Contumely

the dawning of a new year

plods unwaveringly toward

the sheared sheep

while we

the sheep waiting to be sheared

shoot play rockets in the air

blow up balloons

to bring in this new decade

our leaders

from Hussein to the

Senate and the House of Representatives

on down to local elected officials

are spittin' in our faces

and calling it rain

nothing but abuse of power

they're stickin' it to us

because they can

they are not only discourteous

they are sneeringly disrespectful

used to be

once upon a time

there were two parties

in Washington

one balancing the other out

no more

Hussein's party is like pit bulls

always on the attack

never letting go of the prize

the other one

the limp-wristed one's

the Runpublicans

tuck their tails and slink away

while the majority of the American public

is being dealt

degrading and insulting defeat

as religious totalitarianism

can you say theocracy

is beginning to be smelled from afar

(where's the ACLU)

plants its foot

squarely on our backs

somewhere, somehow the idea of government

by and for the people

have been discarded like so many

table scraps

after an elite and smug banquet

while we

find ourselves clinging to beliefs of old

such as

pride in who we are

Americans

not championing diversity

Americans

not Mexican-Americans

Polish-Americans

Native-Americans

Whatever-and-Whoever-Americans

Americans

to stand up for diversity

is foolish and destructive

see what it has gotten us, huh?

the mere word

diverse means different

not the same

different

the crack in the Republic has been widened by that word

if you live in America

legally

you should call yourself an American

fuck the hyphen

standing strong and united

for the mother country

not

putting her down

we have lost our soul

suicide by apathy

a very slow bleed

©December 25, 2009 / Jerry Pat Bolton

Christmas Eve

remembering this day from times past

giddy anticipation

in my thoughts

like an empty glass waiting to be filled

on the morrow when St. Nick

comes to town

would that red Schwinn bicycle

be under the Christmas tree?

Christmas Eve Night

tried to stay awake

gonna catch Santa in the act

always fell asleep

don't know to this day

how I managed

to do that

with all the excited anticipation

that, of course was then

this is yet

another Christmas Eve

I have lived to see

gone for many years

is the vibrant giddiness

that excited anticipation

will I be able to sleep tonight?

visions of sugar plums and Santa

will not keep me awake

still, I've no doubt

sleep will be hard to come by

Christ in the Manger

is on my thoughts

as never before in my many years

on earth

something else

bothers me

this Christmas Eve

a runaway train

not Santa

wondering if he will bring

that red Schwinn bicycle

on Christmas morn

no, a darkening cloud

hovers o'er our heads

picking up speed

like a runaway freight train

as it races

closer and closer

to totalitarianism

in the guise of "helping" us

where is

Christ-On-The-Cross

when we need Him?

when life as we know it is

over

as we follow

sheep-like

those who we trust with our lives

He is there

where he has always been

waiting for us to

come back to Him

and relinquish the unhealthy hold

of secularism

politically-correct-stupidity

and return to sanity

He is there

where He had always been

©December 24, 2009 / Jerry Pat Bolton

What The Hell Is The Matter With Our Leaders?

The Republic developed a crack

When President Roosevelt imposed

His own government takeover bid

Yes

I am aware of the Great Depression

Aware something had to be done

Thing is

He went too far

Making a crack in the foundation

Of the Constitution

With the advent of The New Deal

Or was it A Raw Deal?

Since that creeping government takeover

We've been hell-bent

On surrendering our sovereignty

Each preceding president adding to the total

Except for one

President Ronald Reagan

Now we have a monster on our hands

Now we have a man

Ready and willing to destroy an America

He despises

And turn it into a glorified gulag

Armed with his "Private Citizen Army"

Funded more or greater than the regular army

Are they walking the streets already?

Say ACORN . . .

Nobody sees the evil in this?

In this voter intimidation?

The "high, lofty sentiments" which came into play

For the voters of America

Has foolishly turned over to a vowed anarchist

Has scornfully said

The Constitution needs working on

Refuses to pay respect to our flag

Why?

Because he doesn't think it is his flag?

Health care

Global warming

Obamacare

Don't get me started

©December 20, 2009 / Jerry Pat Bolton

Life's Sonnet #2

The fall season is sad to me,

No joy found in the cooling breeze,

Leaves fall to ground give me no glee.

I think of love's many degrees.

A young love that blooms in the spring,

Grows and thrives in summertime sun,

Everything perfect for queen and king,

But autumn find love almost done.

All that's left is winter's cold chill,

To shatter love's bough to the quick.

Leaving lovers to pay the bill,

And dismantle love brick by brick.

Spring awaits the fair maiden's thoughts,

Will love return or will it naught.

©September 26, 2009 / Jerry Pat Bolton

Life's Sonnet #1

My foresight and reality are one,

I cannot divide them in two, you see;

They help me as I look toward the sun,

Foresight, reality and me are three.

My heart tells me no, look back to the past,

I calm my heart with tenderness and care,

And say there is a future unsurpassed,

If we but reach for it, it will be there.

This inner struggle has cost us a lot,

The pursuit of the beyond scares us both,

Still, it's not too late a dream to be sought,

A paltry weed needs the sun for its growth.

We wake up and look for the morning light,

From it we ascend to infinite heights.

©September 25, 2009 / Jerry Pat Bolton

Freedom

Muslim president
usurper of the throne
hemorrhaging across the land
freedom laid to waste
Flag thrown in the gutter
dispirited, without hope, bleeding within
stunned look on too many faces
bumper stickers saying
don’t blame me I didn’t vote for him
lame excuse
but they just have to say something
dark cloud hovers
smothers and settles down
freedom’s just another word
if spoken gets you sent to the “camps”
works its charm
keeps people quiet
keeps people informing on neighbors
on strangers, even family
citizen army strong, regular army decimated
a terrifying time for some
utopia for the rest
history déjà vu all over again
resistance stomped into the ground
only one voice
The Messiah
ineffectual person in charge
distorted and perverted use of the Constitution
their gods are power and silencing opposition
teaching school children his praises
allowing no descent
run, rabbit, run
hope and change, hope and change, hope and . . .
justice denied
the bully pulpit
the bully street thugs

a faint flame burns for freedom
kept alive by those who understand
by those who risk death
all this
written about
in my novel
Margaret and David: A Love Story

©December 6, 2009 / Jerry Pat Bolton

We Have Some Time

Loveliness
caught me staring
vivid emerald eyes stared back
unblinking
asking the unasked
touching my soul
deeply
saying she understood
approved
of this visual tête-à-tête

Meandering stream
rippling surface current
beneath antediluvian oak
laden with vibrant green leaves
nature's awning
a blanket spread
impending lovers
cool gentle zephyr
unable
twin passion to impede

My trembling hand she took
to her breast
natural crimson lips touched
my bone dry mouth
lingered there
tasting of jasmine sachet
tentative tongue
scorched mine
set off
simultaneous sighs

We have some time
whispered mouth against my ear
hot against passion spent
tangled skirt
twisted pants strewn
hodgepodge
here and there
I knew not words
to answer

Old am I now
life lived did survive
never forgot
nameless girl
ancient oak
summer days of love
tender and good
jasmine smells
memory haunted by her words
We have some time