The Poet--Oldest Galaxy

Oldest Galaxy

Thirteen point seven billion years,

by scientific gauge,

is how long that the universe

took to set this stage.

And, now they’ve found a galaxy

that damned near saw the Bang.

We don’t know where we’re headed

or if we’ll boomerang.

From micro to the macro

the scientist still search...

when they can find all answers

 if they’d just go to church.

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The Poet--To The NRA

To the NRA

Each day there are more people shot,

yet, you ask I join your cause.

You say support the Bill of Rights...

but your request has many flaws.

I back our Declaration

for life and liberty.

I do not think that fools with guns

will help keep our land free.

When I wrote about our cliff,

I said that all should compromise.

Your view of our Amendment II

has little I deem wise.

I trust you know I just said ”No.” 

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The Poet--HSBC

HSBC

Our Gov says they’re “too big to fail”...

that’s why the crooks can’t go to jail.

We sent a message loud and clear...

bank management has naught to fear.

Even when they’re laundering,

our fuzz will keep their record clean.

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The Poet--Fare Thee Well, Voyager!

Fare Thee Well, Voyager!

So long ago we prayed, “God speed,”

as you left the launching tower.

And you were quite fast, indeed,

o’er thirty-six thousand miles per hour.

We said, “Goodbye” and not, “adieu,”

for we knew you would not return.

We could not know from your milieu

the heavenly facts that we would learn.

You now confront our System’s rim...

and soon may know what lies beyond,

but, Gates of Hell...or Cherubim...

we yearn to learn what you respond.

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The Poet: December 7, 1941

December 7, 1941

Though young I still remember,

how on that fateful day,

the look of shock in mother’s eyes

said our world had turned gray.

Then came the deprivation...

rationing for our army’s needs.

The radio and the cinema

swelled our hearts with their brave deeds.

Resolve and toil helped win that war,

o’er seventy years our land stands free,

but those who bore that world war

know we must watch foes constantly. 

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Dear President

Dear President,

You said all must cooperate

to save us from the cliff,

but when I hear you on TV

on most things you stay stiff.

The Red is black and Blue is white...

that’s what I hear you say.

But, if you want to solve our plight,

best turn your thoughts toward gray.

                                      The Poet

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The Cliff

The Cliff

The Red and Blue seek CYA

but fail to seek a cure.

Let history decide who’s wrong

but now just help our land endure.

The cliff is our real threat...

not how we reached the precipice.

If the Congress has no answer,

it’s time we should you all dismiss.

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