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A Rare Bird, A Strange Duck, One Funky Blog
random thought of the moment:
Man will occasionally stumble over the truth, but most of the time he will pick himself up and continue on.
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poetry
The Signs of the Times
"They fail to read clearly the signs of the times who do not see that the hour is coming when, under the searching eye of philosophy and the terrible analysis of science, the letter and the outward evidence will not altogether avail us; when the surest dependence must be upon the Light […]
Hatred
A conversation with an individual whose privacy I will respect has inspired me to post a poem I wrote about 10 years ago. I was either a senior in high school or a freshman in college. It's not likely to be confused with the works of Robert Service, […]
Death: The Final Frontier
Night Fright
Covered by a blanket
And the darkness of the night
I weep from the terror
And the Reaper in my sight
As I attempt to slumber
The thoughts begin to creep
Into my world of logic
Bringing horrors, dark and deep
My body starts tremble
As my heart begins to pound
Soon I lose sensation
And I cannot hear a sound
Comfortably numb is just a […]
Veterans Day
Decorations
by Robert Service
My only medals are the scars
I've won in weary, peacetime wars,
A-fighting for my little brood,
To win them shelter, shoon and food;
But most of all to give them faith
In God's good mercy unto death.
My sons have medals gleaming bright,
Proud trophies won in foreign fight;
But though their crosses bravely shine,
My boys can show no wounds […]
Victory! Triumph! Glory!
The Song Of The Pacifist
by Robert Service
What do they matter, our headlong hates, when we take the toll of our Dead?
Think ye our glory and gain will pay for the torrent of blood we have shed?
By the cheers of our Victory will the heart of the mother be comforted?
If by the Victory all we mean […]
