Monthly Archives: July 2015

Reason Lifts

Altruism hate creates In small mind of that rotten man Who gave up what his life began That altruism hates. Egoism loving gives, To high mind of the higher man, The joy of earning all he can For love’s desire … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry | Leave a comment

Sing to Marriage!

Yea! Praise be to the marriage rite, Sane target of romantic flight, Which off does soar on love’s pure wings While round about all nature sings! What man and woman true have found In each one shares, in happ’ness bound! … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry | 1 Comment

Look Sharp!

Gunned down, murdered, our innocent five; Gunned down, murdered, and no more to thrive. Our soldiers who stood to keep all of us free, Who fought upon land and fought upon sea, Were killed by a moslem, evil, insane, Who … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry | Leave a comment

Evil Is Islam

Evil is Islam is evil; True is the truth of the true. Sick is Mohammed is sick; Judgment is judging him through. Moslems are puppets are moslems, Saneless and wholly insane. Sick are their spirits are sick, Stainful and heavy … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry | Leave a comment

Why Not?

On every news channel, in every newspaper, in every gathering of politicians and military personnel, there was fear. Fear to say it, despite all the evidence. At one such gathering one man stood up and said, “Islam is…” “No, don’t … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry | Leave a comment

Jihad Against Islam

He was a moslem. He had been raised to obey the will of Allah. He could recite much of the Koran by heart. He had been taught to hate infidels. He was sixteen years old when he knew that Allah … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry | Leave a comment

His Happy Space

The space cadet has his eyes well set On the planet called Apollo, And at space-warp speed he will do his deed That brave other men may follow. He strides the sky with a firm goodbye And has no tears … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry | Leave a comment

I Praise

I give my deepest praise to all those artists, writers and musicians, past and present, who give me beauty and joy, and the friends and cousins of these: the soul-gripping sorrow for the ship-wrecked sailor, the delight in a child’s … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry | Leave a comment

Selected stanzas from A.C. Swinburne’s “Hertha”.

I am that which began; Out of me the years roll; Out of me God and man; I am equal and Whole; God changes, and man, and the form of them bodily; I am the soul. Before ever land was, … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry | Leave a comment

True

The sun sinks low, The night does rise; The clouds’ orange show Now greets my eyes. Then darker gray And deeper black Hold steady sway Till day falls back. The day falls back, The sun does rise; The clouds are … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry | Leave a comment