Short Fdr Poems
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Today’s blessing comes from the 32nd president of the United States
most of us remember him as FDR:
Rules and laws are not necessarily sacred…he said
but principles always are.
FDR said, "A radical is a man with both
feet planted firmly in the air."
How inspirational.
How impossible!
A radical is original,
Revolutionary!
Just as long as it's not a
Superficial
Conservative!
During the not-so-Great Depression
FDR practiced self-suppression
'chatting with us' just once a week
During the current pandemic
Press conferences are epidemic
Pols grabbing every microphone to speak
Woodrow Wilson said,"A
conservative is a man who just sits
and thinks, mostly sits."
Well, if he mostly sits,
I call that laziness.
If his feet were planted firmly in the
air, like FDR says,
At least he's not a radical.
Have Hoped Each Hour
have hoped each hour
God brings another shower
with all His power
many will have cared
fear times fear equals fear squared
so this message shared
FDR
came out of hiding
his time he has been bidding
always confiding
Joe Biden
had been first to die
good soldiers in short supply
as all time passed by
These are the firsts
that seem so sad
Jim Horn
City lights
City lights
From my window I
can see them
Hear the cars rushing by on the FDR drive
The city is shrouded in darkness
Millions of stories in
this metropolis
Some pleasant, some horrific
My mind drifts off to
other shores
where flowers blossom
and fish swim
in a crystal - clear pool
Water - like a mirror
catches my reflection
If you open your soul to the
infinite
You will be rewarded
I peeked in the room where FDR
And Churchill made a deal –
The chairs and table where they sat
Made history so real.
I stood in the room where JFK
And Eleanor did meet.
Discussions there allowed him
To successfully compete.
Lin-Manual Miranda,
In his most successful play,
Described what I experienced
In Hyde Park yesterday.
It’s special being in the room
Where history occurred
But as to what went down there,
We have only someone’s word.
The playground hadn’t opened;
The sun had yet to rise
And many might think walking
In the dark would not be wise.
A mist hung by the river,
A tugboat pulled a barge;
The cars inched down the F.D.R.,
Their headlights looming large.
The puddles, partly hidden,
Glinted dully in the gloom,
Soon to saturate some sneakers
Not expecting them to loom.
It was magic to be walking;
The few others I did see
Were the regulars who love
Their early exercise, like me.
Take shelter this might be a big one
Paper walls won't hold it back
I don't think this will be it
But 'aint too sure about that
Been thinkin' about President Lincoln
Nowadays he seems Heaven-sent
Wasn't always like that
He mostly made it up as he went
There sure 'aint no Abe Lincoln
Or even FDR near about
Just a paper tiger
With a Twitter account
We can be bystanders
As the darkness falls
And keep our distance
Behind paper walls
March 21, 2020