pop's poetry

Category: Mood

  • your only tool

    violence has become a way of life
guns, bombs, knives, swords - words
infamy and anonymity are pendulum swings
unstable minds choose a weapon
yelling at an unseen foe on a street corner
shooting unknown enemies in a school
"when your only tool is a hammer,
everything will look like a nail"*
calming a soul troubled in mental storms
a nation needs to care to prevent

  • dad vows

    I promise
to lovingly hold you until you can crawl,
crawl patiently with you until you can walk,
walk peacefully with you until you run,
joyfully run with you as long as I can.
And when I can no longer keep up,
I'll still run, walk or even crawl to you
if you need me to hold you again.

  • birds of a different feather

    though you may be different than me
and sometimes I won't understand
I hope you feel acceptance
I hope that you are free

to follow a separate and beautiful way
yet still be a integral part of my life
I hope that you feel welcome
I hope have your say

even if others won't choose to hear
for fear that change may happen
I hope that you feel trust
I hope your path is clear

to take wing and soar so far above
with birds of a different feather
I hope you feel lasting peace
I hope know true love

Pops 2015

  • new year’s evolution

    This year's end some items I've missed
in making my New Year's list
of actions to hold the year through
that last a week, maybe two.

No weight loss nor organization,
on my list no savings inflation.
My list will be clear of to do's
instead it's a new life I choose.

This year's end I will not resolve,
but instead make a pact to evolve
into someone I rather would find
as I leave this extinct self behind.

From primordial ooze I'll step out,
a life form that's higher, no doubt,
learning new things with every stride
letting old things wash out with the tide.

This year's end no matter the cost
of leaving behind what I've lost,
an origin of species to claim,
to survive as the fittest my aim.

Not to worry the friends I hold dear
and my family both far and near,
this evolutional new year you'll see,
just a much better version of me.

  • veterans day

    It's said that the threat of war
can bring peace.
I'm sure this is undoubtedly true,
but much more complicated than
the axiom.
Today, and every day,
we give honor
for those who have served
to back up that threat
with action.
Yet we keep in our hearts
a bright hope
that someday the ideals of peace
will eliminate the idea of wars
as options.