MANY MOONS

If we could tell
Tales of many moons
What would we
Have to say?
Only a handful
Have walked on ours…
Yet how many moons
Exist in the gravity
Of distant stars?
Raised on tales of
Travel through space
Distant planets
And their people
Or creatures with
Neon glowing eyes…
We seem to have
Lost our imaginations
My sad reflection now…
A once in a lifetime thing
Will pass by…beyond reach
And beyond my means…
Wondering now…for me
Was it ever in the stars?
I guess it will only
Exist for me in dreams
As I wistfully watch in vain
For another heavenly event
Obscured by clouds
 
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WHAT’S TRUE?

I’ve always heard
The revolution will not
Be televised…but is it true?
We saw an interloper
From TVland…no less
Walk into the seat of power
Creating a massive mess
No gavel to gavel coverage
I remember from my youth
But TV played a major part
Building up the one who
Cannot tell the truth…
What happened was revolting
Half plus would conclude
A bloodless coup so far
But where we’re going
I fear we’re treading on
Dangerous ground…
TV won’t tell the story
When the screen is broken
I see the glint of light
From the torches of anarchists
On the shards of
Millions of TV screens
 
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WHAT DO THEY MEAN BY AGAIN?

We heard them say
Make America great again
But how’s that possible
When only the few at the top
Profit from the labors of the many?
It goes against the grain
 
Dirty money hidden from view
Given in anonymity by the few
Takes choice away…out of reach
They don’t care about our dreams
The essence and reality of democracy lost
All that matters now is their schemes
 
Democracy born of secret votes
Stolen as dirty money buys
Politicians by the dozen
Costly to us…for them cheap
Greatness will only come when
One man, one vote comes back to rule
 
Education they don’t favor
Slavery is their choice
Will this ever truly be
The land of the free and
The home of the brave?
Sometimes I wonder…I do now
 
© 2017 Robert Mihaly
 
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WRITING MY WAY TO LIFE

Writing my way to life
One poem or story
At a time…
Existing isn’t enough
 
Amusements are enough
For some…not me
Death seemed imminent
Without purpose…a goal
 
Even as I sit and watch
The mind is working…
Hopefully never again
At odds with the heart
 
It took self-searching…
Patience and understanding
Taking myself to task until
Now…finally on the right path
 
© 2017 Robert Mihaly
 
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