Author Archives: jackpelham

Can you imagine a dayWhen a culture—Long hardened against theft,And having counted it an intolerableMenace to society—Should suddenly change its mind,Congratulating itself on Its new enlightenment—Now heralding theft as a sacred right,Glorifying the plight of the thieves,Dismissing the great cost … Continue reading →

When word of mouth failsTo ignite a movementAs you expected it should,Keep in mindThat it is from the overflowOf the heart that the mouth speaks.

In peaceful moments,Even some pretty twisted peopleCan tell the truthAnd mean you well. They are not completely broken.

When it comes to Their drive to get what they want,I would not put it past themTo orchestrate murdersUnder the guiseOf stopping murders—

Why do they wait for the powerOf the IndwellingTo interact with their hearts and mindsWhen they have the inspired wordsOf that self-same Spirit in print,Wholly capable of working His powerUpon their inner beings?

You can make the many mistakes of judgmentThat are germane to the painstaking processOf solving an important puzzle completely— Or you can make the one mistakeOf not trying to solve it. The choices are up to you. And then come … Continue reading →

Even the scholarRuns the riskOf missing the detailsOr mistaking the connections. He may do it less often,But still, he does it. The human mindHas its vulnerabilities.

“Hatred” used to be a noun several centuries ago (when I was a kid), and “hate” was the associated verb. More and more people today use “hate” for both the verb and the noun. Oh, and don’t forget the adjective … Continue reading →

Written in response to a Facebook friend’s suggestion for a hard-to-rhyme poem topic—the friend having pledged afterward to supply a drawing of said Platypus, which I have not yet seen, but am still patient about, because I’m cool like that. … Continue reading →

Written in reply to a rhyming challenge from a Facebook friend. I sing to you, dear Orange,Using rhymes, both true and strained.I see you as a soringeShooting sugar in my veins. But that’s not all, sweet Orange,For I have more … Continue reading →