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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