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They claim he acts like a blubbering fool

as the new Speaker of the land

but they seem to miss the subject

on which he took a stand

It seems to me

the touchy-feely crowd

has a problem with the Speaker

displaying his emotions out-loud


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© Sailor January 12, 2011    All Rights Reserved


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One Eleven Eleven


When I arrived

I started afresh

dreams and aspirations

rivaled the best


At thirteen years

an alter-boy to be

the number thirteen

no significance to me


At eighteen years

eyes opened you see

I joined the U.S. Navy

keeping the world free

No citizen of America

living in this fine land

should ever take for granted

their freedoms are at hand

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©  Sailor  January 11, 2011   All Rights Reserved

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Serendipitously expecting “Truthful” dialog

Glenn Beck has issued a challenge

to all politically responsible leaders in America

he’s not just trying to scavenge


To suppress the voice of one side

because you disagree

is an attempt to suppress the opinions

and thoughts of anyone that is free


©  Sailor  January 10, 2011 All Rights Reserved

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“EC” Environmentally Correct

Remember the vision of an idea coming to fruition?   The light bulb, bright, over-head?

Have we lost our ability to think?

Conservationist say:

"The light bulb over your heads stink."


Now we are left with our Dairy Queen® squiggle,

Dairy Queen

The Environmentalist say:


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 ©  Sailor  All Rights Reserved  January 1, 2011 (rev. Jan. 2, 2011)


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Gosh Amy, to this day I still feel the sting of embarrassment when remembering how terribly I acted.  The late-night storm raged, and the seas were very rough.  Blinded by passions fire, I was all but unaware of the real discomfort you were experiencing.  I knew we were safe, but you did not.  I don’t get sea-sick, but the gale we experienced would make most people uncomfortable.   "Sorry"  Sailor  December 21, 2010

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Once again I’ve become lost

some village by the sea

time drags by so slowly

wondering where shall I be

Vivid dreams to quickly ended

reality sparked the morning light

within my arms you slowly melted

just what did I do last night


We live on separate planets

miles apart most times of the year

during the early hours of morning

"Just bring in the damn anchor!"

" ……yes dear"

Vivid dreams to quickly ended

reality sparked the morning light

within my arms you slowly melted

what did I think about last night


Now sitting by the crossroads

wandering through cobwebs in my mind

seeing your magnificent strawberry hair

images vanishing with time

Vivid dreams to quickly ended

reality sparked the morning light

within my arms you slowly melted

what did I talk about last night


Your interest is quickly fading

you lost the love I thought we found

You’ve purged your vivid memory

landing both feet on the ground

Vivid dreams to quickly ended

reality sparked the morning light

within my arms you slowly melted

what did we talk about last night

©  Sailor  May, 1999  Rev. December 21, 2010  Sailor


Sitting in a coffee house in the middle of the world (St. Paul, Minnesota), I watched a skyscraper grow from the rubble of another demolished downtown (Landmark) hotel.
 The morning sun burst on the scene with a flash
But then downtown I saw all the trash
A fresh new rapping of the Earth
They say it’s progress at it’s birth
Still, I cannot help but wonder why
We have this need to reach the sky
Forever upward with steel and stone
Taking us further away from home
New stores and offices and places to work
But listen, herein lies the quirk
There is a problem we all can see
A great big problem in the land of the free
We need a place to put some beds
A quiet place to rest their heads
For the need of the homeless has reached a state
The problem can no longer be left to fate
Your apathy is there with my regretful sigh
Somehow this problem seems to idle by
So what have you done in your daily play
To help with the plight of your fellow man
Have you lifted a finger or made a sound
Do you think no solution can be found
Your wrong you know without a doubt
All the homeless need is a little clout
A Moment of your Time
Give them your pennies
your nickels and dimes
give them your love
by spending some time
Work for solutions
don’t stand around
unless you start talking
they’ll never be found
I could go on-and-on
with this diatribe
taking you on a trip
and helping you hide
This poem is because
they have one request of you
about your homeless neighbors
and the things that you can do
© Sailor
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