“ A Prayer ” ~ for nonbeliever ~

On a spiritual hold

Borne of believers

By traditional bold,

Be of meagre ethics

Held mystic of old,

Suggests invocation,

Said for nonbeliever

Be an offer of thanks,

In words that declare

An ever sober prayer…

Hence has us wonder

If sufficient be there,

Despite mans despair

For life giving water,

And breathable air!

“ The Mind ” ~ of a voiceless child ~

Looking to hide

In a ravaged crowd,

Where war has him bide

In rag-torn shrouds,

For all that be left

Of this voiceless child,

Be a mind bereft

Feeling cast aside,

In a torturous tide

Of victims’ loud cries,

As dead bodies fall

From gory guns bane

Of spent soldiers insane,

That no longer recall

Were once poets near all,

Now brain-damaged mob

Be creatures caballed

Who follow a broken god,

Said maker of orphans

Who find shelter in rubble,

A place they’d once called home!

                                                                           ode to war orphaned children

“ Social Values ” ~ suffering fixed line ~

Words need find

What explains best,

To wayward minds

Ethics to express,

Suffering fixed line

Of modus interest,

In archaic social values

That fails to admit

The painful confusion,

In societal empathy

Held hand me down

Slanted sympathy,

Be but nationalistic abide

Of atavistic coeval apathy,

In which exclusion survives!

“ That Pope ” ~ be but a man ~

Who is that man

We know as pope,

Speaks of his god

With guarded hope,

Yet but a notion,

He finds to cloud

With anomic motion,

Thus a pope’s nod

Tries justly realize,

Deeds of worth born

Thru wise contrive,

Will want reach out

To obviate scorn

Of they who doubt,

Self-serving religions

Of ambiguous gods,

Begs one question

Its outdated concept,

Has insecure souls

Alas suffer its tenet,

Reflections of man mad

In a world of self-destruction!

                                                                                ode to Udo for inspiring

                                                                       this poem on now Pope Francesco,

                                                                    possibly the greatest in modern history!

“ Assign Me Now ” ~ before they know ~

Assign me now

That I may crow

Of my knowhow,

Elect me to sow

A seed of endow,

Before they know

I’m dim as a cow,

Tho not so to tell

Be political snow,

Conveys bull well

Staged to survive,

At least first term

But with devil jive

For the shady trip

I need find learn,

Said a zealot game

Fate stands me fit,

Held stealthy gains

Of a second term sit,

That free ride prize

The taxpayer provides!

                                                  Another election farce soon to occur…

                                                               May future generations find a way to an

                                                            honest nonpoliticized, politicianless system!

“ Of Wishful Thinking ” ~ be time wasting ~

Wishful thinking

Has me wonder,

All the while

Be time wasting,


In the waiting,

Of held worth

Be deeds such

For life’s living,

That encourages

Doing something,

While fate decides

Blindly reaching

Shan’t abide,

Nor merits not seek

To access life giving,

As its elements deplete

Till empty be world wide,

Thru callous man’s apathy

And wastefulness implied,

Of wishful thought absurdity!