Declaring a National Emergency
Congress just won’t act to protect us, so I must
Declare a National Emergency
So we can keep evil from our borders
We need the funding for the wall and YCE
That is Yogurt Customs Enforcement
Yes, we need YCE
We need to protect ourselves from the Greeks
They are coming in hordes with their Yogurt
It’s a conspiracy, they are going to kill our digestive systems
With their sour, hidden active bacteria
They are going to take over our culture
Then our economy will be threatened by Chobani
It’s also a humanitarian crisis
Women are becoming yogurt slaves
Children are being exposed at ever younger ages
We need the wall
We need YCE
We need to keep the terrorist Greek’s out
And make America Great Again!
Tag Archives: Poetry
The Kids are Here…
The Kids are Here
It’s morning
The kids arrived late
Happy to be relieved of long drive
Kids is not right, they brought their own kids
The baby was not ready to go back to sleep
Wes couldn’t wait to play with toys
But they go down eventually
Now it’s early for them, and cartoons are on, and both boys get mom up
Mom’s not really awake, she stares at the cartoon lightly rocking Carson
Who’s sipping a bottle
While Wesley sprawls on the couch mesmerized… happy to be lost in a world of Disney Junior
It won’t be long before full throttle play will take over morning quiet.
The Horizon
At my height, the horizon is just 2.9 miles away… yet it is a life journey to get to the edge of vision.
The Horizon
Edge of our vision a horizon is there
Just an hour’s walk away if we dare
And yet we cannot see past there
No matter how hard we stare
There’s always another horizon out there
But it’s the journey for which we should care
And all the precious moments on the way there
The Break in the song…
Inspired by the song… Downbound Train by Bruce Springsteen
Break in The Song
There’s a break in the song
…meant to be a moments exhale
Tells us something went wrong
…where our failures are found
Reminds us of frailty of human heart
…too many cracks to be counted
Where to begin where to start
…to understand that which is not
And never will be clear or whole
…once the porcelain shatters
And the cup will never be full
…as again the song breaks
Showing another space between
…the desired and truth
Of what is shown, and what is unseen
…but the picture is painted
The song has been heard
…and world has counted
All the small pieces interred
…and in the distance
A long whistle whines a sad refrain
…as we realize we
Are all riders in a downbound train