Brawling backrooms
swirling in smoke
Bloody negotiations
served up smart folks
Like Ike, JFK and
Harry S. Truman
No Hillaries or Bidens
~ or other clueless humans
Pallor of a country worn
The woodshed all forsaken
With God our freedoms were assured
By governments we're taken
"Once a government is committed to the principle of silencing the voice of opposition, it has only one way to go, and that is down the path of increasingly repressive measures, until it becomes a source of terror to all its citizens and creates a country where everyone lives in fear."
President Harry S Truman
HARRY S TRUMAN HAIKU
IT AIN'T OVER TIL THE FAT MAN SINGS
On an August day
Little Boy came out to play
blew a town away.
One more August day
Fat Man dropped in for a date
changed the hands of fate.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
When my pen hits the paper
I grow anxious and eager to write another caper
Steadily and gracefully then I lift my pen
I ponder with my thoughts on subject matter and where to begin
I hunger for one last metaphorical rhyme
As my thoughts race to my fingers, words form into sentences line after line
As a child of destiny I accept my fate
I have a lifetime of transgressions that awaits
So many words are buried deep in my sympathetic soul
The metaphoric rhyming words and phrases start to flow
Right away I start to contemplate and calculate
My words have to inspire and its meaning has to have weight
I will never stop from exerting my efforts, this is a must
God only knows how to guide us
We all know that evolution is inevitable
Also that nothing is contingent and coincidental
Our faults are no secret, despite our mistakes His love will never abate
To be honest our destiny is ours and we control our own fate
Actions are the seed of fate deeds grow into destiny.
Harry S Truman
A man's character is his fate.
Heraclitus
I'm not somebody that thinks about destiny and fate, but I don't walk away from it when something unfolds.
Angelina Jolie
HARRY S TRUMAN HAIKU
(IT AIN'T OVER TIL THE FAT MAN SINGS)
On an August day
Little Boy came out to play
blew a town away.
One more August day
Fat Man dropped in for a date
changed the hands of fate.
ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
Aboard Harry S Truman, CVN 75
Monumental battle ship,
Within her hull, she seemed alive
Floating city, hauling a deadly airstrip
Creating peace, in the middle East, with the fatal Tomcat
Crew headed for a six month defensive trip
American flag flown, in every sea, ready for combat
Internal soul is her combined crew
Carrying out orders, no rest-weary, ready for attack
Prowlers, Hornets, Tom's we flew
Dark sky, blazes on land
that was when we knew, rumors were true
God on our side, holding our hand
Mission carried out, haven't lost a man.
A. Green
First try at Terza Rima
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