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Alleluia (Three linked haikus on Easter Sunday)

Thank you, oh sweet Lord,
For your selfless sacrifice,
To expiate sin.

Unworthy we are,
Yet you love us still, each one,
Died that we may live.

You are risen, Lord,
That our souls might rise as well,
Beyond death’s dark veil.

On CrimeFiction comes alive,Dystopian visions thrive,In C...

On Crime

Fiction comes alive,
Dystopian visions thrive,
In Cities world wide.

A Clockwork Orange,
Lord or the Flies, Brave New World,
Nineteen Eighty Four.

Animal Farm and,
Fahrenheit Four Fifty One,
All have come to pass.

And they will perdure,
If we defend what’s clearly,
Indefensible.

Feed a hungry beast,
It will grow and it will thrive,
And eat you alive.

Likewise criminals,
Who thrive when no consequence,
Attach to their crimes.

When crimes are excused,
And criminals deemed victims,
What should we expect?

Po...

Kiss a Babbling Brook

Kiss a babbling brook,
It will gladly quench your thirst,
With crisp, clear water.

Kiss raging rapids,
You’ll be crushed against the rocks,
And drown, thirst unquenched.

Calm waters sustain,
Turgid ones excite us more,
Danger always does.

I Am Unworthy, Lord

I am unworthy, Lord,
And yet You love me.

I am a sinner,
And yet may be redeemed.

I try to walk in the light,
And yet at times walk in darkness.

I fight despair,
And yet it lives in me.

I know that I know nothing,
And yet I am not wise.

I know the best in me lies buried,
And yet it may still rise.

I know hope is a dream,
And yet it will not die.

My Simple Plea

While there is life, there’s hope, Spaniards do say,
What good is life, though, when all hope is gone?
With our hearts breaking, we can nightly pray,
Try to ignore reason’s call to move on.

Faith for a time can keep our hope alive,
Drown out despair’s compelling siren’s song,
Until the sands of time slowly contrive,
To wear to nothing that which once was strong.

And yet I cling to that thin, fading dream,
That all might yet be well for those I love,
For no one knows what will flow in life’s st...

Here are the links to the final two parts to my Unsung Heroes poem

New readings from my Unsung Heroes poem

I just recorded and posted the first four parts of my Unsung Heroes poem about my four grandparents. The original poem was first printed in my Of Pain and Ecstasy poetry collection. Over the next few days I will try to record and post the last two parts of the poem bout my parents from my Echoes of Dawn at Dusk collection. You can hear these by clicking on the Spotify links below.

New Year’s (Non) Resolution – Revisited

No resolution,
Not this year, last, or ever,
Ephemeral these.

No self-delusion,
Setting goals I will not reach,
Or safe, easy ones.

I’m a common man,
Who will do his best daily,
To do what is right.

And knows he will fail,
At times despite his effort,
To walk in the light.

Beloved dead watch,
Love me still despite my faults,
For them I must try.

I Am Unworthy, Lord

I am unworthy, Lord,
And yet You love me.

I am a sinner,
And yet may be redeemed.

I try to walk in the light,
And yet at times walk in darkness.

I fight despair,
And yet it lives and thrives.

I know that I know nothing,
And yet I am not wise.

I know the best in me lies buried,
And yet it may still rise.

I know hope is a dream,
And yet it will not die.

A Holiday Message (sonnet)

The holidays approach with quiet grace,
Floating above the merchandising din,
Their spirit fills our hearts, their proper place
Displacing hate, greed, envy, and all sin.

Whether you worship Jesus, as I do,
Allah, YHWH, or other Deity,
That teaches justice, honor, all things true,
We are family joined in piety.

Those who would divide us worship no god,
They worship power, seek not grace or truth,
They sow the seeds of hate on fertile sod,
The minds of fools and our innocent youth.

I bid you peace in all...