When it comes to poetry
I feel like David
Before he went out to meet Goliath
Saul offered him his armour
...
This evening
As I sit
Under the locust tree
The song of the birds
...
Civilization is a word
That is so often heard
In contexts
Both evil and great
...
There is something strange
About naming a cemetery Mount Pleasant
After all, it is a place
Where the dead are momentarily
...
Tonight
As I sit
Under the locust tree
Letting my dinner digest
...
You say we need peace
With this I agree
But war will never cease
As long as this world
...
The curse of the media
Is this
For years
They have sensationalized
...
Today
As I sit
Under the locust tree
I recall that yesterday
...
The short stocky
Young Chinese fellow
Who lives next door
Is perpetually
...
Having stumbled over caring
And realizing its mass appeal
They've decided upon a price
In terms of reputation and position
...
Today
As I sit
Under the locust tree
A few passing thoughts
...
Today as I sit
Under the locust tree
I recall vividly
My early morning walk
...
Widower Father of 2 Grandfather of 3 Doctor)
When It Comes To Poetry
When it comes to poetry
I feel like David
Before he went out to meet Goliath
Saul offered him his armour
His sword, his breast plate
His helmet, his shield
But in the end he refused
Saying he had not proved it
For he was but a shepherd
Not trained in the use
Of weapons of war
He took merely a sling shot
And five smooth stones
But any giant can be slain
By such a crude weapon
If the stone finds its mark
And I can offer
No grand words
No breath-taking imagery
I commend all
Who operate at those lofty heights
But I am just
A simple man
Trying to propel his point
By straight forward means
Along a straight course
Hoping to find the mark.
Did he live? This poem is fantastic, best description of an optimist ever! so good to laugh for a change. thank you.