Long Generalities Poems

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Gift Exchange

When giving gifts, it’s nice to try
To tailor every choice you buy
To that which each recipient
Would like and doesn’t cost a mint.

Some options jump out in a flash
While others cause your teeth to gnash
And as the holidays draw near
Anxiety may thus appear.

Decisions aren’t life or death,
So calm yourself and take a breath.
If no gift seems the perfect one,
Just anything beats giving none.

Resort to generalities
For often, they may even please – 
Some candy, flowers, books or wine
Will do the trick and you’ll be fine.

Remember – it’s the thought that counts
But how I wish I could renounce
The ritual of gifts exchanged
Which, yearly, makes me feel deranged.
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Hillary Elementary

Oh Hillary, dear Hillary what did I hear
Your emails were given without any care
The powers that be have relented this truth
To empower your foes with the absence of couth

Oh Hillary, dear Hillary what did you say
More "glittering generalities" one could absorb in a day
Just listening and knowing that the general facts
Have no fidelity or sincerity when down to brass tacks

Oh Hillary, dear Hillary your words should take heed
Perverting their meaning by twisting their deed
To make claims of human kindness with your heart fully filled
With the ice of deceit and a soul that is nil

Oh Hillary, dear Hillary you seem larger than life
But the facts of the matter are way more than rife
Your little mind, soul and heart is piteous at best
To think you can fool all of us is one naive, shortsighted and ill-advised test!

Oh Hillary, dear Hillary you're like a chick out of its nest
Your posture cannot cure, nor your clothes deceive the best
Of the denizens of state that require you to be strong
When deep down inside you indistinctly don't belong.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Wake Up Wise Ones



Sometimes, in weak generalities we talk.
We believe in TV, podcasts or social networking?
Far from making us genius political hawks.
Believing, seeking out a new, far more weak king?


Dementia dances across our blaring screens.
Nobody mentions the eight hundred Chicago dead?
Falls and forgetfulness do reign supreme.
While naught but propaganda dances in our heads.


The Nazis removed all civil rights!
Fascism is guite alive and well here today.
Best read up on how anyone could be shot on sight.
Lies infected most bright brains, alright!


Good, working people are considered bad?
If not dirt poor, you are considered a creep.
Better wake up, we have been more than had!
For my country, America, I weep!


                       

                    5/31/2022
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member The Vehicle and the Gift

I often don’t know what I’m talking about
And even then tend to speak in generalities
But somewhere inside the tangled thoughts
I’m pretty sure some truth lies.
I’ve heard it said all mothers at some point
Wish their children dead, although of course
Most keep this dark secret buried and well hid.
Fathers on the other hand sometimes 
Only want the kid, a gift, a jewel, a treasure
That far surpasses the vehicle it came in
So here we have it, Life reduced to mere transaction
A simple matter of cause and effect
Cost and reward often not considered
Until it’s far too late to then reject.

(11/18/25)
Form: Narrative

An Old Lady

In Church today at the dawn of morning light,
  she sat in front of me
  hunching over just a little to my right.
Pale, frail, mottled unfolded hands, 
   with hint of a slight tremor
   she fingered the hymnal rising unsteadily to stand.
I watched her as she struggled with the pages
  searching for the song the choir sang
  with desire to sing as she had in past ages.
Age had stolen much from her
   some memory, health and time
   spryness and agility now remain only a blur.
Her vision bore images of youth and boundless energy
   lost in the  memories of a life lived well
   that now waned from illness, age and generalities.
She was on the slide of time
   chasing it down around the hidden corners
   the twists and turns and unexpected blessings sublime.
In my ponderings I recognize the truths expressed
   with close friends, loved ones and family
   she was and is surrounded by what is always best.
At her side, they gently guided each and every step
   patient and directing her so not to let her fall
   filled with love and life, faith at its very depth.
What miraculous a goal with nothing to append
    all done satisfied and close in reach, 
    complete achieving all at the journeys end
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Form: Rhyme


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