Blogged Poems of DAD

There is never a blogging holiday… As there is always someone who has something to share or say Now that bloggings pay… The situation is blog without delay Blog is relatively new a word… A term that is taking off like a swift bird For $2.99 a month, one can spill one’s guts… On any topic…... Sign in to see full entry.

Friendly fire… oh how tragic Friendly fire… oh so real The realities of war are so brutal… Death for friend and foe Yet the fighting forwardly move… In a culture of violence and evil Friendly fire from the skies… Friendly fire on the battlefield Tears pour ceaselessly for fallen heroes… Killed by... Sign in to see full entry.

I have a thought… but I am unable to write it out Expressing it is so difficult… And words are so scarce right now I am thinking about something… I know that it is worth sharing Writer’s block must be my condition… I feel so helpless… and lost I am surrounded by motivation… I feel the energy of... Sign in to see full entry.

As the war in Iraq continues… Opinions are not difficult to encounter Everyone is now an expert… And appears to possess a personal solution Maybe it’s because so many have not been touched until now… Or the impact is universally poignant and worrisome Whatever the case, the conflict is real… And... Sign in to see full entry.

Another day of fighting Another day of wars More casualties to count More wounded mount Prisoners of war increase Propaganda consistently release Who do we believe? Missiles and bombs hit their targets Occasionally, they stray- killing the innocents Reality of wars becomes transparent The cost is... Sign in to see full entry.

A teen experience to treasure… Reflecting on the first love… the first kiss Living through the many challenges of finding that perfect one… Surviving triumphantly the unexpected disappointments Realizing and exploring the complex world of relationships… Perfection is simply an idealistic thought... Sign in to see full entry.

I saw the snails marching… Onward to the damp chairs for the night Their light moving and systematic sounds become more audible… Without light… they were cognizant about their whereabouts Slowly but real they climbed up on the outside wet furniture… There they stuck The only thing missing I thought…... Sign in to see full entry.

If I was a number… I would be counted out If I was a letter… I would be spelt out If I was a cloud in the sky… I would travel the universe throughout If I was time… I would tick steadily away If I was eternity… I would remain a mystery If I was a mighty ocean… Peace I would keep If I was the sun in... Sign in to see full entry.

The music in the air is so loud… Yet it goes unnoticed daily The melodies are of wars and rumors of the same… Things considered unimportant and remotely real to the routine of simple survival The mass of the peoples are accustomed to a life of conflicts… And have adjusted a long time ago Truly, wars... Sign in to see full entry.

Love is always a thought worth exposing… It is peace of mind and heart It is the common denominator of peoples living in harmony It is the source of true existence Love is not hateful Love is not warring Love is unending… And it is the source of real spirituality Love is like the beginning of a new... Sign in to see full entry.