All Poetry

In the style of a traditional Protestant hymn Chorus Jesus hear me, Jesus save me, Lay your hands on my heart, on my soul; I believe in you, I beseech you to lead my life, shape my faith, take control. Verse One My doubts are abundant, my journey is long, for your guidance, my voice I do raise. Send a sign, light my way, hear my thoughts as I pray, precious Lord, I look up full of praise. Verse Two In this world of confusion, I look for the truth, please reach down, give me s

Truth, like the sun, is the giver of meaning to all things. It is the light that provides the power to grow. It allows the flower of honesty to bloom and vision of the eagle to soar. Truth is respect. What if lying and deception were to take a long, intruding and darkening arc across the skies and come between mankind and what is real? That would be the eclipse of truth. And what would follow? Reason would wither. Wandering rivers of ideas would dry up. Giving gardens of huma

I’m smooth, I’m slick I’ve got nails I’m gonn slice you with, I’m like lightning, I’m like thunder you’re gonna wonder where I came from, you know you better run from the Raptor! The raptor’s gonna hunt you down, the raptor’s gonna make sure you know he’s the winner. Maybe have you for dinner. These eyes can see you everywhere, there’s nowhere you can hide, you better step aside when I run by you or I will sliiiiiiiice you. Twiiiice I will sliiiiice you! Why? Cause that’s wha

There are so many books on my shelf, never read, just there for showing off; like me, ostentatious, closed, never to be understood. These books, on a wall so tall, seeming so to be threatening are waiting to emerge and be treasured. Dust me off, undo my dog-eared pages. Unfold the stories that live inside and know how I beg to crawl out and be heard. Put me on your nightstand, let me make you wonder or fall asleep when you have had enough of me. February 5, 2026

A young man in his late 20s, emerged from the Chester Q. Binghampton School of Business. He had a mission. His assignment: to approach someone who was “down on his luck”, present the person with a $100 bill and witness whatever happened next. So, he did. In the park across from the building, sitting on a rustic bench and leaning on a grand old tree, was an old man who had seen better days, to be sure. His tattered coat and pants reflected a life that, at least in recent years