History
Into the fray once again,
No time to stop for answers.
Might must prevail, that is the way.
Right or wrong is of no consequence.
Death and destruction is left in the
Pathway that evil men choose to take, the world be damned, they say.
The people follow blindly like mindless
Robots eager to join the ranks of the
War machine.
Willing to take up arms for a seemingly noble and righteous cause.
They would die to fulfill the evil dreams of a madman's delusions.
History has taught us nothing, we
Did not learn so we are subject to repeat it.
Putin, Hitler it all seems so familiar.
Celebrate Poetry
Is a poem just a rhyme describing
A moment in time or should it be much more?
Is it just a little ditty, all cute with
Fluffy, beautiful, meaningless words,
Disjointed senseless phrases devoid
Of any purposeful use to mankind.
Quickly thought out quirky questions
That leave us nothing but doubt
As to what the hell it's all about.
Or should the words torment the page,
Fill it with rage, spill blood from the
Writer's heart and soul, come alive
With thoughts so profound they are
Carried around in our head all day.
Should the words titivate and annihilate the senses, give meaning
And purpose to our lives, shock or surprise, make a political statement.
A poem is all of these wonderful things, a beautiful work of art,
A treasure of bountiful words for
The reader to feast upon.
So read, enjoy and celebrate poetry.
Expectations
There is no greater motivation
Than inspiration,
Add in a lot of hard work and
Determination,
Throw in personal initiative and
Perspiration.
And you've got the right combination
For success.
So begin the celebration without
Further deliberation,
You can become a sensation,
Receive validation,
Without hesitation,
Avoid the frustration,
And step right up.
It's time for participation,
So start a lifelong vacation,
It has a long shelf life with no
Expiration.
Great expectations.
If I were a cloud I'd do nothing
but drift around in the sky all
day, aimlessly floating free.
I would spend my time in the
blue leisurely day dreaming
with no responsibilities.
Sometimes I'd get dark and
angry, full of water and I
would over flow and make it rain.
And if I were really full the very
next day, still mad and gray, I'd
turn right around and do it again
Until the bright sunshine comes,
heating up the sky with its radiant
beams and drives me all away .
I would stay in hiding until once
again I feel the need to accumulate
and happily come back out to play.
Stop and do a Kindness
Stop to smell the flowers along
the way, why be in such a hurry?
Your world is gonna turn just fine
if you take the time and don't worry.
'Cause one day you'll wake up and
wonder where did all the time go.
And the only answer you'll be able to
think of is that you just don't know.
So stop and do a kindness for your
fellow man, take a little time to care.
Enjoy what this world with all its
wonderful surprises has to share.
My Daily Promise
I will aspire to excellence daily
In every aspect of my life.
I will try harder, work harder,
To do my best to get it right.
I will focus on the task at hand,
Of the highest quality of myself I
Will demand.
No one can do it for me, I must
Stand alone to triumph over sloth.
To be victorious in the battle of
Me against my weaknesses.
I will soar above the masses flying
High,
I will achieve my dreams and more.
This I promise to myself.
To myself be true.
Conclusion
I'm afraid this is no delusion
Nor is it an illusion.
I hope there is no confusion
But we have come to the conclusion.