foul yestertears.

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The Poet-Worth Repeating

Again a Cliff!

My God!  We face another cliff...

and we will face it days away.

The cast of players and their rift

again will force all logic stray.

Seems the parties Red and Blue

have polarized all votes...

let all turn gray and have their say

to keep the Ship of State afloat.

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The Poet-Voyager Screamed

Voyager Screamed

Our spacecraft screamed, but don’t be sad...

I think that you would too,

if you had searched a billion miles

and still can’t find a loo.

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The Poet.-Farewell Voyager (Redux))

Fare Thee Well, Voyager! {redux}

Once again, I say “God speed”...

‘cause scientists have felt the need

to question where the hell you are...

for we just know you’ve traipsed afar.

If someone in the great unknown

finds our craft, {location blown},

let someone know by telecon

just where the hell is “Great Beyond.”

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The Poet-Patriot's Day

Patriot’s Day

Patriots Day is far from new.

The brave respond when troubles brew.

They fought for independence,

and they’re still there when times are tense.

So let us rise to honor them...

embrace, support and call them friend

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The Poet-Rodman and Kim

Rodman and Kim

Rodman and Kim are pals they say...

they both dig basketball.

But Kim’s games maim and bode doomsday...

old pros don’t heed the Rodman call.

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The Poet-It's a LADEE

It’s a LADEE

(Lunar Atmosphere and Dust Environment Explorer)

NASA, it seems, is getting clever...

sent a robot to the moon.

Men on the moon they opt to sever...

no golf, no flags less landscape ruin.

But don’t they know their robot critter

will leave damn near a ton of litter?

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The Poet-Syria...again

Syria

(Our Choice.)

Where does our Constitution say

that we reserve the right

to enter into conflicts

that bombs balm other’s plight?

                              

The winner may be happy...

the loser stirred  with hate.

And, it is only over time

our act deemed foul, or great. 

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The Poet-The Syria Serial

The Syria Serial

Who punishes must salve their pain,

a bomb for balm is but in vain.

The right moves for humanity...

abet to set their fetters free. 

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The Poet-Lines in the Sand (Syria)

Lines in the Sand

(Syria)

But fools draw lines upon the sand,

for bigger fools will cross.

Then both will glare and stomp and stare...

unmindful of potential cost.

Their egos now are in control,

and egos find it hard to bend.

The threats galore may end in war...

and that you rend may never mend.

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