Poems Winter 2025-2026

1. A Redacted Quora Answer On a Poem for How I Feel Today

I read him... and I know now.
I am only as good.
Time and chance take the world by storm...
The prize is to the politicker,
The master is the one whom is bestowed graces.

As I realize, a certain politician
Was the only one my dad feared to criticize
As his voice cracks and he tries to sound tough
But I know it is dangerous.
Never were Americans afraid of a president like he were a king.

And eight years ago, the plague had not come,
And I say, "Listen to thy poets,"
But no one does,
As I made popuri out of yarrow
And diligently made sure it wasn't tansy.

The wall of computers now are our hell
And do our deepest thoughts.
The school is for teaching you how to prosper
Not to teach you eternal truths.

And I say, "When shall I be enraptured?
"This is not my America, where the small town must poke
"Rifles out their window, to shoot the mad men from the city
"Who wish to kill the farmer."
And the Country Boys sing of the stars falling
And the Black Boys sing of their father the thief.

I am told it was always so...
Yet Papa was a rolling stone
And there was poetry in our people at a time long ago.
Now the white nigger flashes his wads of cash and glocks
And the country star inartfully sings his war propaganda.

I say... it has not always been so.
For today, more than any other time,
There is no poetry.

2. Psychobabble

Therapy is the ultimate Machiavellian manual.
Distance yourself,
Love is toxic,
Be selfish and love yourself,
Set a thousand boundaries so you never can get too close.
Divorce.

3. ICE Came

ICE came for the Navajo because he was red.
ICE came for the Pennsylvanian because he spoke in a Dutch accent.
ICE then came for you.

4. Knowledge

Know?
Perceive.
Understand.
Look and listen.
Check what is real.
Read, write, visualize; mull.

5. The Truth

As I listen to
A pure hearted sermon, dad
Watches staged murder.
High and religious, the blonde
Victim kills her rapist. Black

As scum is his sermon. Wise
And perfect is mine. Fill your
Head with poetry, science 
And math. So you will find peace.
Give place to no evil thought.

6. The Squirrel Song

Driving down the highways
The squirrels chance the wheels;
Like a sinner saying, "My way,"
They stop the car and squeal.
But remember, my son,
One day the cars will run
And the tire will lay you
Spreadeagle on your back.

7. A Stanza for a Country Song

So you write a couple chapters,
Say you write them well.
You send them to the publisher
And wait there for the mail.
You keep them on the internet
And nobody says they're good.
You know that can make a man crazy
Crazy as a loon.

8. H. L. Mencken

The gods die,
Yet as I read your quote
A bird nested upon my windowpane.
Saying to me, "Look, there is good,
"And H. L. Mencken cannot understand it."
I'm sorry... God is real to me
Because of the pleasure and comfort of the Joy and Peace He brings.
And that is why God never dies,
But in 6,000 years of human history,
Keep having revival after revival,
And about dead, people see the mischief and chaos,
And believe once again in El Jehovah-Jireh Jesus Christ.

It was said before, and said again--
Man makes war, man sees his own evil,
But 50,000 virgin's blood, or 25,000,
The Sword of Christianity liberates them.

Also, I forgave a sinner,
And winked at a homely woman.

9. Victor Davis Hanson

Evil is ancient-- We both said it, never knowing one another.
Yet, what I was thinking about were the Romans and Aztecs,
And making them analogous to our current issues.
How we tend to, as Americans, remember our golden age
When the worst among us were better than today's saints...
For love abounded in those days, and I remember it well...
We tend to think it were the oldest--and it is actually--
But then I remembered Ransom's fight with Winston
And Perelandra's Eve saying the Devil's words were old.
Yet, I remember that Good is also ancient, and so I said
"Just like good." 

For our homosexuals are ancient: and so is the rampant swindling...
It has existed in India forever, and Juggernaut would trample
The suicidal worshipper. It's just the better part was my first experience,
And innocence my first thoughts, like any true child.
So, we must remind ourselves, evil existed before us.

