Monthly Archives: November 2014

When altruism was living in the men who gave for giving, When all around were singing, “Oh help, oh help the poor!” When selfishness was blasted and businessmen called nasty, There arose a voice inside me, and it shouted, “Nevermore!” … Continue reading →

If I were a bird sitting in a tree And heard you whistling joyfully, I’d think I lived in an alien state Where men their freedom do not hate. I’d fly about and hear harsh cries From men who march … Continue reading →

The sun had broke with all his might Out of a mount’nous cloud; The spires of man he did ignite With gleaming gold so proud. Each city on the eastern coast Blazed forth a fiery fount, While working people stood … Continue reading →

A bird sat in a rose-bush, A-singing to my love; She paid him no attention Until she dropped her glove. For he lit down and fetched it And held it to his breast, Then flew into the tree-top And laid … Continue reading →

On Thanksgiving Day let all glad men profess To be thankful for happiest happiness, To be thankful for that which comes from high pride To he who has welcomed bright day on his side. The free air of honesty, fresh … Continue reading →

Oh, thankful I am for men and women living Who to themselves know they owe their Thanksgiving; For they’ve worked hard to make their lives complete With eyes and hands obeying mental heat— That furnace of their independent thought In … Continue reading →

High praise to producers I’m singing today, High praise for their courses they steadily stay— Who fashion the fine things by which I do live And set out to trade and, no, never to give. Great praise to their effort … Continue reading →

A couple of blocks away the low, steady, metallic roar of a train of empty boxcars hurls into the dawn. The prelude sun is late; the symphony begun. Now winds rouse; a storm comes from the west. Small drops of … Continue reading →

Was time for the Fabulous Feast, it was, When all of the hunters and farmers about Brought in their turkeys, chickens and doves, And the elk and the deer were cooking up fine. There were beans and berries and beer … Continue reading →

Who fights on to the very end And does not pause, complain or bend, But all his spirit sings a cheer That he’s alive and he is here, Wins every laurel, every prize, While fated time-of-dying dies. His quality of … Continue reading →

For Robert LeChevalier, His life was always his way, Good science was his highway, Accomplishment his aim. With love-of-truth kept young so His steps of joy, they sprung so All beauty rang and sung, oh, So loud with Robb’s dear … Continue reading →

Don’t compromise with evil, Don’t compromise with goons; Just make them strong believers In their doom, doom, doom! March up and on for freedom, March up and on for work, And don’t be giving anything To any commie jerk! Let … Continue reading →

Of Hrothgar the mighty this tale I tell, And the town of the damned that he sent back to Hell. He had hunted all year, roaming far, roaming wide, with naught but his spear, and his knife at his side. … Continue reading →

I’m terminally ill, Yet while I live By my free will My life I’ll take Before my voice Hears not my choice And on I live A bound mistake. To vegetate Won’t be my state,— A mindless thing Without an … Continue reading →