Pop's Poetry

Split in two by the departure of truth

How can truth die

How can truth lie

By the drip, drip, drip

Of continuous slip

From the faucet of hate

And the lack of debate

How can we fail

Why do we flail

With the lack of concern

Of what we all learn

From our partisan news

Heart’s stone it hews

What is the cure

To return to what is pure

When truth takes it’s place

With the return of grace

Crack the stone inside

Let simple truth abide

Can we get back

To the future we lack

Only time will tell

If freedom’s bell

Will ring again

We the people can win

And heal the land with return of truth

Pops, 7/4/2022

Maybe bad at spelling

But the idea

Of loose faith

Is something ever so

Appealing

Dropping the leash

Let go of the reigns

Open my hands and

Let faith free

From my grasp

It goes where it wants

And flies to the sky

To find nothing

And everything

As it should

I didn’t lose my faith

Just let it loose

It found the way

A path

To return home

Pops 2022

"With All My Love", I always say
But clearly that's not true
For our love grows with every day
And it's all because of you

With every year that passes by
A more beautiful woman I see
And even though you're sixty-five
You're still nineteen to me

Happy Birthday Catherine
With All My Love (so far)

Pops 2021