10. Global Warming

February's Fay came on January 17th,
2026, this year. I saw a leaf bud already
On a neighbor's sickly tree. The temperature
Is 39 degrees, with a few days below 30. 
Orion is where he should be.
And so is Goliath. I am wondering...
Why did our elites suddenly discredit it?
I saw those leaves on the sickly tree
Sprout in November. Very strange winter
We're having. Very strange weather.
Also, the Samara twigs are still hanging
On the trees, and some of the leaves
Haven't fallen yet on many of them.

11. Saw an Indian Snow

Saw an Indian Snow, the pink clouds
Lighting the snow like it were the pink star.
The bright light warm, and peaceful,
As the sunset falls in the Western horizon,
A little southern is the sun, since it's winter.
Then, it shifts from warm pink, to mauve;
And the snow itself shifts too, taking upon itself
The color of the sky.

12. Gestalt

I think I am in the withdrawal phase...
Having acted all I could,
And never being satisfied.

Yet, perhaps it is that I am satisfied;
As Boethius was with Philosophy?

Perhaps that is why I withdraw.
I learned... fighting the war on the outside,
Is not as important as winning the war on the inside?

Is that not Philosophy's purpose?

13. Socrates Without

Socrates without his interlocutor
Is about as much sense...
So you may believe they are worthless,
But the opinions of other men,
Though disagreeable,
Are not to be erased because you won.
For then the argument makes no sense
Without them.
And this is why censorship is wrong.

14. Civil War

ICE and IRS fight their civil war
And the American people suffer.
Antifa and Proud Boys riot in the streets
And the American people suffer.
Let it go.

15. The Horse's Plough

The smell of the horse manure
Wafts up into my nose.
I walk, beating my chest,
"I am my enemy, not the world outside."
So I beat my swords into ploughshares,
And I do not learn to war.
The lake is frozen,
But the air and sun are warm.
It is better to be the horse
Taking the plough
And to ignore the world's warfare.
For it is not my war:
My war is much more severe than that.
I do not want it...
I fight you, o my adversary,
By taking the reigns and to plough
My heart's fields, and forget trouble in the world around me.

16. The Modernist Way

The modernist way
Is to make all things fay
As ugly as hell
And use it as a spell.
That is why no one is happy.

17. Buddha and Christ

I walk down the path,
And I consider, why He?
Jesus Christ my Lord?
And I consider Buddha
Whose feats impressive, seemed more

Like a warlock than
A genuine human being.
And Christ walked the walk.

I ponder myself,
That I, a glorious sage,
If I ever were...

If I could heal, or
Do any of the things they
Both did, and power
Proceeded from my voice. Shook
The world... were't not perfect.

I was stifled in
Inaction, and couldn't live.
I was imbalanced.
That is why I, nor Buddha
Could ever satisfy aught.

We were both too selfish. So
Do not worship us.
Though he a warlock and I
A scholar... neither
Of us lived the way Christ lived.

18. A Response to Atticus

“To be a poet,
“Arrange a broken flower
“So it’s beauty comes.
“Yet, know, youth’s bloom is fragile:
“Some things cannot be repaired.”

19. Watching the Theater

A woman played her conga drums,
Perfectly timed, expertly rhythmed.
The crowd at the theme park waited,
Silently listening, avoiding the heat.
She had played her best performance
And thought to receive thunder.
Only silence.

The company were too hot,
And didn't know what kind of show it were.
We didn't know...
Yet, years later, I still think of her
And her excellent performance.

I wish I had applauded then...
But the strangeness of it all
And the heat of the day.

20. Let America Burn

Let America Burn.
The illiberal gangbangers,
The mobs policing free speech,
The fascists arresting citizens and lawful workers,
The country bumpkin who only knows "guns, beer and titties",
The political manipulators,
The LGBT agendas,
The rich politicians,
The Atheist Illuminati Spies,
The greed,
The lasciviousness,
The bad educations, 
The colleges that undermine the students' faith in our ideals.

When I say burn it to the ground,
I don't mean Paul Bunyan or Johnny Appleseed.
I don't mean Mount Rushmore.
I don't mean our history.
I don't mean our science.
I don't mean our constitution.
I don't mean our freedom.
I don't mean our faith.
I don't mean our police or military.

