Abortion

The Supreme Court
Has started a slow distortion
Of a woman's right
To have an abortion,
Packed by the Conservative Right,
They may still win this fight,
Returning our land in stages
Back to the Middle Ages.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz

Moderation

Let not some hotheads
Lead the nation,
Let government act
With moderation,
Let the three branches
Running our land
Rule in cooperation,
Let not the President
Become the dictator
Of our nation.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz

I long for...

I long for this,
I long for that,
Long for I don't
Know just what,
I long for all
I haven't got,
I long for other
People's lot,
Frankly, my friend
I'm in a rot.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz

Second Hand Andy

Hand me down Andy
Looked like a
Second hand dandy,
Though he looked shabby,
His belly quite flabby,
He seduced second hand ladies,
Occasionally, fathering babies.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz

Fear

We have nothing to fear
But fear itself
Till into the reason
For fear we delve,
Than, if fear is justified,
The needed adrenalin flow
Should not be denied.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz

Cloud

Bush is on a cloud
Which does not exist
When with his wars
He must persist.

It's time to put
The sword aside
And watch the
Sliding dollar tide.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz

Primary Choice

Comes the selection
Of a new candidate
For the next election,
Family Bush may designate
Jeb as their selection,
This way the country
Can advance and go far,
Continue forever
The old Iraq war.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz

Save Social Security!

If you're sixty-five
And, god forbid,
You're still alive,
From Uncle Bush
You'll get an invitation,
The Cyanide Clinic
Will be your destination,
Here is the deal,
You'll get a fine meal,
Swallow a pill,
Feel a slight chill,
Uncle Sam taxes your will,
Include a cyanide services bill,
You'll go into peaceful obscurity
And saved will be Social Security.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz

An Old Romance

I'll always remember you,
With the wind and the rain
In your hair,
Your striking beauty
A vision so fair,
A lifetime has passed,
But each morn as I wake
You're still with me - there,
Etched in my memory
Forever you'll be,
Though ours was just
A short vacation affair,
You probably forgot,
But I still deeply care,
For me, a sweet dream,
Yet, a lasting pain,
Because never, ever
Can love like this
Be mine again...

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz

From Nothing to Nothing

From nothing we built
A great, free republic,
Governed by the people
For the people,
Endowed with a spirit
Of liberalism, democracy
And freedom for all.

From nothing we built
An empire, loved, respected
And emulated by all nations
For its liberalism, generosity
And caring avant garde leadership.

To nothing we'll bring our nation
Where a corrupt, self-centered
Leadership, just interested
In their own election, caters only
To the interests of the special few
And the military-industrial complex.

To nothing will come a nation,
Hated and feared by other countries
For their imperial war policies,
Theocratic ambitions and animosity
To a liberalistic way of life.

To nothing will come a nation
Not ruled by the people for the people,
A nation which surrenders its
Productive facilities to others,
Devaluates its currency by going
Into deeper and deeper debts,
While the people lose their
Constitutional liberties to a
More and more conservative,
Theocratic and authoritarian
Government whose hidden motto is:
'Let the people be damned.'

Wake up America before it's too late!

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz

Sinner and Saint

Sinner and saint
Have one thing in common,
They're rare and quaint,
For in this bland society
We have mostly
The common garden variety...

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz

Windows of your Eyes

Through the windows
Of your eyes
I perceive your soul,
The turbulence within
Like waves on a beach
Pounding away,
The tide and the ebb
Of your feelings
In a scene
Where my heart and mind
Meet yours
In close proximity...

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz

For the Children's Sake

They hated each other
With a passion,
Yet lived together
In some fashion
In a marriage - long dead,
Although they shared a bed,
But any love or affections
Were satisfied by
Extramarital connections,
Thus, they lived together
As creatures of habit,
Keeping up appearances
Of the middle class Babbit,
Expounding on the values
Of society and family,
But their marriage,
A calamity.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz

Decline

'We need philosopher kings',
Long ago Plato said,
Instead we have crooked grafters
By special interests paid,
'We need reverence for life'
Albert Schweitzer stated,
His advice - ignored, berated,
'A liberal democracy we need'
For America to succeed,
Instead by cursing 'liberals'
Conservatives freedom defeat,
And, finally, instead of
A leader of quality, renown,
We elected an incompetent clown.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz

Stubborn Consistency

We have a leader,
None too bright,
Certainly, no shining light,
Whose selection
Pointed our country
In the wrong direction,
With his Iraq war policy,
Enforced with a
Stubborn consistency,
A consistency
Which one may find
Is the signature of
The more common mind.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz

First Love

Ah - first love,
The very first time,
Feelings - divine,
Experiencing the sublime,
Never, ever again
Can love be the same,
Etched into memory
Like a heavenly symphony.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz

