A Few Old Verses

A few old verses from my warring, loving sixties:


Flowers bloom,
a nervous groom.
Snows fall,
baby's first call.
Then summers heat,
and small feet
softly running,
till day is done.
12/18/1969


going around the non speaking shelves
the non speaking shelves,
going around those bastard bastions
searching self,
as our sweet cookies
no one steals anymore,
and we rise to humility.
8/10/1969


One nation has taken up a call,
probably saved her from a fall.
In God we Trust are the words of the mint,
engraved on every lowly cent.
And as the missiles roar then and now,
our trust in God will never bow.
3/30/1961



leaving by the 810 seaboard rail.
i hate suffolk on these days,
you're gone on the farmville local,
trudging away in the morning haze.

i'm lost in this play,
cannot summon the right words to say,
muttering inside to convince myself,
you're so much more then a lovely friend.
8/15/1968


Hearts true,
Hearts blue,
Hearts kinda' fine,
Hearts entwined.
Hearts, like yours and mine.
8/3/1964


i saw my son
proud to carry and brandish
a semi-automatic machine gun,
have you ever hated your son ?
you talk of freedom and rights,
but what of spilled guts and sleepless nights.
dear god, let me know when vietnam is done,
let me know when i can again love
my war mongering son.
4/29/1967