Baseball Dad
When you were young,I was too ambitious.I wanted to be a husband, a dad and a pro. Back then—it was hard—for you to be you,and even harder for me to be,the home run hitter, I was supposed to be. So … Continue reading Baseball Dad
Category: POEM
Virtue Signaling
Don’t be hugging and kissing me,if you don’t mean it. If you keep trying to convince me,I’m going to start believing,that you really do. Don’t be giving me your alms,just because you’re feeling sorry for humanity.Let me be, let me … Continue reading Virtue Signaling
Revisionist History
You would hope that history teaches,But I’m afraid it merely preaches:That upon the simple ears it reaches,Would recall—to not repeat—The injustices—it admonishes. By: ElRoyPoet © 2020 Listen to Josh Wilson—Revolutionary song Read: American Schools Are Failing to Equip Students With … Continue reading Revisionist History
Our Peace Flowers
Our Republic is like,A beautiful garden.Our Constitution,The fence that surrounds it.Our Democracy,The gardener who tends to it. People from all over the country,Are welcome to come and admire it.But I won’t allow extremism,To sow the seeds of doubt in it.Because … Continue reading Our Peace Flowers
Self-Sabotage
I’m a poet,I don’t doubt it,Even if,I’m not very proud of it. You can choose,Who you want to be,You’ll just have to,Work at it, too. You might not be,The best there is,But I’ll give you the credit,For what you do. … Continue reading Self-Sabotage
The Fireman
Sitting inside my house,I’m feeling safe in my sanctuary.These wooden walls will protect me,from the evil that lurks outdoors.Come rain or storm, I will survive. But it just doesn’t make sense anymore,if—when I look at the television,I see pain and … Continue reading The Fireman
From Aspirin To Acid Trip
The first time I had a headache, I didn’t want to be bothered in finding out, why I had a headache, so I took an aspirin. The second time I got a headache, instead of finding out, why I was … Continue reading From Aspirin To Acid Trip
Afghanistan
A part of me died—When my son’s time expired. And now that barren groundis sprouting: weeds of cynicism. Where there was once hope,peace flowers and laughter,Now there’s fear and remorse! I grieved when democracy died.They carried my freeman—away in a … Continue reading Afghanistan
It Could Have Been
What hurts the most,is that I should’ve done something.I could’ve tried to change the world,instead of wasting away—a life of liberty— given freely to me. I was carefree then.Everything was so easy then.As the world spun around and around,I didn’t … Continue reading It Could Have Been
Poems Of Grief
It hurts a lot worst,to lose a child than any other….It’s like going on a scenic drive,enjoying the view,looking up, at the rear-view mirror—CRASH—getting rear-ended. When a son dies,the surviving parent feels—like the biggest loser in the world,because they couldn’t … Continue reading Poems Of Grief
Lamentation
I am your guardian angel,hoping that you don’t err,but knowing that you will; watching your every move;hoping you don’t die,but knowing that you will. I’m praying for you,hoping you don’t cry,but knowing that I will. By: ElRoyPoet © 2021 Listen … Continue reading Lamentation
Down With The South
What difference does it make,if we protest, riot and loot?The governors didn’t care about us then,now they’ll care even less. What difference does it make,if we burn down their ivory towers?Weren’t they erected—just to remind us—how rich they’ve become,and how … Continue reading Down With The South
