Poetic Reflections

The time is now, time to fight:
We are on the side of the right,
We go forward with all our might.
For we know we are with the good,
Evil alone is their only brood,
This is what must be understood.
Ignore their chattering spin,

Seeking to make you dizzy again.
Following them is mortal sin.
Dismiss all doubts of our plan,
Remember who they ran!
That devious gaulin man.
Now at last it is the time,
To stop future crime.
Vote to cast out the slime.
In a few more sordid hours,
Total victory shall be ours;
Set up the parade of flowers!

Confession: A Poem

On the path from darkness to the light,
The dirt and grime threatens to contaminate
What was once made clean and bright,
Leaving me away from Jesus, completely desolate.

In, I come, full of the weight of sin on my soul,
With my spiritual visage darkened by disgrace.
I stand ready to be set aflame like a block of coal,
Yet I am made pure by the living water’s embrace.

Once again I set forth on the road of salvation,
Hoping now I can retain cleans foot and hand
But if I stumble, grace is ready for cultivation,
So that I can make it to the promised land.

To Sleep: A Poem

It does not take a seer
To know the end is near.
You cannot prevent,
Your sluggish descent.

The time is at hand,
The hourglass drops its sand.
Clean up before it is too late,
For down will come your fate.
Driving: A Poem

In front, behind, and to the side,
Psychotics three make their stride.
Attention on their phones in hand,
My space, they all demand.

Quickly from yellow to red,
Turns the light right ahead.
Breaks hiss from the car ahead,
As the Dodge behind I dread.

The road has turned into a place of war,
The other drivers I have come to abhor.
Their violations, cops do not see,
As I find the laws apply only to me.
Facebook: A Poem

White, white is the screen
Skull white, the death of thought.
Fed by the electronic guillotine
Freedom is found in an expansion slot.
Heavy frame, light on the brain
The new dance macabre:
Ghoulish the dreadful campaign,
Gaslighting with mechanical candelabra.

American Celebration: A Poem

Eat well, eat to your hearts content,
Tomorrow you will face the torment.
Today is the day of pleasure,
Tomorrow will be no leisure.

Cast your sorrows and fears aside,
Today you must follow the tide.
Who cares what tomorrow will bring,
For the present is your plaything.

Football, basketball or hockey,
Time to celebrate your jockey.
Forget the world and its problems,
They are other people’s goblins.

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