Won’t get them,
Weasels, ‘
He will!
He’s the American
Sheriff.
The Courage and Truth
Of a little known town,
Called, ‘Veritas Hill’.
Remember!
A lot of bad ‘hombres’
East and West,
Did our country
Bleed and twist,
But good Sheriffs,
So bravely,
Unforgettably
Helped this Country,
Decently,
And with honor
Exist!
A good, a niceA sincerePoem,I’ve neverFlown in Space,But writing PoetryFulfills you,With that same,Kind of Grace.
I’ve run out of themes,Disappointingly,They come no more,Not even a slight knocking,At my cottage door.I’m dormant now,Have to figure out, somehowWhy I ever wrote, the things I did,But it really doesn’t matter,For I know that when I did,My inner feelings never lied,And sincerity is always betterThan a lot of useless clatter,It’s good to have that…
Now I must content myselfWith virtual love,Difficult to doWhen all you’ve ever lived forIs, ‘I love you’.Difficult to face each morning,Without a vital yearningDifficult to faceThat song, without music,When you’re alone.
Capturing the essenceOf what we have to say,But at the same timeWe find feelings,That bring storiesTo life,Thus giving birthTo written mirth,Alleviating,Troubled heartsAnd sometimes,Giving Life a push,In ReachingFor the stars.
And go down to the wavy Sea again,To hear the seagulls cry.I want to be able to hope again,To hope before I die,And think that there’s Love in my soul again,Before, my last goodbye
And yet, both are disturbing,And can produce a fall,But Love usually is sincere,While politics is Not,Love sometimes is a rose,While politics and politicians,Are just plain Rot.
