Wages of Life

The wages of sin are death. The wages of life are death. We are the unwitting instruments of our own destruction.

Beacon of hope/ Beacon of lies/ Beacon of hope/ You can't believe your eyes

Saving the Future

The American people dream. Democrat politicians scheme. The people plan (for the future, to be able to send their children to college, for a prosperous retirement . . .). Democrat politicians plot (to gain power, to keep their office and all the perks that go with it, to aid their cronies, to destroy their critics and political opponents). If you love America as she was founded, throw these manipulators out of office in this crucial election.

That Resplendent Rhapsody

Of Romney victory

Just Enduring Love

"Just enduring love"- now there is a phrase with more than one meaning.

We the defeated

A people who lost the Temple twice/ A race to whom the world has never been nice/ More than six million paid the ultimate price/ Even though born of one of our mothers was Jesus Christ/ The same might be said of my sunny South/ Who in the 1860s took the blow to the mouth/ But still we hold our heads up high/ As though beseeching Lee and Stonewall in the sky

Fortune's Fading Forecast

No Troubled Troubadour

While his body is out to dinner/ His brain is out to lunch/ He has his share of troubles/ In fact, he has a bunch/ He takes refuge in a bottle/ Trying to escape the crunch/ But it doesn't solve a thing/ Even though the liquor packs a punch/ He has a warehouse full of woes/ That grow worse no matter where he goes/ When he is liquored up, he thinks his name is "Bing"/ But the saddest part of it is- he can't even sing!

Gators are not sentimental/ Sharks have no regret/ A bear with brittle feelings/ Have not seen one yet

My Midnight Observations

1.)Those who talk the most quickly betray their ignorance. 2.)When you are drunk in a bar, all the other patrons are tall, slim, good-looking, and incredibly witty.

Coming in Last

I like second helpings/ I wait for the Second Coming/ I do not want to come in second/ Not even once

Soul Surgery

That . . . dread notion of poets

Fred Escaped Reality

They kept dear Uncle Fred up in the attic/ After he acted more than a tad erratic/ Caught up in the dramatic/ Poor old Fred turned out to be a fanatic