Lament 2.0 (of a weary traveler)

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I’ve spent my life in an aeroplane
Because I wanted to live on the fast lane
I waved to family and friends
Hoping that some day this will end.

I’ve spend many nights in a room
that some call the presidential dorm
I’ve said bon jour and guten tag
and fought back the jet lag.

I’ve had exotic dishes
that for some are only wishes
and walked the streets of the world
only to get my head all twirled up.

But I know that  with family and friends
is truly were my hearth rests
and home is the place
I long for while I pack my suitcase.

-Stein


 

Some time ago I posted an earlier version of this poem here. I have updated it and created this new 2.0 version. I hope you like it.

Mexico suffers, Mexico bleeds

Mexico suffers, Mexico bleeds
tears roll down a parent’s cheeks
for her loved son has gone missing
and now the entire world is listening.

Alive you were and alive we want you
for this world is not the same without you.
For forty three all hearts now cry
but is only the tip of what has gone astray.

Many, many more are now gone
and only those who are brave press on
to show the king and his goons
that they are only pathetic cartoons

you will be found, hope will never die
as we all together keep a keen eye
and the fresh air of liberty
boldly calls for unrelenting victory.

-Stein

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Traveler’s lament

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I’ve lived my life in a aeroplane
Because I wanted to run on the fast lane
“See you later” I’ve said to family and friends
Hoping that somehow this will end.

I’ve spend the nights in a room
that some call the presidential loom
I’ve said bon jour and guten tag
and fought back the jet lag.

I’ve had exotic dishes
that for some are only wishes
I’ve walked the streets of the world
only to get my head all twirled up.

But I’ve realized that with family and friends
has the good lord my life blessed
and home is not a place
but where my heart with yours rests.

-Stein

O for a voice like thunder…

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This poem is not mine (obviously). It was created by William Blake. I think is one of the greatest poems ever written in English and is by far my favorite. I hope you enjoy it.

O for a voice like thunder, and a tongue
To drown the throat of war! When the senses
Are shaken, and the soul is driven to madness,
Who can stand? When the souls of the oppressed
Fight in the troubled air that rages, who can stand?
When the whirlwind of fury comes from the
Throne of God, when the frowns of his countenance
Drive the nations together, who can stand?
When Sin claps his broad wings over the battle,
And sails rejoicing in the flood of Death;
When souls are torn to everlasting fire,
And fiends of Hell rejoice upon the slain,
O who can stand? O who hath caused this?
O who can answer at the throne of God?
The Kings and Nobles of the Land have done it!
Hear it not, Heaven, thy Ministers have done it!

I am a runner – an acrostic… or sort of…

I am a runner…
a happy, motivated runner
many miles I have threaded
and excited to the start line I’m headed.
Running makes me strong
unfamiliar with the pain I’m not
nonetheless when I run I grow bold
never giving up and always moving on
elated looking for the next PR
running with the pack I am proud.

-Stein