A Case For Mediocrity

fame, glory, and power motivate many

while others are content to be ordinary

the case for mediocrity

isn’t always easy to see

how living quietly

makes some happy

living without envy

and fame’s frenzy

can be

a friendly journey

without strife

the rest of your life

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Memo to a Supreme Being

for the sake of humanity

bring us together in unity

we’re a troubled society

in desperate need of harmony

help us see

the absurdity

of denying diversity

so that we can live

together peacefully

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Carp Diem

Towering Ambitions

Towering ambitions

like castles in the sky

are for dreamers

who aren’t afraid to fly

it takes a bold person

who isn’t afraid to die

to embrace ambition

to pursue a goal

and bring it to fruition

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Vanity

some wear vanity

like a king’s crown

unaware they look

like a vain clown

their fake façade

is easily exposed

as being a fraud

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Historians

Beneath the rubble of civilizations past

ancient souls cry out to be remembered

from great societies that didn’t last

their wisdom buried in history’s ashes

their lives that passed too fast

who will give those souls peace?

and tell their stories?

of past glories?

historians are the bridges

connecting the past to today

their tireless work

a timeless passion play

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A Brief Look at Redemption

He rocks back-and-forth on the rickety wicker porch chair. He’s everyman, late in life with wrinkles distorting a once smooth face, and body. His life wasn’t spent seeking redemption in real time. His subconsciousness never gave a hint of being interested in the subject.

Memories did sometimes rudely intrude upon his daily routine and reality. As a combat veteran he was intimately acquainted with death. The sight. The smell. The moment he fired at a human being. The horror.

But he just keeps on rocking in his wicker chair every day, a modern response to Old Man River who just kept rolling on.

He isn’t plagued with regrets on not being “saved” by any religion, or by being led to redemption like a sheep on the way to being sheared.

Freedom is his redemption for being alive and having survived many perilous times in his long life. His arthritis a badge of honor. His physical scars medals earned during a long life of adventures. His silver hair a crown of achievement.

He makes no claims of having redeemed others from sins and stupid moves in their lives. He never wanted to lead others to the top of any proverbial mountain. He’s unaware of ever being anyone’s leading light in life.

He just keeps on rocking in his wicker chair every day, a modern response to Old Man River who just kept rolling on.

the end

The Speaker in the Park

I watched in wry wonder

the speaker in the park

with a voice like thunder

some family’s patriarch

preach about end days

as the crowd gathered around

in the smoggy haze

waiting for salvation

and better days

not condemnation

guessing he was mad

the crowd drifted away

many feeling sad

and others feeling led astray

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Tidbits of Truth

there is only one truth

in reality

there’s no guarantee

on what you hear or read

is not a partisan screed

facts are often muddied

with lies

that galvanize

people’s bias

until

tidbits of truth

break through

people must make do

with the tried and true

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