Pop's Poetry

Given enough time
Feelin' the heat
And under pressure,
We turn out OK,
Though sometimes a hot, gooey mess -
Me and my grilled cheese.

Pops 2017

Peace in the world
Love in every life
Health in mind and body
Food for hungry souls
Water for parched lives
Cures for ravaged bodies
Hope for the hopeless
Homes for the homeless
Rest for the weary
Laughter instead of tears
Open hands instead of closed fists
Gentle words instead of angry shouts
Passion
Purpose
Presence
You
Me
We

Pops 2017

There's no other place like home
Nowhere else for us to roam
Like the planet where we live
Let us all begin to give
To Mother Earth love and care
Above all to be aware
Of all the places we can roam
There's no other place like home

Pops 2017

it sits in the barren tree
open to the world and
makes you wonder
how you missed it
in the spring when
it was full of life
just beginning
or in the summer as
the constant trips
back and forth
back and forth
became just a blur
of existence until
the fall came when
all the teaching and
prodding of trial and
error produced the
anticipated results
of a job well done
and a life beginning
to be well led but
in the winter this
empty nest looks so
lonely and forlorn
to those without
context

Pops 2017