Anthropology

The Race of Man born of the earth Proud and hardened humankind So sinful from our very birth Corrupted heart and soul and mind Abide we in our realm of sod Delight we in our frame of clay Dead in our deeds our spirits flawed Perfection came to make a way Yet there was such

By |2021-10-13T22:18:26+00:00November 9th, 2021|Poems|

The New Normal

Its a brave new world, the year's nineteen-eighty-four, and the Fahrenheit's higher than its ever been be-451. The news speaks daily to the "raging" pandemic, so you can all live safely in a monitored planet. The worst kind of lies are the ones that seem true, and if you question the facts, then they'll question

By |2021-10-13T22:00:56+00:00November 7th, 2021|Poems|

From an Anti-Vaxxer

With what do you make a vaccine? Babies chopped up in a can. The doctors, so wise, they "immortalize" cells that just last their life span. With what do you make a vaccine? Thimerosal (that's mercury). The doctors, so wise, cause those lazy eyes, seizures, autism, A.D.D. With what do you make a vaccine? Aluminum,

By |2021-09-10T03:26:55+00:00June 7th, 2021|Poems|

The Nine Worthies: The Jews

Joshua Child from the chosen generation And God’s judgement on Canaan Trained by Moses on his mission He purged the promised land from pagans  King David The man after God’s heart He who wears the royal ring  He found Zion in part And turned it into the city of Kings  Judas Maccabee A priest, a warrior, but no king He heard the cries of Zion When

By |2021-03-01T23:27:28+00:00January 18th, 2021|Featured Poems, Home Page Feature, Poems|

Elijah

“Behold, I am going to send you Elijah the prophet before the coming of the great and terrible day of Yahweh. He will restore the hearts of the fathers to their children and the hearts of the children to their fathers, so that I will not come and smite the land with a curse.” -- Malachi 4:5-6

By |2021-02-19T04:48:55+00:00January 10th, 2021|Poems|

Anatomy: Face

Why a face with eyes of azure? Staring gates of open pleasure. Why the sound of whistling, whining, soft and high, low and dying? Why the grasp of understanding with lips and tongue all underlying? Why smell's sense of familiarity, pleasant, pungent, and vulgarity? Why expression, eye brows, forehead? Written, scribbled, self-suggestive. Oh, the

By |2021-02-19T06:44:20+00:00January 3rd, 2021|Home Page Feature, Poems|