I mean, burn down the institutions that took that all away.
And to give liberty and justice for all.

21. I, Like Mary

I, like Mary's witness,--
A child seeing things, she a woman,--
Didn't understand the details,
But saw the effects.
So she told Luke what she told him,
When it was merely coincidence
That they went to Bethlehem where Jesus was born,
And she thought it were for the census;
It was so their son could be born in the city where David lived.
I told the YouTuber what I witnessed...
But was wrong in the particulars.
But, I witnessed it all the same,
When Churches formed, and the slow decay
Of my denomination.
Be a little patient, if the facts don't add up,
That is a doctrine to understand...
For in-between the lines is where the true story is told.
Not the pedantics.

22.  A Poet on Descartes

To empty all my beliefs---
Let me do so. 

I see a world outside of me.
When I am awake.
I cannot sway it.
I cannot change it.
I can take its material
And shape it.
I can look at it
And report on it.
I can witness it.
But what I haven't witnessed
I cannot say is true.
What I witnessed
Are wills in opposition to mine.
A whole world, and many places
Where they create the way.
And that way you follow.
Or you do not eat.
Or you get thrown in prison.
Or the gun ends you.
Yet, there are also pleasures...
Good food...
Bodily pleasures like sex and soft furniture...
Emotional pleasures like love, peace and joy...
I see collective wills that shape fortune
And enable a soul to prosper,
Or hinder said soul and he starves.
And I see collective wills should foster
Care, and build a world where all can eat from their work.
For work tools the materials of this world,
And shapes them into useful objects.
And we should be free to tool our work
Be it intellectual, to create pleasure or wisdom,
Or material, to feed and comfort.
And we should be free to witness, and speak whatever we see
With no fear of punishment.
And then why do I believe in God?
Specifically Christ?
I look up on His life like I were a geometer,
And I say, "Without this proof, we could not have an evident
"Proof of what life we should live.
"For certainly, other wills make us have pleasure or suffer,
"And it seems this man, Jesus Christ, gave us a template
"To benefit mankind, rather than make man suffer.
"No other sage was like Him, who had both word and deed.
"And I suffer for what I have done to cause harm to others.
"And Christ releases me from this burden
"So I can be light, and not ashamed
"And do the good thing for my neighbor 
"Which I couldn't when I was too ashamed."
And then I look upon the chain of witnesses...
And see Christ was witnessed and accounted
In four self evident tautologies; corroborating His life.
And I say, "Where two men see a thing, what they account
"Together, proves the thing were true.
"What things a reliable witness remembers about a conversation
"Are reliable. And can be accounted as true sayings.
"For I remember stories I heard as a youth;
"And I speak them verbatim.
"And then they are written, and accounted for many generations."
So I know.

23. William of Orange

William the Conqueror comes riding in on his steed
Saying, “Look, o look, at all of God’s bad deeds!”
I look, and I say, “You haven’t a clue.”
And he says, “Why, yes, yes I do!”
And he has all the same critiques of my faith,
Talks about pomegranates and figs and is so irate.
Yet, what did you do that were so good?
Did you feed the homeless, heal the sick,
Or did you make burdens of proof?
Did you annul the righteous and destroy their hope?
Did you unbind the captives or the oppressed unyoked?
All your critiques are the same lame old ducks.
I’ve thoroughly refuted them, but would not say so much.
Greeks were from Canaanites, and Canaanites Amorites my sore
Friend of the bollocks, you have no new criticism of yor.
I say I still believe, and do you know why?
Because you’re just a lawyer, and very unwise.
What did Christ say about the Lawyers you see?
They bind yokes which they will not touch, for they are so heavy?
And do you not, o William of Orange the same?
When you come to conquer, but don’t know a thing?
If you were interested in a genuine faith,
You’d listen instead of argue, and rail and debate.
And may I say, the Hebrews were evidenced you see,
To predate the Greeks by a millennium you see.
More so, as if you account the true faith,
I’ve documented it all, which you seem to hate.
I would have spoken to you, I would I would,
But you said, “He has egg on his face,”
And you know what, you would.
For you are a judgmental tyrant it's true
And a blaspheming, railing, incurable…

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