Saturday, July 25, 2015

To hear the sounds

Songs lack for music when unsung,
Bells never toll when they're unrung,
And poems demand you must engage
The tongue, and words fly off the page.

Friday, July 24, 2015

The politician

A slippery politician,
When he takes any position,
Softens it with euphemisms,
In line with current party-isms.

He'll sweet-talk voters very well,
To sell stuff that he's told to sell,
To push his case to the masses,
(Although he thinks they're all asses).

His wealthy owners let him know
Without their cash, he'd have to go,
So he sticks to what they taught him,
He learns fast; that's why they bought him.

Wednesday, July 22, 2015

On the Pluto mission's success

At last! We know how Pluto looks,
An item for the history books;
The New Horizons, NASA's probe,
Has sent photos of the tiny globe.

It lies four billion miles from earth,
And what we learn will prove of worth;
The voyage took nearly ten years,
But now, its great success is clear.

But, where are our priorities?
What matters most? To you, to me?
It looks like war will still endure,
And, as for cancer? Still no cure.

And, will we ever find relief
From poverty, and hunger's grief?
Although we've had a huge success,
We've ancient problems to address.


Monday, July 20, 2015

To rule the sky

Daedalus crafted feathered wings,
And asked his son to test the things,
But wax was what he used for glue,
And knew full well, it might not do.

His father warned the wax might melt,
But Icarus, foolhardy, felt
Immortal, and exempt from harm;
He heard the words without alarm.

The reckless boy, without a care.
Soon launched himself into the air.
He flew too near the burning sun,
His wings fell off, and he was done.

The dream of flight, to rule the sky,
Was always noble, worth a try;
His effort came to no avail,
And here, I end my sorry tale.

Sunday, July 19, 2015

What I believe

If people ask what I believe,
I tell them, I believe in change
In everything that I perceive
Across the breadth of nature's range:

The soft rain falling down on me,
The lightning flashing in the sky,
The thunder crashing fearsomely,
And sun returning by-and-by;

The summer buzz of bumblebees,
The calmness of a clear fall night,
The crispness of a winter freeze,
All change; as sure as day to night.

Thursday, July 16, 2015

Portrait of a girl from Pompeii

The girl is powdering her nose,
With brush and mirror in her hands,
Her beauty perfect as a rose;
We wonder what is in her plans.

What purpose fills that pretty head?
A happy one, she seems to mime.
Pompeii and she, are long-since dead,
But here she's pictured in her prime.

Two thousand years have passed, and yet,
The portrait of the young girl gives
A hint of her brave piroettes
Through life's travails, and, yes, she lives!


Wednesday, July 15, 2015

Teddy bear

My old, bedraggled teddy bear
Is short on fur, with none to spare,
And his coat's tattered past repair;
He's safely packed away somewhere,

And I have always played a hunch
That keeping him was worth a bunch;
I think of him when I have lunch,
And smile as I start to munch.