Poetry

-john Carlton hagerhorst-    

 

 

 

 

 

 

ODE TO MY SISTER

 

The trees begin to sing in early April

And early April early in my life

My God did sing and bring to me a sister

That I did need to be forlorn no more

I look upon her as I see God's wonder

Such love, such joy, such beauty's wonder full

God from the bottom of my heart I thank you

Your love is great and named my Margaret

 

 

A Christmas Poem12-26-98

 

'Twas a long night; 'twas mid-winter's night

Th' pantheists laughed for th' comin' o' light

Th' atheists huddled in their huts d'hermite

Determined to demonstrate Nothing is right

Th' Christians and Moslems all sharpened their knives

Eager to kill anyone so unwise

As to not understand that the other told lies

That the one true religion had the hate and the might

To slaughter the world out of piety and spite

Th' Jews, in th' meantime, kept up their old tricks

Maintaining subjugation by threatening dicks

While th' children, all pantheists

Looked on in wonder

As insanity ripped their whole world asunder

 

 

 

 

 

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