Sunday, May 8, 2011

"See You In The Movies"

You always filled our minds with laughter
With your jokes while your beloved spouse
Filled our stomachs with delicious turkey
With all the trimmings when Andy welcomed
Me to partake of your holiday feasts when
The weather was cold but hospitality warm
As you let me enjoy the feeling of family
Since otherwise I would have been alone
So you'll be sorely missed even as you see
The wonders of Heaven and don angel wings
With the son who preceded you into mortal
Reality while we who are left behind pray
You receive a fine room in God's mansion.

                   In Memory of Robert Regan May 7, 2011

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Bittersweet Day For Our Nation

Osama Bin Laden is finally dead
Killed by bullet through the head
Who caused much fear and dread
His body now full of lead
Ambushed on weekend royal couple wed
Who to the sharks was fed
Lost to vastness of ocean bed
For whom no tears were shed
Condemned to fire of lake instead
Done in by discipline of SEALs
Who taught him how it feels
When reality from Earth quickly steals
Him whose soul into Hell reels
So there are no more deals
Made with Satan who deviously wheels
Him into inferno without any meals
And he is crucified by heels
So he never before Jesus kneels.

                            Dewster(6)/19/26-18:DUCK2431--05/02/2011

Sunday, May 1, 2011

The Consort The Angel Gave

At even the most temporary pause
From the audience did erupt applause
Floating in music past Death's jaws
While avoiding the evil one's claws
We knew effect but not cause
Ignorant of the relevant divine laws
Sheltered in a hall of straws
Judged by volume of infants' bawls
And how we answered Lord's calls
When sent to apocalyptic front line
Praying for some sort of sign
That all would end up fine
Once double helix of Osama swine
From planet we manage to disentwine
Though mercy demands we be kind
To those caught in neutral bind
Who to divine Grace were blind
And to no concrete God assigned.

When I Consider The Sublime

Love is a spiral that grows from an infinitesmal point
Into a circle that encompasses the boundary of Universe
Held together by the omnipresent weight of a black hole
Even as every rhapsody to your beauty is one projection
Of desire among the near-infinite projections of humans
Since before the creation of the Cosmos where we try
To solve the mysteries of life and death while children
In ignorance of higher powers learn to read and write
And parents test the frontiers of consummation with mad
Intensity unable to overcome limitations of their heart
Soul and body held to this world by irrevocable gravity
Until we are released from this prison to freedom given
To those who find themselves dealt a hand of mortality.

                       "Genius"(5)/41/26-18:DUCK2412--04/13/2011

Saturday, April 30, 2011

My History In A Nutshell

Well advanced at becoming Bob Frost
At Dartmouth I my mind lost
And was from Ivy League tossed
Put into therapy at considerable cost
To have my brain teeth flossed
By the Doctor who me bossed
Every night when I'd get sauced
Dewing my duty at my post
In Hospital where I was host
And met the beautiful female Jill
For whom over dale over hill
I trekked when I was ill
Until I found the perfect pill
To keep chemical imbalance demons still
(Which make romantic chances virtually nil)
Even while perfecting my poetic skill
I hope will pay the bill
For sodas on which I fill.

                 STEALTH(4)/32/17-09--2/23/02

Together As A Sober Couple

We're discovering what we've been missing
In the process of remembering what we have
Forgotten in our days of beers and drugs
Consumed without regard for the greater
Pleasures to which we might have been privy
Even as we pursued our party ways and lost
The innocence with which Lord blessed us
In our joyful adolescence when we laughed
With the totality of our souls longing
For the sweet succor of teen-age fulfillment
While now we try to regain the bliss we missed
To the ignorance induced by the intoxicants
We mistakenly assumed would lead us
To the liberation of divine salvation.

                   Duck(3)/33/24-16:DUCK1593--01/14/09

Friday, April 29, 2011

The Origin Of My Uniqueness

When The Lord told me to be God
I followed His order without compunction
Dewing the job the best way I could conceive
Accepting my fate and being ready to die
To further the notion of a worldly illumination
Until I was detained for suffering an illness
By authorities unable to comprehend a reality
Based upon a personal divinity I couldn't deny
To the shrinks who interrogated me with desire
To save me from the abyss into which I dove
Fully conscious of the consequences of my actions
Going with the inarguable flow of a raging river
Heading towards the falls of a supernatural insight
Tumbling down the mountain of the sacred Self
In Whom I trusted while society ruled me insane
And subjected me to the necessity of medications
Sedating me so I could not complete divine mission
To which I honestly felt the Deity had called me
If I hoped to achieve salvation for this mad planet.

                Roger(1)/31/24-16:DUCK1510--10/23/08