Lily

Lily loved Habib with a passion,
Assisted his act in every fashion
And everyone would swoon
When Lily danced to his tune
And she felt needed - wanted,
But soon Habib took her for granted,
And when with girls he'd start to flirt,
Lily was mad and deeply hurt
And finally she killed him in revenge,
Biting Habib right through his pants,
That's where the tale of the
Snake charmer and his cobra ends.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz

Greener

The grass always
Looks greener
On the other side,
Till on a closer look
You may decide
And find the
Neighbor's grass
Is not as green
As it may seem,
Then, you're happy
With your lot,
Appreciate
Your own green plot.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz

Tear

No one will shed a tear for me
When at the end of life I cease to be,
For I was never lovable or kind,
A greater egotist you'd rarely find,
A selfish hedonist who never cared
How others felt or fared,
Without concern for family or friends,
I always satisfied my own particular ends,
Thus, did I lead a full and happy life,
Always avoiding problems,
Complications, strife,
Carried on as if there is no tomorrow
With disregard for difficulties, sorrow,
Lived in the pink - enjoyed with a zing,
Will die like a dog - but lived like a king.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz

Generations

The generations come,
The generations go,
From zesty youth
To life's last glow
When fear of death
One gets to know,
And we recall,
Our fathers told us so,
Gone are the flighty birds
Of happiness
We knew so well
And at the very end
Life seems like hell...

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz

Now

Live rich today,
Die poor tomorrow,
You've had you fun,
To others leave the sorrow.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz

Together?

They got to know
Each other
Much too well,
Boredom set in
And life together
Turned into hell.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz

Once upon a Time...

Once upon a time,
long, long ago,
there lived a princess
on some distant isle
in a kingdom by the sea,
now buried deep
beneath the ocean,
covered by waves
and long forgotten,
yet, songs of her great beauty
and the story of her love
for that poor commoner,
the poet, Amerisso de Contesso,
who was condemned
and put to death
for his illicit passion
for his beloved princess,
dead of a broken heart
upon her lover's demise,
still lingers on and on,
and sometimes
on a moonlit night,
a lonely sailor passing
that mysterious isle
'neath the shining, silent sea
hears a most plaintive,
melancholy song
of long forgotten
woes of love,
and frightened,
he just hurries on,
later believing
that this eerie song
was but a dream whispered
by sirens of the sea...

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz

If there be Gods

If there be gods,
They made this world,
Control all odds.

If there be gods,
They must be good
Or gods they're not.

If there be gods,
Better would be
This world's lot
Instead its state
Of growing rot.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz

Inheritance

Most men lead bland lives
Of quiet exasperations
With shattered ideals
And huge frustrations,
Living on meager rations
Limited by their attempts
At rainy day accumulations,
Left behind when passing on
To spenthrift relations.

Advice

Spend it all
Before death's call,
Be hell bent
Not to leave a cent.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz

Men and Women

't is love which makes
the world go 'round,
makes hostile sexes
marriage bound,
for men and women
are of a very different seed,
it's only eroticism
which makes them breed
and once to sex
they are addicted,
they mostly stay together
though frequently conflicted.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz

Master of Disaster

Of lost causes
He is a master,
Iraq - right now
Is a disaster,
When it's time
To get out and stop,
He shouts: "Go faster!"
With rising debts
And galloping inflation
This chap will soon
Ruin our nation.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz

Monte Carlo 1970

It was an interlude in May
Down Monte Carlo way
When Renee and I
Met on a sunny day,
No serious romance,
It was just play,
Yet, in my heart of hearts
I wanted her to stay
Forever and a day
To idle our time away,
Alas, it all came to a stop
When our vacation time was up
And we went our separate ways,
Never saw her again,
But never ever
Will I forget those glorious days.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz

Interlude...

From the moment we are born
We die - little by little,
Every passing day,
And often ask ourselves:
Why does it have to be that way?
We're born in pain,
Struggle along
And die in vain.
What purpose serves such irony?
If nature or the gods be good,
Why put us through such agony?
They say that life is but a dream
Constructed by our senses
- an illusion,
Could this be the conclusion?
Yet, to us, our brief span of life
Can only be an
Incomprehensible reality
From its inception
To its cruel finality,
As such, life has no meaning
- no utility
Except as an exercise
In blind futility.
This is why man can
Only be a realist,
Never to waste his time
As an idealist,
For there is nothing
Between life and death
One may with certainty conclude,
Except to make the best of it,
Try to enjoy the interlude...

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz

Campus Killers and Suicide Bombers

By flaws in their
Nature-nurture
Syndrom perverted,
By zealots to religious
Fanatics converted,
By the community rejected,
Their civic duties neglected,
People thus damaged
Turn into dangerous neurotics,
Eventually - psychotics,
From society torn,
This is how
Mass killers are born.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz

Morals?

In a world
Where big fish
Eat little fish,
Morality is but
An idle wish.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz

Banality of Evil

Evil habitually
Practiced
Turns into an
Everyday
Banality
And custom.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz

Are we really?

