I’m trying not
To always get
Distracted by
Shiny new things
To embrace what I’ve got
And to let
Myself see
What joy that brings
Gene G. McLaughlin 2014
I’m trying not
To always get
Distracted by
Shiny new things
To embrace what I’ve got
And to let
Myself see
What joy that brings
Gene G. McLaughlin 2014
Winter knows
What summer doesn’t
Winter shows us
That which wasn’t
In spring life grows again
In summer we see that couldn’t
Gene G. McLaughlin 2014
From a B-ham jail
In 1963
He wrote a letter
That has made it to me
The fight is still being fought
Maybe always will be
Gene G. McLaughlin 2014
If the system is unaware
Then suddenly refers to itself
Is the system viewing from here
Or observing from somewhere else
Gene G. McLaughlin 2014
Two thousand thirteen
Passed like a fever dream
This year containing
Love loss joy and rage
View time as a guideline
Not a cage
Gene G. Mclaughlin 2013
Your prosperity
Should not come
At all other’s expense
If confronted with inequity
Find empathy
Before taking immediate offense
Gene G. McLaughlin 2013
Sometimes I can’t get the magic out
Wonder is absent from me
So I rise to my feet for a walkabout
To find the obscured I could not see
Gene G. McLaughlin 2013
When summer dies in the mountains
It dies fast
Like a flame in the snow or
The desertion of birds and leaves
All in a morning
Gene G. McLaughlin 2013
When I hear Karen Carpenter
I think of corned beef hash
AMC Pacers
Lines for gas
Johnny Carson
Laminate floors
My mom’s voice
Gene G. McLaughlin 2013
A yellow ribbon
Tied to
An orange Volkswagen van
A shirt
That says
Don’t tread on me Iran
For me
That’s how the eighties began
Gene G. McLaughlin 2013