The Man / The Country

The light of
America
shines late
at night,
we hold our
breath at
the sight
of people
come to
celebrate a
great patriot,
turning into
his second
term of office,
we may not
recognize
the jolly
fair thee well
fellow of
yesteryear,
this man is
serious and
gray, with
the same quirky
smile and
a strong step,
he wears it
well, this
mantle of
leadership
despite the
naysayers
we all see
the beauty
of presidency
the pride and
determined
actions, dancing
with a woman
he loves,
holding the family
close, it seems
to be a pattern:
STICK TO
YOUR GUNS,
even when the
odds are against
you and you are
Black, a man
unlikely to be
where he is,
yet he speaks
not of that,
but of us,
and where will
we go as
citizens of
the most beautiful
country on earth,
may we be
reminded in the
hours of celebration
that we are one,
And bound to support
Our leaders,
the work rolls
on long after
others are asleep,
It’s our watch
that he keeps,
guiding a
nation of
individualists
and rebels
can’t be easy,
but he asked
for the job and
now he must
show us his stuff,
isn’t that
enough to
write
home about? 

 

©J.W.WINSLOW 2/1/13

All You Are

The essence
of life
never fails
us, even
in the mean
streets
the dreams
that break
Spirit,
the rapture
of light
disappearing
from sight
when needed
most,
deepest
fantasies
are part of
the secret
they lie
inside the
curve, the
bend in the
road where
you take
a chance,
and if we
only live
once, then
let this time
shine,
in pain
in love
in gain
the profit
earned with
the human
touch
will tear
your heart
apart
until strings
of remorse
strangle the
raw and pure
passion
instilled at
birth, the
final push
into this world
comes with
a pass, one
way, all day
so use up
those hours
and days
don’t look
back,
it’s useless
to regret,
admit it,
you’re hooked
on the ride,
so relax,
rebel,
enjoy
find your
spot, and
give it
all you’ve got…

 

©J.W.WINSLOW 1/1/13