I stand by my assertion Mars has next-to-zero AIR
That justifies my skeptical view AIRcraft can't fly there
But in my poem composing, I did leave myself an 'out'
I can't have people thinking I'm a foolish clueless lout!
We knew already JPL and NASA pull such tricks
as to convince Terrestrials they're Total Clever Dicks
Inventive and resourceful and most ingenious
They made an 'Ingenuity' whose flights were seen by us!
My admiration for their work is second to no one.
I learn from them, my mind expands, with elements of fun...
Our Solar System's large enough to hold much mystery
So can those T.C.D.s progress in solving them? Let's see!
Open plans' are the thing, they said.
Not for me, I said.
You old fuddy duddy,
You have had your day, they said.
I like a bit of privacy, I said.
And I can't think straight with all that noise, I said.
Get over it Pap, they said.
Head phones and texting will take care of the noise level
And your room is still set to your privacy level, they said
What about storage, I said.
Use your computer for that, they said.
What about my books, I said.
You can read on line, they said
But what if I get bored, I said.
Just go to the app store they said.
But open plan is no longer cool in New York, I said.
Really, they said as they rushed to their lap tops.
Now that's poetic justice I thought as I made myself a cup of real coffee
And flicked through the pages of a hard copy of poems by my favourite author,
Bought from a real store.
By my daughter with a real show of affection and understanding,
For this old Fuddy Duddy.
Venerated priest John Almond
our brother - reprover of sin,
a good example to follow
and to give testimony to Christ.
He often had to dispute
with heretical ministers,
who came away so confused
as not to know what to say.
He went through the crucible
of life and of unjust punishment.
He was indicted
for it was a treason
for a priest ordained
according to the Catholic rite
to live in England;
so he was martyred.
Love letters from L.A. so sweet
Every line makes my heart skip
A beat, I know someday we will
Be together because I believe
The heart can bridge any distance
No matter the miles that separate
Us today, no and not even the
High Sierra can stand between us
Although I really don't know what
You see in me, I’m just a simple
Country boy from Chattanooga
Tennessee but you say that not
Makes me love you, you have a
Heart unlike most people do and
We have so much in common and
That is what draws me ever so
Closer to you...
Maybe we were predestined since
The beginning of time, only God
Knows but you are the only one in
This heart of mine...
I know we will be together soon,
Very soon forever, just like a real life
Loving fairy tale, FATE VINDICATED
Like a wish come true made on an
Old wishing well, under cupid's spell
FATE VINDICATED, FATE VINDICATED
Just like a real life loving fairy tale!
Sticky hot weather like angry hands choking your breath way..
Fear its cold shivers of panic racing down your back , oh how do you get away?
Death is quick , death is quiet peaceful easy. Death is snow.
Heaven is for children
Hell is for sinners
I fall somewhere in between
where do i go?
just a ghost
just a though
smoke.
gone.
Winter in New York
the few stars we can see
in its urban sky
are about to appear
You've triumphed!
Seems that your
old
beliefs
were really the
ones you should have
known would remain
true
Birds winging overhead
don't have to worry
about being right or wrong
They just fly south when the
cold winds blow
But you are vindicated
and can smile discreetly
at the image in the mirror
laugh softly
at the absurdity of it all
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