DARKNESS ON THE LAND

I’m dying, she said…
Lady Liberty, tears unseen,
Covered by the falling rain
And the real lovers of liberty
Know they’re real…
 
The document that
Guarantees our rights
Under attack by those
Who wrap themselves
In the flag, while
Dishonoring the words
 
Trampling over two
Centuries of respect
For its authors…
And the rights of
We the People
Extinguishing the torch
 
Dark days have come
To a great nation…
And lies can’t hide it
The darkness that
Liberty long banished
Is upon the land…
 
The bad news unbounded
Dismantling begun…
But We the People
Have just begun to fight

Darkness must not win

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LIVING IN THE DARK

Sir Isaac Newton
A giant in his time
Was he an expert
Whose word should
Rule even into ours?
 
A cleric named Ussher
Concluded in 1650…
Our Earth began in 4004 BC
His evidence…interpolation
From the Old Testament
 
Admired in their time…
But we know they were wrong
Does that mean science
Can’t be trusted…
Or that it works?
 
We live in a time
When science is mistrusted
When many choose to doubt
What their eyes can clearly see
So why do they choose
To live in the dark?
 
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WRITING TO LIVE

Seek and ye shall find
Not everything is
So easily attainable
Not always a matter
Of ability…too many
Possessing great talent
Find limited opportunity
Sometimes who, not
What you know…
The ways of the world
Haven’t changed in eons
 
The greatest sculptor was
Forced to paint a ceiling
Lying on his back? No!
That’s a long-standing myth…
And standing was how he worked
His true love…painting? No!
Marble spoke to him, the
Figures inside begged him
To set them free…
To paint a fresco…the price
Of admission to pursue HIS passion
For years…four to be exact
He labored under orders,
Creating a masterpiece
Renowned worldwide forever
 
Not all find the opportunity
Many great beginnings fail…
But how many find another way
To “share the breathings”
Of their heart? So here I am…
Another sculptor, but this time
Willingly trading bronze and clay
For the words that I hope
Allow me to find my way onward
As I share what I’ve learned
And write to live beyond my time
 
© 2017 Robert Mihaly
 
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DEMENTED

He came from nowhere…
A nobody that nobody knew
What created the rage…
For what else can you call it
That brought a torrent of lead
Raining down upon a festival?
That he was sick…unquestioned
But what do we do now?
It’s still not time to talk about it?
The elephant in the room…
The insanity of guns being
Accessible even to the insane
Driven by the makers…
Purveyors of instruments of death
And the sickness that for too many
Happiness is a warm gun…
And for others…it’s only money
All forgetting the value of life

© 2017 Robert Mihaly
 
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BEWARE A SMILING DOG

Not growing up with pets,
The first I had was a kitten
Already an adult…but
Can’t say set in my ways…
Just had to consider
The circumstances…
A cat fit…a dog didn’t
What I couldn’t have known…
Time spent away brought allergies,
Massive and severe…and lifelong
Once on my own, already too late
The first dogs in my experience…
A gimpy chowhound lab and
A bad-tempered protective mutt…
Certain not to endear me to the breed
So it goes with life…I learned
A dog that seems so friendly
Can quickly bite you in the butt
A fate I narrowly avoided
The lesson unmistakeable
Beware a smiling dog
Are they so different
From some people?
 
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IT’S MEANT TO BE READ

I put it on the page
Then walk away…
I wonder if others will care
Sometimes they do, but
So often there’s
Little evidence they have…
So what can you do?
More often than not
If you do what I do…
You get out a blank page
And start all over again…
Does posterity matter?
I’m doing this for me…
But I’m willing to share
 
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MEMORIES OR DREAMS?

Many years gone by…
Pleasures put on hold
As duty called…
But childhood pursuits
Lost appeal over time
And moments of pleasure
Captured in spite of myself
Weren’t enough to bring
More than momentary smiles
 
Instant gratification gets bad raps
Workaholics glorified…
Nose to the grindstone?
In my opinion, a load of bull!
Can I return to GO?
A balance of industry and joy?
I remember what it felt like
Before my days became
Overfilled with responsibility
And too often bereft of joy
 
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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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