Verily verily I say unto thee!

Thine virtues attained

By thine markets be free

Charity!

By the exalted disparity

Twas not a penance

Meant to relieve

Merely a lavish edifice stitched to seam

An elusive dream

Better beggars!

To be fishermen

Making haste

Far away to sea!

Slackers and laggards

Are not meant to be economically free

Tis is capitalist creation!

Know your station!

And conform to society

Even bees

Stop their buzzing

When they encounter their Boss Queen!

If nothing less

Than please invest

In not making your economic

Social and political petulances

So obnoxiously obscene!

Time has a way with seasons
Winter Summer Spring and Fall

Looking back
Some folks show
Warm kinship
Plant seeds
Of real friendship

While others

Bitterly cold
Brusque

Outer space

From whence cometh the squall?

Did they really
Knoweth me
At all?

Sensible sensibilities

Intact on a clean NYC downtown toilers train

Musing beside the fetid wayfarer

And lewd graffiti scrawl

A Toast to the Nation

For Tough Economic and Pandemic Times

A Toast to My  Friends

For Putting Up with My Rhymes

A Toast to President Obama

For Adding Color

To the Presidential Panorama

A Toast to All the Teachers

And Nature’s Wonderful Creatures

A Toast to All We Love

And Providence Up Above

A Toast to Those Up in Age

And Your Times Spent on the Stage

A Toast To All Mankind

To all the Nurses and Hospital personnel putting their lives on the line

Health

Happiness

And Love

May You Find

On your Splendid Days Off

From the Daily Grind

My Mother and my Father

Out of the Light they Lie

The Warrant would not find them

And here ‘Tis only I

‘Tis only I

Shall hang so high

O let not man remember

The Soul that God forgot

But fetch the county kerchief

And noose me in the knot

And I will rot

For so the Game is ended

That should have not Begun

My Mother and My Father

They had a likely Son

And I have None

Note: This is the only poem I feature on my blog that I did not write. I read it in an autobiography of the famed lawyer Charles Darrow. It was written by an unnamed author.

The poor wretch was convicted as a murderer. He was condemned to hanging. I found the poem to be quite haunting.

C’est la vie mon amour!

– Donald Reith

Whether Ye Be Enemy or Foe

Don’t Pass Under The Mistletoe 

For there you will be under attack 

By my Longing Lips 

For a Lasting Smack

If this should turn you to the Hooch 

Then I will be on the Prowl again 

For an even Bigger Smooch

Beware the stare of the Sensuous Scrooge!

Scrutinize the examining eyes that set upon your brooch

 

 

 

 

I watched with awe

As you came ashore

After sailing from far far away lands

You built your towns

On none were frowns

With sheer grit

Determination

Faith

And bare hands

I figured that one fateful day

Where we would play

And share our future destiny as friends

For that fateful chance

To laugh and dance

Where our mutual goals would depend

I have my ways

And you have yours

On each others strengths we could lend

And we could build

And see fulfilled

A New World Order

For all to comprehend

We are so different

In so many ways

I didn’t think this day

Would ever come to be

That in the end

Instead of try to befriend

You would treat me

Just like a piece of meat

Gobble! Gobble!

Walk Up a Seesaw

Guffaw

High-Five a Paw

Lick it Up

Don’t Use a Straw

Leave Your Scent

It’s the Law

Who Needs Nail-Polish

When You Got a Claw

Eat your Meat

Raw

Hee-Haw

I’ll Be Your Best Friend

When You Come Back

In The Door

I Lost My Mommy

And My Daddy

You evened the score

Toodle-Doo

Till We can Run

Again

Where the Grass is Green

And no one is mistreated as that scoundrel Poor

I would like to tell you a story today

A story of how my confidence in life went astray

That one fateful day

On the Jersey Bridge To Nowhere

It started with a call for an ambulance

After experiencing sharp pains in my chest

These pains I could no longer bear

Please get me out of here!

On the Jersey Bridge To Nowhere

The ambulance at last had finally arrived

I was relieved to be finally put inside

Now here I will reside

On the Jersey Bridge To Nowhere

The paramedics are finally here!

Their arrival to the hospital half-way there

Had filled me with great cheer

I heard one whisper, ” It’s too late I fear.”

On the Jersey Bridge To Nowhere

And so here I sing my sad song

Of the day gone inexplicably wrong

Of the ambulance trip that took too long

Why had the governor done me wrong?

On the Jersey Bridge To Nowhere

Corruption and hypocrisy

Are the enemies of democracy

This I thought as I struggled to breathe

And my ever present vigilance

Fell to eternal sleep

On the Jersey Bridge to Nowhere

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I shall layeth down 

My cloak of redemption

It shall cleaneth you 

Of all manner 

Of compensation

For just as my temperament 

Doth squabble feebly 

With the present foibles 

Of my most difficult current hostilities

Time

Sweet majestic 

Unwavering time

Doth reconcile in me 

An assurance of tranquility 

Shall invade my troubled waters 

And calm the turbulent seas 

To but a ripple

As if transposed 

To a lake 

Where the sun doth shine 

From the heavens

And prosperity 

Will live in my house 

Once more