confussion and frustration
made the task a chore
it favored longety which
at first evaluation
of the work had been ignored
in referance to the group
we were straong and committed
but in labor
we were divided
and uncommitted.
I felt cheap and used
like a man who wished
more attention from his
lover.
I must sort the collected
bunch
to then label and
make inventory
according to fiber strenght
and stone value
monodisperse silca
and kenaf ramie
Corundum Degelman i
curses these stones
a plie high to the ceiling.
Gneiss Schulte I curse
these men that labor
me in such reeling
Titanium Zirconium
that I must crush the valueless stones
and sort those of vsalue
must i chore
that they are evasive and lazy
that I must labor alone
Categories:
schulte, business, creation, science, visionary,
Form: Blank verse
[In Loving Memory of Pam and Roger Schulte]
Love can be found in the heavens up high,
Look up to visit them, and be their guest-
As these two rings reunite in the sky.
Even if not seen by the human eye,
These two lovers meet in an angel's nest-
Love can be found in the heavens up high.
The fingers of these two angels now tie,
Having prevailed through every mortal test-
As these two rings reunite in the sky.
Their love still remains true; and they both sigh
As their hearts now beat in a single chest-
Love can be found in the heavens up high.
To ringing bells, now hand in hand they fly;
In wedding clothes, they are forever dressed-
As these two rings reunite in the sky.
With this precious thought, let our eyes now dry;
For to have known them, we've truly been blessed.
Love can be found in the heavens up high,
As these two rings reunite in the sky.
© 2017
Categories:
schulte, heaven, inspiration, inspirational, love,
Form: Villanelle
Smitty isn't Schulte.
He doesn't drive a Cadillac
and doesn't hit his wife
often any more.
Schulte, on the other hand,
drives a Cadillac
and hits his wife
usually on weekends
for no good reason.
He's been doing that for
more than 40 years
ever since the boys
came home from Viet Nam
not knowing they had been
touched by Agent Orange,
Monsanto's gift to war.
They had a double wedding with
girls they liked in high school.
Smitty says therapy
has helped a little.
He hasn't struck his
second wife in years.
But Schulte hasn't changed.
The police have come again
tonight, sirens blaring,
gumball lights swirling.
Two big officers,
matched like bookends,
march Schulte out in cuffs.
He's cursing at his wife
who's in a nightgown
bawling on the porch
as if Schulte's going
back to Nam again.
Smitty swears Schulte
never left the paddies, that
he's still knee-deep in water
bright with Agent Orange,
Monsanto's gift to war.
Donal Mahoney
Categories:
schulte, war,
Form: Blank verse