Tuesday, November 6, 2018

A-Voting

[To the tune of "A-roving"; clean and G-rated, if slow tempo, version here]
Election Day, it’s time to vote
Mark well what I do say
Election Day, it’s time to vote
Unless you are a giant dolt
     (Chorus)
It’s time to go a-voting, Election Day!
A-voting, a-voting I’ll fill my ballot with black pen
It’s time to go a-voting, Election Day!
I looked up all the candidates
Mark well what I do say
I looked up all the candidates
Found some were sane and some were nuts
(Chorus)
I went into my polling place
Mark well what I do say
I went into my polling place
For I had studied every race
(Chorus)
They handed me my ballot then
Mark well what I do say
They handed me my ballot then
And to the booth I gladly went
(Chorus)
I filled my ballot out with care
Mark well what I do say
I filled my ballot out with care
For that’s the reason I was there
(Chorus)
When I was done I checked it twice
Mark well what I do say
When I was done I checked it twice
There’d be no rolling of the dice
(Chorus)
I put my ballot in the box
Mark well what I do say
I put my ballot in the box
And got a sticker! Voting Rocks!
(Chorus)

Monday, October 29, 2018

Some responses

I reject the thin offer of your thoughts and your prayers
Sickly saccharine sweet they should stick to your tongue
Their paper-thin promise of protection leaves the space between us
empty

You think you present me with a gift of comfort
When what I need is for you to do and to stand
The gift you are giving is to yourself
As you swaddle yourself in impotent, ignorant inaction



Don't think to tell me of God's will
Where was God when the trigger clicked
When the bullets flew
When blood spilled?

God will not save us
Because God has already given
All that we need
To change the world

Our strength
Our voices
Our minds
Ourselves



How can you expect more bullets to solve this?
How can you expect the threat of death to deter?
Hyped on violence and sick twisted words
An attacker fears no pain

And one more life is one too many

Monday, April 2, 2018

Lord of the Pings

A friend got an email from Amazon signed:
"Best regards, 
Aragorn
Amazon Web Services"
So I wrote a poem:
All that’s on hold is not bitter,
Not every caller is lost;
The password so strong is no quitter,
Root login protect at all cost. 
From sleep the VMs shall be woken
A light from the LEDs springs
Restart all the Blades with ring tokens
The cloud will respond to all pings