Saturday, November 26, 2022

Rain (The Nourisher)

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: LIFE SONGS


Rain

 

The very substance of life

The giver and the nourisher

Creator of life’s abundance

The lightning and the thunder

We breathe you in and flourish

You clean our precious air

You wash away our worries

In waves of awe-filled wonder

 

Our ancestors worshipped you

And prayed for your return

They sacrificed their loved ones

With reverence they burned

 

We only pray for rain now

When you are gone too long

We plead forgiveness for our sins

And sing our rain dance songs

 

Friday, November 25, 2022

Random Chance

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: LIFE SONGS

 

Random

 

The foundation of science is random chance

The junction of art and science is random

The miracles of religion are probabilities of chance

The discoveries of medicine are measured against chance

 

Our existence in the universe is random

The timing of the Big Bang

The rate of expansion and contraction

The combination of matter and energy

The formation of organic life

The emergence from the cosmic muck

The evolution of lifeforms

The invention of human consciousness

The development of hands

The march of industry

The advance of technology

The path of history

 

Chance

Random chance

 

Had Einstein not been born at a certain

Time and place

Had Hitler been a finer artist

Had countless occurrences been altered

By the slightest margin

Everything would be different

 

Chance

Random chance

 


Thursday, November 24, 2022

Family (Thanksgiving)

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: LIFE SONGS


Family

 

A time to face adversity

Our backs against the wall

We find solace in our family

A place that welcomes all

 

When life has dealt us tragedy

When we feel ourselves in need

We hear the cry of family

A calling we must heed

 

They answer when we need them

And we will do the same

There’s far more that connects us

Than just a family name

 

Our hearts go out to those in need

Who’ve lost their families

While the holidays are a time of joy

How difficult they can be

 

Be grateful for the ones you love

For the happiness that you share

The warmth we often take for granted

The ones for whom we care

 

(Happy Thanksgiving!)

 

Wednesday, November 23, 2022

Mississippi Vanishing (River Series)

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: RIVERS SERIES


Mississippi Vanishing (River Series)

 

The great river of a mighty continent

The pounding heartbeat of America

Runs dry before our very eyes

Mississippi vanishing

 

Did we know it would happen like this?

Did we know it would happen so fast?

She was once the mother of rivers

So powerful strong and vast

 

Will we mourn her when she leaves us?

Will it tear our hearts apart?

It was here that Clemens flourished

The Mississippi blessed his start

 

The great river is now dying

Like the land it fuels and feeds

The warming of a planet

Neglect of its vital needs

 

Monday, November 21, 2022

Bitter Days of War

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: UKRAINE


Bitter Days of War

 

The cold and bitter days of war

Rain down upon our friends

Their cause is well worth fighting for

On us they must depend

 

Our enemy has challenged us

Can we stay the course?

Through the brutal nights of winter

Through the darkest days of war

 

The missiles are still flying

With winter at the door

Do not forget their suffering

In the bitter days of war

 

They’ve fought so hard and long

Through misery and more

Give them all they want and need

In the bitter days of war

 

Sunday, November 20, 2022

Going Down

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: AMERICAN DEMOCRACY


Going Down

 

Manchin and Sinema did their best

Holding back the best they could

With every reason from east to west

For not doing what they should

 

But when the election came around

The anti-democracy crowd went down

 

It’s not supposed to be this way

For the party of the working man

The candidates are supposed to say

This is where we make our stand

 

So when the election comes around

The anti-democracy crowd goes down

 

We won this time

We fought them back

We changed some minds

We’re back on track

But have no doubt they will return

The question is: what have we learned?

 

If they rise to fight again

Will democracy always win?