Complicity is easy for the Right,
one single flag to which they all adhere –
“someone might steal my loot”. This primal fear
prompts pistols under pillows, sleepless nights
and riot cops. Who needs a Stagyrite?
But Lefties hold their differences dear.
Each Keeper of the Flame is more sincere
than Cash-Is-Trash-ists, Ogden Nash-ists, quite
apart from Crypto-Fascists, Widow’s Mite
Apologists, Red Guards, or those who steer
by Stalin’s light (Stakhanovites). It’s clear:
you’d never have a play without a wright,
and so each faction finds its Miller Lite:
Kropotkin, Castro, Kopp – who’s cool this year?
Life is like a pure glass goblet
Molded from the beginning
Etchings are added like memories
Each one carefully placed
Home is represented by a firm line
Showing the beginning of life
Followed by the ups an downs of growing up
Here the pattern begins
Love and marriage follows next
Children added to life's total
The hearts and tiny flowers
Are etched upon the glass
Old age quickly follows
The etcher with expertise
Entwines the flowing line
So that the picture is all as one
Life's pattern is etched for eternity
Unless carelessness causes
the glass to be shattered, gone for evermore.
Inspired by : Figure Fusion written by Robb Kopp
Penned 30 June 2013
fall leaves in a rake
In a scorching summer’s wake
delicate snowflake
Robb A. Kopp
© 2012
democracy’s seed
oblivious public freed…
for our flag they bleed
By Robb A. Kopp
© Nov.13.2012
prevent useless hurt
military skill assert….
under brush and loose dirt
Robb A. Kopp
© Nov.13.2012
for us all she stands
flag presented to trembling hands…
shallow graves in foreign lands
Robb A. Kopp
© Nov.13.2012
few will understand
a surgeon’s eye and skilled hand…
protect our homeland
Robb A. Kopp
© Nov.13.2012
no white clouds to hide…
shrapnel tearing through her side
Death’s payload inside
Robb A. Kopp
© Nov.13.2012
On fallen they tread…
Explosions yellow and red
Fighters overhead
Robb A. Kopp
© Nov.13.2012
constant ringing ears
invading colonnade nears…
homeless streaming tears
Robb A. Kopp
© Nov.13.2012
advanced knight pawn blocks
different tics on their clocks…
chessmen in a box
Robb A. Kopp
© Nov.13.2012
America’s Sons…
graves marked by helmets and guns
through bullets he runs
Robb A. Kopp
© Nov.13.2012
deadly bullets fly
selfless patriots aim high…
mourning loved ones cry
Robb A. Kopp
© Nov.13.2012
Abrahams’ “I AM”
Became the seed of Adam…
Crucified Lamb
By Robb A. Kopp
valiant token...
returning sons broken
orders were spoken
By Robb A. Kopp
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