The Poems of David Garlick
Saccharin, self-righteous judgments. Oozing piety and risk less clichés of urban prophets. Never challenged beyond their narrow benign lives. Wrapped in soft comfort of ignorance. Swaddled in shotgun educations. Blinded by lack of experience. Yet noisy in condemnation of other races and countries. Scratch them win nothing, for there is nothing there of worth. […]
Can any one look back and say that they have never made mistakes. Or that their actions, at some time weren’t foolish and now make them cringe. Mostly we blush to think that we said things or did some thoughtless acts. That seemed so smart and full of wit but now seem crass or […]
My dear friend, is failing fast before my eyes. Yet I am powerless to help him in his hour of agony. Now, though but a zephyr of©© that once full gale of zest and fun. I see deep in his dying eyes the humor and his love of life. Then why, must […]
If you listen carefully, You’ll hear the cold sand whispering – with gritty words that itch the ears of men who wonder why – leaders, who with feet of clay, never think to seek the Sand, to ask why hates and prejudice survive the screaming years. Tales as old as desert time, written in […]