Thoughts About:

My first poem:

Ireland was once a terrible place;

No happy hearts, no fancy face.

Then the good St. Pat showed them

the cruelty of all of their ways

and in a shamrock’s leafy tree

showed them the holy trinity.

And oft after that people

would say “Ireland, a place

where hearts are gay.”

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My Second Poem several years later:

THREE SOULS

Three souls looked up at the table

an ant, a man and a dog.

The heavens crashed,

lightening flashed and

Fate chuckled with glee;

The ant had bread, the man was dead,

and the dog had changed his master.

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“Intelligent Design” by a 2010 Athens Ohio Library Poetry Group Member and O.U. professor emeritus Milton Ploghoft:

INTELLIGENT DESIGN

The earth designed as a home for man

Missed the mark of a friendly plan.

With deserts barren and burning hot

And frigid mountains productive not.

The weather too is a shaky gift,

With hurricanes and blizzards

Leaving mighty man adrift

To the whimsy of saints or maybe of wizards.

The design of man is iffy as well,

With eating and breathing inside the same face.

When problem occurs at the slightest smell,

While pleasure and plumbing share the same space.

Was man created ready to go

Or left to invent clothing and shack

To keep God’s elements off of his back

While learning to gather and hunt for her tack.

An orderly design from a Creator on high,

Or chaotic God beneath a blue sky?

Were the challenges smaller for lower life forms

Than man given less than bugs birds and sky?

MP 2010

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