For poems we have written or have enjoyed reading.

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Lost Generation

I am part of a lost generation
and I refuse to believe that
I can change the world
I realize this may be a shock but
“Happiness comes from within.”
is a lie, and
“Money will make me happy.”
So in 30 years I will tell my children
they are not the most important thing in my life
My employer will know that
I have my priorities straight because
work
is more important than
family
I tell you this
Once upon a time
Families stayed together
but this will not be true in my era
This is a quick fix society
Experts tell me
30 years from now, I will be celebrating the 10th anniversary of my divorce
I do not concede that
I will live in a country of my own making
In the future
Environmental destruction will be the norm
No longer can it be said that
My peers and I care about this earth
It will be evident that
My generation is apathetic and lethargic
It is foolish to presume that
There is hope.
And all of this will come true unless we choose to reverse it.

here are some haikus i wrote about while baseball player phil rizzuto shoukld not be in the hall of fame

phil never could hit
he thanks the veterans
let's kick his ass out

beloved broadcaster
in the Hall as a player
smacking veterans

phil's many errors
career OPS plus ninety-three
why did he get in

phil rizzuto sucks
he is a piece of dog poo
bugger phil rizzuto

how in the hell did
this scrub win the mvp
i blame the yankees

hes not good at all
not a hall of famer nope
not at all no way

saw phil on tv
mystery guest - what's my line
sucked on game shows too

That Phil Rizzuto
Should not be in our famed halls
Dinosaur cheesesteak

dinosaur cheesesteak
its very good its my fav
woops phil rizzuto

there are lots of things
better than phil rizzuto
for example aids

Phil Rizzuto sucks
he isn't David Eckstein
Eckstein the grinder

what a lunatic
phil sold his mvp plaque,
three world series rings

and dirty old hat
with some chewing gum on it
right before he died

instead of selling
he should have returned the stuff
and apologized

but no, phil blew it
gave the money away too
to the smacking blind

This War

White sheets become stained red.
In the corner a little child lays dead.
People struggle just to survive.
A mother is hoping her child will revive.
Her baby was playing just moments before ..
now everything's changed, because of this war.

The town's buildings slowly collapse.
A community's nerve finally snaps.
People don't know what to do.
Where can they go ? They haven't a clue.
Their own home just isn't safe anymore ..
because everything's changed, thanks to this war.

People ask questions, hoping for an answer.
This war continues to spread hatred like cancer.
Both sides crave peace whatever the cost,
as long as they never admit that they've lost.
But the long lasting peace which both sides will get,
may be when this war ends .. but there'll be nobody left.

(Written by me in 2009 ... in response to the never ending conflict in the Middle East)

Keep writing poetry Lisa. We all need to express ourselves. It's part of our spirituality. I do it by playing music and I paint landscapes and seascapes (not very well).

The Dash ... by Linda Ellis

I read of a man who stood to speak
At the funeral of a friend
He referred to the dates on her tombstone
From the beginning to the end

He noted that first came the date of her birth
And spoke the following date with tears,
But he said what mattered most of all
Was the dash between those years

For that dash represents all the time
That she spent alive on earth.
And now only those who loved her
Know what that little line is worth.

For it matters not how much we own;
The cars, the house, the cash,
What matters is how we live and love
And how we spend our dash.

So think about this long and hard.
Are there things you’d like to change?
For you never know how much time is left,
That can still be rearranged.

If we could just slow down enough
To consider what’s true and real
And always try to understand
The way other people feel.

And be less quick to anger,
And show appreciation more
And love the people in our lives
Like we’ve never loved before.

If we treat each other with respect,
And more often wear a smile
Remembering that this special dash
Might only last a little while.

So, when your eulogy is being read
With your life’s actions to rehash
Would you be proud of the things they say
About how you spent your dash?

Yes Amadd .. I do believe you're right!

My real opinion is that you are being just a little more than a tad hypocritical by writing a poem against a war that you personally, knowingly, and consciously voted for.

- Amadd

The subject matter of most poetry reflects the poet's thoughts and innermost conflicts.

Insofar as this poem is concerned .. I was commenting on the futility of a pyrrhic victory.

As regards my voting criteria .. I don't vote FOR war .. I vote FOR efficient national economic management policy direction.