Rhymes from the Front Lines

Contemplating on a never-ending conflict;
Adding up What Divides Us

The Gospel According to a Prison John
Why you shouldn’t always flush

If you are called an infidel
by Islam’s holy book,
it’s doubtful you will read it all
or even give a look.

And though you might be tempted to,
don’t toss it in the john.
To flush it down as human waste
is not your right. That’s wrong.

Imprisoned soldiers still are men
and worthy of respect.
The things they deem as God-inspired
aren’t targets for our spit.

I guess what matters most of all
is doing what you’d want
if your worn Bible was found out
the moment you were caught.

To desecrate a book or shrine
is what some countries do.
But that is not our nation’s way.
In war there’s justice too.

Adding Up What Divides Us
Why keeping score of the war isn’t easy

It’s been THREE years.
TOO long some say.
ONE wonders FOR what cause.
A FIVE star general in D.C.
admits to fatal flaws.

In war the numbers don’t add up.
The totals are much more
than those who’ve died
and dollars spent.
There’s all the bloody gore.

But don’t forget
what’s been achieved
as freedom spreads its wings.
Iraqi women, kids and men
have heard their future sing.

Graduation Joys and Woes

Calculating the cost of a college education

Just last week my firstborn daughter
(clad in tasseled cap and gown)
proudly clutched her college sheepskin
in a small Midwestern town.

I could see her back in preschool
as she walked across the stage.
But then when she turned and smiled,
my young princess came of age.

In my head I started adding
just how much her B.A. cost.
But those exponential numbers
avalanched and I got lost.

There is more than just tuition.
You’ve got books and room and board.
Then there’s clothes and spring vacation
(and insurance for the Ford).

That diploma’s worth a fortune.
So it makes sense (don’t you think)
that my daughter’s name be printed
with pure gold and not black ink?

Yes, I mined the bank but never found
the hidden Mother Lode.
It’s the price a father pays while
traveling down the Parent Road.

You spend all that you’ve been saving
to invest in your kids’ lives
and then pray they finish their degree
in four years not in five.

Still and all I can’t help wonder
now that Kristin’s finally through,
having majored in psychology
what can she really do?

Did I hear someone say grad school?
Are you kidding? Don’t you know?
I have other bills that beckon
and have two more girls to go.

A Runaway Bride and a Fallen Idol

How two women got themselves in hot water:
Hey, Hey Paula

The High Cost of Cold Feet
How a runaway bride held a nation hostage

Her wedding day was drawing near.
Her nervous heart was chilled by fear.
And from her heart the numbness spread
until her feet were cold.

And with those feet she ran away
creating quite a frantic fray.
Pretending she had been kidnapped,
she wove a web of lies.

There was a hostage nonetheless.
Her childish ways and selfishness
found her fiance caged by stress
and kept him on his knees.

In fact she held us all at bay.
We feared the worst yet knelt to pray.
This one afraid to tie the knot
left us in knots inside.

And so the point I want to make
(much like a pebble on a lake)
is that our acts are ripple-like
involving many lives.

So count the cost before you do
what at the time seems good for you.
For choices always have a price
that someone has to pay. 

Hey, Hey Paula
A new twist on an old hit

Hey, hey Paula, Simon says, shame on you.
Hey, hey Paula, looks like your gig is through.
It seems that this Idol talk may be true.
Paula, Corey was just twenty two.
Big mistake. Big mistake.

Hey, hey Paula, Idols are for the stage.
Hey, hey Paula, Corey was not your age.
Did you really share your bed and your wage?
Paula, your fans are feeling rage.
Take a hike. Take a hike.

True love means planning a life for two
being together when Idol is through.
True love means waiting and hoping that soon
wishes you made will come true.
You were wrong. You were wrong.

(with apologies to the original lyricist, Ray Hildebrand)

Where’s the Beef?

A good question to ask when your chili tastes bad

You’d better eye your finger food.
Be cautious. Don’t be dumb.
Unless you eat your fast food slow,
you might swallow a thumb.

The chunky chili Wendy serves
may not be what you think.
Amid the beans within your bowl,
there might be something pink.

Con carne means it comes with meat.
But human meat? Good grief!
I guess it pays to always ask,
“Excuse me, where’s the beef?”

A German Shepherd’s Anticipated Bark

What we can expect from the new top dog at the Vatican

A German Shepherd’s been unleashed
to bark at, nip and fetch the sheep
who find themselves outside the fold
because their doctrine’s b-a-a-a-d.

St. Peter’s pet will growl and whine
at those who think it’s long past time
to let Eve’s daughters be ordained
as backward-collared priests.

This dog will show his teeth at gays
who protest what the Bible says
and lobby for the right to wed
as if that were the norm.

He’ll hunt down those within the flock
whose actions haven’t matched their talk.
Those shepherds who abused their lambs
and then denied their crime.

This papal pooch will pant and yelp
to save the unborn needing help.
He’ll stand for life and sit for hours
refuting those who lie.

His pedigree has been suspect,
because he learned to genuflect
when just a pup in Hitler’s youth
(a group he came to hate).

Will St. Bernards like Benedict?
Will Irish setters give a lick?
Will poodles, huskies, pugs and labs
join him to chase the lost?

That all depends on if his bark
is recognized in fields and parks
by other sheep dogs through the world
who look to him as boss.

This German Shepherd needs our prayers
to undo wrongs and right old errors
and clarify that faith alone
is what links us to God.