Teach The Children
Oh treasure now the
days of youth,
the days when
lies are not yet bleached.
When minds are
clean as falling snow,
and Man’s dogmas are
not yet preached.
This is the time
for merriment,
and time to hone
all skills.
Time for
observation
of mountains and
molehills.
A time to make
them travelers
who walk the
proper path.
A time to learn
the usefulness
of sciences and
math.
Yes, youth is the
most precious time
that parents need
to teach
all of the skills
to aid the climb
St. Patrick’s Day
No need to sail to Erin
to meet the people
there.
St Patrick’s Day we’re
sharin’
same smiles they always
wear.
For we are honored Irish
this one day of the
year,
and we must toast to all
our wish
with liters of green
beer.
So let us rise together
and lift and quaff our
cups.
Though God knows soon
hereafter
there’s headaches and
hiccups.
From The Saga Of Jim, The Saga Begins, {Continued}
“The answer lies within your heart.
Brave knight or whore…you choose the part.
You are fear’s master or his slave.
You take that answer to the grave.”
He taught to box is but one key
that will, from fear, your mind set free.
Judo, boxing, karate are all good tools you can array.
And when this sage was through with him
there was a very altered Jim.
Bubbas came…they always do
but Jim ensured they got their due.
From The Saga Of Jim, The Saga Begins.
Jim met a crippled guru sage
who said, “If you would reach old age,
give them blows that will make them sore
and never again they’ll dark your door.”
“But first, he said, your muscles train.
Your greatest strength you must attain.
and though it’s hard to exercise
to get in shape is very wise.”
My Indiana Schooling
St. Joan of Arc, St. Andrews, too,
were schools where I was taught and grew.
Catholic priests and nuns were strict...
my daily drub I could predict.
My humor, though much liked by most,
just damned me to their whipping post.
For though I knew most answers well,
I’d often quip and face their hell.
{From the Saga of Jim}
The Future
I’ve been raised to love my country
and voted since I was 18.
I fought in Korea in the Navy
to end a war and on Russia lean.
Now there comes a past president
who wants to be our king,
He wants to be like Putin
and take control of everything.
I will not vote for him...
the man knows not but lies.
Trump and his MAGA GOP
are evil in disguise.
A Musing
I’ve lived o’er thirty
thousand days
...with fervent goal to
solve Life’s maze.
Why good men
grieve...and curs oft not?
Why bequeathed wealth
demands our praise?
Why knowledge gained but
questions more?
Why data found confound
a score?
Why, oft I pondered life
beyond...
and still can’t answer
“What’s in store?”
And why, I should be
cast to Hell
for shirking what the
preachers sell,
when our God knows
all hearts and tongues
...and there resides
soul‘s citadel?
Do answers lie in
Death’s domain
and rational thought is
but inane,
or does God prompt I
question all
to reach all heights I
can attain?
