Sunshine warms the grasses
too long hidden by the snow
a new growth begins to rise
and with it lift my hopes
a small yellow glow is seen
peeking above the brown
as the first flower of spring
the prolific dandelion
do not despise this weed
for it is a gift to us, you see
as the flower petals gathered
creating a refreshing wine
I made a pledge to myself to write a poem a day for the entire year. Now to follow through. I preface this with a reminder; most of the poems written for this year long project will be done so spontaneously and therefore will not be edited. Bear with me on this. The project goal is to get them written over getting them perfect. Several times there will simply be the poem with no title. When that happens suggestions for a title will be welcomed in the comments.
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Friday, March 18, 2011
The Seventy Seventh, Mar. 18, 2011
My poor friend smiles happily
a large grin from ear to ear
as he describes his family
and the love that fills them
He laments not having wealth
to spend lavishly on them
to buy the gifts he wishes
hoping to make life better
he sees the wealthy man
as the definition of success
having all he can want
and thinks there is happiness
My rich friend smiles drunkenly
slurring through another drink
describing his latest conquest
more personal wealth acquired
then tears fall from his eyes
as he laments his family lost
traded away for his career
not having those special times
he sees the poor man
as a lesser man then he
deeming him a failure
based on material gains
I see two very different men
focused on their own needs
one living for his family
the other for his wealth
One claims to be a success
the other seems to agree
I see things differently
as the roles are reversed
the poor man has found it
that great true value of life
the rich man cannot buy it
alone at the end of it all
find the source of real happiness
and the treasure will be yours
one thing that stays with you
the one true sign of success
a large grin from ear to ear
as he describes his family
and the love that fills them
He laments not having wealth
to spend lavishly on them
to buy the gifts he wishes
hoping to make life better
he sees the wealthy man
as the definition of success
having all he can want
and thinks there is happiness
My rich friend smiles drunkenly
slurring through another drink
describing his latest conquest
more personal wealth acquired
then tears fall from his eyes
as he laments his family lost
traded away for his career
not having those special times
he sees the poor man
as a lesser man then he
deeming him a failure
based on material gains
I see two very different men
focused on their own needs
one living for his family
the other for his wealth
One claims to be a success
the other seems to agree
I see things differently
as the roles are reversed
the poor man has found it
that great true value of life
the rich man cannot buy it
alone at the end of it all
find the source of real happiness
and the treasure will be yours
one thing that stays with you
the one true sign of success
Thursday, March 17, 2011
The Seventy Sixth, Mar. 17, 2011
And so it was on that day
I took into my home a boy
lost he was, taken from his
sold into a life far removed
to him I gave food and drink
shelter and a job fill his days
gifted him with our language
showed to him our custom
His thanks I expected not
'twas not for gratitude done
was not with kindness given
nor was he despised by me
he fled one night from me
seeking his own people
returning once more home
and so the story should end
but not so for this one lad
and his return heralded evil
as he sought to destroy us
taking away our culture
he had never been denied
and often practiced his faith
praying morning and night
steadfast alone he stood
he returned to us once more
repaying us as he believed
in the name of his church
under the name of their god
you no longer see us today
though him you venerate
calling him a saint for his acts
driving out an ancient culture
celebrate the birthday well
of the man who drove us out
we are the snakes you despise
we were the Druids of the Celts
I took into my home a boy
lost he was, taken from his
sold into a life far removed
to him I gave food and drink
shelter and a job fill his days
gifted him with our language
showed to him our custom
His thanks I expected not
'twas not for gratitude done
was not with kindness given
nor was he despised by me
he fled one night from me
seeking his own people
returning once more home
and so the story should end
but not so for this one lad
and his return heralded evil
as he sought to destroy us
taking away our culture
he had never been denied
and often practiced his faith
praying morning and night
steadfast alone he stood
he returned to us once more
repaying us as he believed
in the name of his church
under the name of their god
you no longer see us today
though him you venerate
calling him a saint for his acts
driving out an ancient culture
celebrate the birthday well
of the man who drove us out
we are the snakes you despise
we were the Druids of the Celts
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
The Seventy Fifth, Mar. 16, 2011
panic rises fast within
as a bright light blinds
heat radiates from it
what new hell it this?
now light gets brighter
the heat grows stronger
eyes watering freely
blinded and frightened
how long can this last
as torture pushes limits
madness coming soon
as sanity melts away
wait, the light dims!
eyes can actually see!
warmth soothes not burns
It is only long lost sunshine!
as a bright light blinds
heat radiates from it
what new hell it this?
now light gets brighter
the heat grows stronger
eyes watering freely
blinded and frightened
how long can this last
as torture pushes limits
madness coming soon
as sanity melts away
wait, the light dims!
eyes can actually see!
warmth soothes not burns
It is only long lost sunshine!
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
The Seventy Fourth, Mar. 15, 2011
Japanese nuclear reactor melt down
North African government melt down
US state budget debate melt down
welcome to the new global warming
North African government melt down
US state budget debate melt down
welcome to the new global warming
Monday, March 14, 2011
The Seventy Third, Mar. 14, 2011
What good the system
which offers a chance
to blame the victim
rather than protect them?
children used as excuses
to justify the base animal
declaring them the cause
for adults' inhuman acts
are we so truly pathetic
that we blame another
for our own deprivations
to avoid responsibility?
How sad a statement
of where we have gone
of what we have become
if this is our evolution....
Let me be a chimpanzee .
which offers a chance
to blame the victim
rather than protect them?
children used as excuses
to justify the base animal
declaring them the cause
for adults' inhuman acts
are we so truly pathetic
that we blame another
for our own deprivations
to avoid responsibility?
How sad a statement
of where we have gone
of what we have become
if this is our evolution....
Let me be a chimpanzee .
Sunday, March 13, 2011
The Seventy Second, Mar. 13, 2011
A Poem From Max
I woke up this morning
with a deep concern
for the world around me
ooooo a car next door!!!!
The situation with weather
has altered a great deal
from the norm I recall
Was that a dog over there?????
Events in the Near East
have been continuing
as they come to a boil
I smell BACON!!!!!!!!
The economy is easy
I will explain how to fix
the swelling deficits
SQUIRREL!!!!!!!!
I woke up this morning
with a deep concern
for the world around me
ooooo a car next door!!!!
The situation with weather
has altered a great deal
from the norm I recall
Was that a dog over there?????
Events in the Near East
have been continuing
as they come to a boil
I smell BACON!!!!!!!!
The economy is easy
I will explain how to fix
the swelling deficits
SQUIRREL!!!!!!!!
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