a letter

a letter to those by anger overtaken
it is not okay for babies to be shaken
it is not okay to beat animals down
as they cower in terror on the ground
it is not okay to hit wives and or lovers
and then expect to be warmly
received under the covers
your anger is yours
not meant to be shared
by those in your way
who pray to be spared

weather or not

we complain about the heat
we complain about the cold
all this complaining
is getting tiresome
and old.

larry w,RIP

larry always dreamed so hard,yet his wishes were deluded
a man riding high, on a wild card, his self esteem denuded
the paths he took, from a position of weakness
forever waiting for that lucky streak, victory at the preakness
but he never could really get out of the starting gate
his self abusing life style the winner.
this creator of his own fate
RIP my old leather jacketed friend
45 years ago we met
but this was not how
it was supposed to end

how does

how does one do it?
make it last?
live in the present,
not in the past.
keeping in storage
...old wounds and old pains
to stop oneself from
that forage
again and again

http://www.babyboomerknowledgecenter.com/2010/07/july-4th.html

http://www.babyboomerknowledgecenter.com/2010/07/july-4th.html

my most recent published poem:-D

have 4th of july and every day thereafter!!!!

BP in your negligence

BP in your negligence
there really is no recompense
snails and pelicans covered in oil
our beautiful waters that you have spoiled
lives lost, so dear to us cannot be reborn
...turtles torched in agony, from their shells torn
fish and assorted water fowl doomed by
your mess
all because of your desire to cut corners
spend less
look into the eyes of an oil soaked bird
miles are spoken, without saying a word

an outstretched hand goes on for miles, a slap stops hope in its tracks.