Saturday, August 26, 2023

The Rhine (River Series)

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: RIVER SERIES


The Rhine (River Series)

 

Among the most glorious rivers of Europe

The Rhine courses through six nations

From its birth in the Netherlands

It traces borders dividing Switzerland and

Lichtenstein, between Austria and Germany

It defines much of the French-German border

The magnificent Rhine graces the grand cities of

Cologne, Duesseldorf, Rotterdam and Strasbourg

Combined with the Danube it fed and fueled

The Holy Roman Empire

To know the Rhine is to know much of the

History of Europe

A history of triumph, conquest and tragedy

For civilization follows the path of the great rivers

Wars are drawn to their boundaries

Fates are determined by their bounty

The Rhine is the glory of Europe

And yet may mark its decline

Thursday, August 24, 2023

A Killer Kills

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: PUTIN

 

A Killer Kills

 

The Wagner boss is dead now

And no one is surprised

When you cross the man in power

You know you have to die

 

A liar lies

A tiller tills

A wise man why’s

A killer kills

 

How many have to die?

In one man’s quest for power?

For none will ask him why

This is the killing hour

 

A painter paints

A miller mills

A fainter faints

A killer kills

 

He shot Prigozhin out of the sky

Like a duck on a frozen pond

Putin wears an expression wry

As he waves his killing wand

 

A sinner sins

Attorneys make wills

A winner wins

A killer kills

 


Wednesday, August 23, 2023

Babble

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: LIFE SONGS

 

Babble

 

They do not speak my language

They listen with their ears

But my words never quite form

They tell me I’ve lost my voice

They say they know how to find it

But they do not know me

They do not know where I come from

They do not know my language

I try to learn their words and syntax

But they carry a foreign sound

They will always sound strange

A sound less than genuine

For they do not speak my language

And I do not speak theirs

We speak across one another

We listen and nod and take it in

But we know it does not belong

Our hearts and souls reject it

Like the babble of ancient lore

We are of different tribes

We come from different ways

Our words rattle in other voices

Our ways cannot find home

Someday we will find a bridge

Someday we will find connections

That remind us we are one

Until then we can only nod

And pretend we understand

 


Monday, August 21, 2023

Fallen Souls

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: LIFE SONGS


Fallen Souls

 

Remember when the end of time

Was an amusing notion?

Remember we pretended that

Love came in a potion?

Little did we know that we

Would live to see revealed

The end of everything we love

The secrets we concealed

 

We are not evil people

We are not fallen souls

We have lost something sacred

We need to make us whole

 

We look back with rueful fondness

On the days that came before

Before the darkness, before the storm,

Before the latest war

We wish we could go back there

Before it all began

To when we were the chosen

The leaders of the band

 

We are not ill-intentioned

We’re not without our charm

We never wanted hurtful things

We did not wish you harm

 

Those days that we remember

Were not the way they seem

The days of simple innocence

They happened in a dream

Where everyone was happy

Where no one went to war

Where everyone we knew

Shopped at the local store

 

We are not evil people

We are not fallen souls

We have lost something sacred

We need to make us whole

Sunday, August 20, 2023

Fleeing the Fires

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL WARMING

 

Fleeing the Fires

 

(for the people of the Canadian Northwest Territories)

 

Fleeing the fires of human neglect

Midnight past the waiting hour

The brave rise, the cowardly reflect

What more can we do but cower?

 

A storm travels a long, lonely night

It screams of boom thunder quaking

A sky of calm darkness filled with light

The planet is gradually awaking

 

The creatures of the forest know

The wolf, the hawk, the silent owl

They search for safety high and low

Grim visage is out on the prowl

 

We fight, we pray, we scream and shout

We call out to the gods of all wonder

Reveal to the innocent a pathway out

Before it takes us all under

 

But the gods can only shake their heads

In deep sympathy and fool sorrow

The vengeful monster has already been fed

No power in heaven can alter tomorrow