some old favorites

 

Christ's Vicar

 This is a new poem I recently wrote, as a Catholic who has lived through the pandemic and Pope Francis's time as Christ's Vicar.

Christ's Vicar

Pope Francis,

a complete and total fraud,

believing man knows better,

knows more, than even God,

read a bible Francis,

you are not Caesar,

you are not a God,

your thoughts mean nothing,

the laws, God given, are not wrong,

climate is not yours to change,

or even save,

economic equality is not the goal,

nor fellowship,

or unity,

or love,

sexually defined,

it seems you do not understood,

Truth, the holy key,

without God, Jesus Christ, and the Holy Spirit,

there is nothing,

no love in the world,

no reason to be,

no beauty in the world,

no beauty in you or me,

the only beauty,

the only truth,

is the existence of God in the world,

and in you and me,

without God, sin is all that is left,

there is nothing to save,

the end grows closer,

with each passing day,

souls,

not economies, or climates,

are what should be saved,

so shut up, and pull your head out of your ass,

have a little faith, and just say mass,

the Holy Spirit will handle the rest.  . . . . . .

Reflection: Again

 The poem Again was written and published in 2015. It highlights the arrogance the present time. . .

Again

this moment not unique,

history only a maze,

run again and again,

only the rats,

think it new,

too ignorant or arrogant,

to accept the truth.

Reflection: The Scourge

 This poem was published in 2014.

The Scourge

hear the cries of the souls of the unborn dead,

millions upon millions,

ripped and sucked from the womb,

dying painful, agonizing deaths,

before their first breath,

pregnancy must be a horrific disease,

incurable and unpreventable,

a pox upon the land.

Reflection: Summer Here

 This poem was published in July of 2015. It is a little this year, but what the hell.

Summer Here

the hay meadow mowed, raked and stacked,

a smell all its own,

announcing summer finally here,

soon there will be rodeos, street dances,

and ice cold beer,

feeling ready to celebrate,

the hay cut and stacked,

and summer finally here.

Reflection: Caught in a Play

 This poem was published in 2014 in a magazine called "The Rusty Nail".

 Caught in a Play

the script done,

the life lived,

ad-libbed,

dawn after dawn,

on stage,

no lines memorized,

the audience,

a safer place to be,

stage right,

and left,

blocked, an outlier,

forever it seems.

the ending unknown.

Reflection: Repetition

 This poem was published in 2014.

Repetition

Summer melts through my plans,

July fourth tomorrow.

the fishing pole never out of the garage,

walks not taken,

with foot prints in the sand,

and castles built to be erased by the waves,

instead another visit to the hospital,

Summer again made to wait. . .