A Political Point of View

If you shake a wasps’ nest, you are apt to get stung;
You will hear scorn in your ears if it spills from your tongue;
When you incite hatred in others it comes back to you,
Even when you refuse responsibility for these things that you do.

If you act like a child you will be treated the same;
Labeling everyone else a big loser isn’t winning the game;
You can brag you hit harder but that will always be tested;
So, no empathy from me when your hard punch has been bested.

Speaking without any filter doesn’t make it the truth;
Saying, “Believe me, I know”, isn’t offering proof;
Being in front of a mob doesn’t make you a leader;
Accumulating wealth through bankruptcies doesn’t make you one either.

The polls you now lead may help in stroking your ego;
Your name in the news may constantly echo;
But, here on this day, a prediction I make,
This country will never allow this mistake.

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Call Me (Suicide Prevention)

When life seems awfully bleak;
An end to the pain is all you seek;
When another day you can no longer abide;
When the destination you’ve reached is suicide;

Before the deed is done;
Before your last setting sun;
Before squeezing the trigger on your gun,
Make sure, my phone, you have rung.

Allow me the chance to share your pain;
Allow me to sing one last refrain;
Allow me to whisper in your ear,
That I also fear the things you fear.

Be you a friend or a stranger to me;
Be you young or with history;
Be you in trouble or in misery;
I wish to discuss our destiny.

For the path you wish to take,
Cannot be undone if a mistake;
Before putting an end to it all,
You really should make just one more call.

A Poem That is Never Read

The only thing worse than fearing death is being afraid to live;
The only thing worse than wanting it all is having nothing you want to give.

The only thing worse than not being loved is never loving someone in return;
The only thing worse than being as cold as ice is never having a flame to burn.

The only thing worse than stepping on her toes is never asking her to dance;
The only thing worse than a broken heart is never giving unbridled love a chance.

The only thing worse than flunking a test is never trying to learn something new;
The only thing worse than staying rooted to the ground is never soaring where birds once flew.

The only thing worse than telling a lie is the truth that is never said;
The only thing worse than these poems I write is a poem that is never read.

A Time for Goodbyes

There is never a good time for goodbyes;
Departing puts tears in my eyes;
You have gathered and cried here by my bedside
So I could say my final, “goodbye”.

Thank you for being my wife;
Sharing with me a good life;
Now that I die, please Honey don’t cry,
I’ll be there in your dreams through the night.

There is never a good time for goodbyes;
Departing puts tears in my eyes;
You have gathered and cried here by my bedside
So I could say my final, “goodbye”.

I have always been so proud of you;
And all of the things that you do;
You are my special little girl, who has brightened my world,
From heaven I’ll smile down on you.

There is never a good time for goodbyes;
Departing puts tears in my eyes;
You have gathered and cried here by my bedside
So I could say my final, “goodbye”.

As my first son, you were a star;
That apple didn’t fall away far;
Stay true to yourself as the trophy on my shelf;
Continuing as that good man you are.

There is never a good time for goodbyes;
Departing puts tears in my eyes;
You have gathered and cried here by my bedside
So I could say my final, “goodbye”.

Second son, you surprised everyone,
With the amazing things that you have done;
You’ve overachieved, and son I am pleased,
Just remember to save time for some fun.

There is never a good time for goodbyes;
Departing puts tears in my eyes;
You have gathered and cried here by my bedside
So I could say my final, “goodbye”.

My last son, thank you for adopting me,
I am so glad you joined our little family,
If you must know the truth, I channeled your youth,
Helping me to grow old happily.

There is never a good time for goodbyes.

The Bottle Spun

The bottle spun, pointing to no one
Until you shifted your position
Then, face to face, our lips embraced
I was thankful for your decision

Fifteen years old; you were so bold
My experiences were none
I was weak-kneed, but followed your lead
Down the path to unbridled fun

Another lesson learned on the next turn
When you pointed the bottle my way
I was never the same after that kid’s game
Cherishing the memory still today

Our paths would part; with an injured heart
I journeyed to games anew
But through every mile I maintained a smile
From this moment I shared with you