Monday, May 26, 2008
Saturday, May 24, 2008
Memorial Day
Three hundred fifty
And fourteen
Days to wait for this
One time a year
To lay down our pencils
And remember those
Who lay down their lives
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What would Walt Whitman say of the state of the Union?
He who imagined us from way back then, remembering him
He who walked the fields of death in that least civil of all wars
Brother fighting kin, dying and maiming
And bleeding in Northern and Southern woods
With awful musket balls, rifle shells, sharp shrapnel
Canon fodder, flying lead and all manner of projectiles thick overhead
In cold wet fields and in dark old barns
On crutches in stretchers in backyard they bled
They came in troops with uniforms and left one by one
We all die one by one, naked and alone
What would old Walter have to say?
He who loved brother, sister, sailor, soldier, footman
Recognizing we are not connected, but are one.
One country, under God, indivisible
The great Revolution and since then
So many wars and so many gone
Or returned home with scars and lack of limb
Lack of opportunity, save mercenary
Naked and alone we come into this world
And back that route so we shall go
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And fourteen
Days to wait for this
One time a year
To lay down our pencils
And remember those
Who lay down their lives
++++++
What would Walt Whitman say of the state of the Union?
He who imagined us from way back then, remembering him
He who walked the fields of death in that least civil of all wars
Brother fighting kin, dying and maiming
And bleeding in Northern and Southern woods
With awful musket balls, rifle shells, sharp shrapnel
Canon fodder, flying lead and all manner of projectiles thick overhead
In cold wet fields and in dark old barns
On crutches in stretchers in backyard they bled
They came in troops with uniforms and left one by one
We all die one by one, naked and alone
What would old Walter have to say?
He who loved brother, sister, sailor, soldier, footman
Recognizing we are not connected, but are one.
One country, under God, indivisible
The great Revolution and since then
So many wars and so many gone
Or returned home with scars and lack of limb
Lack of opportunity, save mercenary
Naked and alone we come into this world
And back that route so we shall go
David Rheins Blogs at:www.davidrheins.wordpress.com
this post first appeared on free pamphlet:
www.freepamphlet.wordpress.com
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
5-7-5
Unable to sleep
keyboards call me to come play
small joy before work
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originally published http://www.davidrheins.wordpress.com
keyboards call me to come play
small joy before work
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originally published http://www.davidrheins.wordpress.com
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Single Dad on Mother’s Day
useful as teats on a boar
i keep the blinds twisted shut
steam another cup
tweak the strings on martin
and wonder if the son is having fun
across the river’s chasm
May 11, 2008
i keep the blinds twisted shut
steam another cup
tweak the strings on martin
and wonder if the son is having fun
across the river’s chasm
May 11, 2008
Friday, May 9, 2008
Lady Liberty’s Lightshow
Awoken in the dawn of sleep
bombs bursting in mid air
To my naked feet I leap
to investigate the scare
Post 9/11 my nightly drill
one eye open, bed near cell
Last night Lady Liberty and I
were roused by rockets red glare
I grab my digi-cam and snap away
Capture the New York festive air
here’s a blog op, point and click
what the hey, this is it!
http://davidrheins.wordpress.com/2008/05/09/lady-libertys-lightshow/
bombs bursting in mid air
To my naked feet I leap
to investigate the scare
Post 9/11 my nightly drill
one eye open, bed near cell
Last night Lady Liberty and I
were roused by rockets red glare
I grab my digi-cam and snap away
Capture the New York festive air
here’s a blog op, point and click
what the hey, this is it!
http://davidrheins.wordpress.com/2008/05/09/lady-libertys-lightshow/
Sunday, May 4, 2008
Hope Springs Vernal
rain brings life from mud
seed bursts into shiny lines
miracle beyond the concrete
happens every year!
Go figure
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seed bursts into shiny lines
miracle beyond the concrete
happens every year!
Go figure
http://www.freepamphlet.wordpress.com
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