World's Blindness & Poet's Vigil

1) World's Blindness

Man can't seem to see

He's divided

The worlds in disarray;

All us little sheep--

Are now fast asleep

While Satan's on His way!

In the dead of night

He'll burn daylight:

Covered us with blindness;

When we do awake,

It will be too late

Lost somewhere in the stars!

#1376 6/24/06

2) Poet's Vigil

Poet, find your way

In the outward trail;

Quickly, please--today

Write, that man my read

Images deeply glowing

For time is short for all

In the global picture now.

#1375 6/24/06

Note: We have tough choices to make in the future, as this new century moves forward; no magic yet, just hopefully mature actions; we live in a world when hard fingerprints is the one that makes right and wrong legal, not that it is. When I was a kid, when someone said this was "Right, and this is wrong," I was expected to listen; now it is pushed under the rug. We seem to need the editorial pages of newspapers to tell us what's right and wrong, and in most cases the paper is only a view of unknowing, uncaring people putting something out there so they can make a buck, the "Herald Tribune," comes to mind, they got a lot of opinion, comments, they think is written in stone, when in essence, it is some kid green with life, and war, never been in one, never will telling us all what is right and wrong. They are hired because they can come up with fancy words, nice sentences, no common sense, but they can spell; God help us all.

In these two poems, "Poet's Vigil," for example, it should be noted, we as poets, parents, government officials, have a duty to show in words and actions, what is really happening, stretch out the rights and wrongs. And in the second poem "World's Blindness," it is no more than reading a daily international paper, traveling around the world and seeing what is happening: the devil is working overtime, as we play 'Blind Man's bluff."

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