[tabby title="Poem"] The joyful games of a youthful boy (or girl),Simple pleasures, easily done,Gained from play in freedom’s whirl,Completed in the afternoon sun. Goals and thoughts of a child,Easy fantasy with make-believe,Kingdoms and castles in fantasy wild,Not a serious notion...

[tabby title="Poem"] What shall I say about Leopold,That quaint figure of an age gone,And, a ruler, ‘tho more a rogue,Once, to his power, many were drawn? To claim a land as one’s possession,‘Mid the scramble for African land,Can empire have...

[tabby title="Poem"] The steam locomotive was a wondrous sight,Black and powerful at the deport station,Hissing, puffing, bell and whistle delight,Full of travel for land-crossing sensation. Chugging across the earth’s great plane,With luxury coach and dining cars,Now quietly paused in museum’s...

[tabby title="Poem"] What is this thing we call peace,The end of rumbling tanks and guns,When silence falls on soldiers’ decease,Those missing youths—daughters and sons? Where old men (and women) stumble down the hall,Mumbling about their mixed success,Too busy to make...

[tabby title="Poem"] A biometric trait will let me in,A soul’s fingerprint to identify,So, I’m moving along with the swim,The techy guru is somewhat wry. ‘Tho a homicidal computer won’t let me win,So far, that theme is science fiction,The specious view...