Thursday, November 23, 2023

Thanksgiving

My coffee in the morning

My walk around the park

My wife of many years

Who illuminates the dark


Fresh eggs I gather daily

My family they feed

A warm abode to rest in

A true blessing, indeed


The chance to watch my children

Build families of their own

Assured that theirs are mine

This gift that I've been shown


The gaze of smiling faces

Whose portraits on the wall

Rest with me as I work

Through spring, summer, and fall


Now winter is approaching

It's cold grey skies ahead

And still those tiny faces

Will warm my hearts cold dread


For over the horizon

Just waiting in the wings

New life, quickly approaches

To pluck these old heart strings















Saturday, January 30, 2021

The Oligarchs

The jackals scream in glee as they embark
On flights of retribution they so crave
Marionettes, they serve their oligarch
Puppet masters in their plan to enslave
They purge the ranks of all those who dissent 
They silence, mock, and cancel them on site
As posers look on in bewilderment 
While cowering in compromise and fright

But of the oligarch, please do not fret
For he shall soon be cut down like the grass
Hold your head high. You’ve nothing to regret
If you tell him to simply kiss your ass
Vain is the oligarch unto his death
His vanity is but a passing breath





Our Grifter

Our grifter, who art in DC

Hollow be thy game

Thy shakedown come

Blue pill be done

On facebook, 

As it is on twitter

Give us this day

Our covid checks

And forgive us our rent due

As you fail to forgive our taxes

Lead us not into awareness

But deliver us from freedom

For thine is the prison, the coercion, the narrative

Forever and ever. Amen and  Awoman

Saturday, January 16, 2021

The Stasi Rises

Stasi rises amid the jackals cry
For retribution against the orange man
Stasi goes by the name of FBI
Make no mistake, they’ll catch you if they can
They say the sacred chamber was profaned
The jackals house, a solemn den of thieves
And parasites, whose outrage is all feigned
With posturing that no sane man believes 

Yet mankind has been down this road before
For there is nothing new under the sun
A time for peace and then a time for war
And now the time for judgement has begun
The wicked were made for the evil day
The righteous remain steadfast come what may


Saturday, January 9, 2021

Enter The Dragon

“Domestic terror!” screams the teleprompt 
The empty suit gave voice to it. So grave!
The gaslighting continues as they stomp
Liberty’s gasping breath, while jackals rave
The jackals can’t repress their loud hee-haws
While posers sniff behinds through long grey trunks
As they embrace denial as their cause
With all the sanctity of Judas monks

But Truth will point toward the empty suit
While all sane men say “Suit, you have no clothes”
A gaslight masquerades as a refute
Derelict courts sit in silent repose
The old red dragon is about to rise
In one final gasp before his demise


Friday, January 8, 2021

The Choice

A Shakespearean sonnet in iambic pentameter

The jackals, how they posture and they preen
While making great pronouncements of their plan
And obsequious posers, they demean
Themselves, slavishly; every chance they can
The empty suit mumbles a platitude
Of reconciliation, then renounce
The black widow adopts an attitude 
Of wait until the time is ripe to pounce

But those with insight see it all unfold
The battle lines are drawn from left to right
Many will shake with fear as they behold
The glory of the Lion and His might
The lines are drawn and all must make a choice
To cower silently or raise your voice

The Jackals and the Posers

A Shakespearean sonnet in iambic pentameter 

The jackals, they all scream insurrection
And with one voice, they’re shouting “take his head”
“Don’t say of us we stole an election”
“Our sacred chamber was vi-o-la-ted”
The posers virtue signal their regret
“You know there’s only one person to blame”
“In good conscience, ourselves, we cannot let”
“Him challenge any crime to clear his name”

The faithful will see past this illusion
This psychodrama, writ large on the stage
Anchored against this storm of confusion
By Him who is the truth for all the age
By Him who said if you abide in Me
You’ll know the truth and it will set you free