We are all beasts
In a jungle
With a thin veneer
Of civility
And pretensions
Of morality,
Predators at heart
In a world
Where nature
Demands
The survival
Of the fittest.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz

Stardust

Some day we'll travel
Through the universe,
Colonize other galaxies,
Manipulating time and space,
Going through black and worm holes
We will spread the human race
With our intellect, genius and grace,
And in the mirror of existence
We'll see reflections of god's face.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz

Robert Kennedy 1968

Good night - sweet prince,
Lost to the world
Without a morrow,
Precious life wasted,
Leaving deep sorrow,
A star who might
Have brought salvation,
Idealism, hope
To our nation,
Your noble image
Will forever be
Engraved
In our memory.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz

Virginia Campus Killings

Thirty-three students
on the campus shot
by some maniac
in a perverse plot,
and Bush right away there
for some photo-op
with marines and flags
to enrich his political cup,
a chap who sends kids to die
in some Iraq venture,
- no reason why.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz

Lost Lovers

They were two lost souls
In an alien world,
They somehow could
Not find their way,
Deteriorated more
Each single day,
And finally, they broke,
Just could not cope,
Blocked out the world
With drink and dope,
Prostitution and sloth
Gave way to hope
When they met
And fell in love,
They wanted a new life,
They had enough,
They now felt needed,
Happy, restored, sublime,
Emotions never known,
Almost divine,
Two lonely people
In complete accord,
In each other they found
In storms - a port,
With heart and soul
They deeply did care,
With pure emotions,
Clean, decent and fair,
They opened up a brand
New promising gate,
But habit, addiction and
Life had sealed their fate,
They tried so hard,
But it was much too late,
At least, they crashed
Together - not alone,
Doomed - in each other
Did they find a home...

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz

Foolish Mortals

We pray to gods
Who don't exist,
In failed religions
We persist,
On national chauvinism
We insist,
Edged on by imams,
Priests, political czars
Fermenting religious
And national wars.

Reflecting on this
One can clearly see
What utter fools
These mortals be.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz

Moses and Israel

"Let my people go",
Said Moses to the Pharaoh,
And the Jews traveled
For thousands of years
Far and wide
Blown by the winds
Of history's tide,
Till they returned to Israel,
Their precious old home,
But the Arabs
Won't leave them alone,
Yet, they built a nation,
Powerful, strong
And atomic weapons
Helped them along,
So they can stay forever
Where they belong.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz

American Troops in Buchenwald

When Buchenwald was occupied
Where thousands were tortured
And most inmates died
While the starving survivors
Were a pitiful sight,
Living with typhus, misery, blight
With all humane conventions defied,
Yet, there should be a justice - divine,
For the punishment of those Nazis
Did not fit their crime.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz

Mountain Top

Have you ever gone
To the mountain top,
Watched the sun rising
With a golden glow,
Reflecting on the
Lush, green valleys below,
A million flowers
Coloring the landscape,
Their fine fragrance
A joy to your senses,
The birds singing
In perfect harmony,
Felt the supreme ecstasy
Of nature's beauty,
A present of the power
Reigning this universe,
And suddenly you knew
In your very heart and soul
That you are part
Of this divine creation...

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz

Holocaust Remembrance 4/15/07

Lest we forget
Our honored dead,
Six million
Who never died in bed
But gassed and smoked
To death they chocked,
Their bodies burned,
Their dreams all spurned,
Smoke in the sky
Drifting up high,
No reason why,
A crime real rotten
But never forgotten...

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz

Fallen at 19 in Iraq

Too young to live it up,
Experience life and love
In this grand world,
Of this, he never saw enough,
And now, a lifeless shell,
In desert sands he lies,
Stares up with broken eyes
At foreign skies,
My one and only son
Condemned to die,
And Mister Bush
Must tell me - WHY?

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz

Hell

I searched for a life - worthwhile,
Like some - to live in style,
With hopes to be happy and well,
Alas, my dreams just did not jell,
Fate was not kind to me,
And now - my life is hell.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz

Opiate of the People

Gods, heaven, hell and damnation
Or some other inane creation,
Proclaimed by the clerics
With their usual hysterics,
Creating a religious opiate addiction
Or some similar strange affliction,
Turning into a fanatic's psychosis
From a religious neurosis,
Fired on by religions' czars
Starting worldwide wars,
With atom bombs
Around the bend,
When used, it all
Will come to an end.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz

Ladies' Man

Great is his vanity,
He courts the fair ladies
With some romantic inanity,
A potential seducer he'd be,
Yet, little success does he see,
Except putting his marriage
Into great jeopardy,
Though he guards his wife
With extreme jealousy,
Which makes me wonder:
What's good for the goose
Should be good for the gander.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz

For God and Country

Fight on brave warriors,
On your white steeds,
Battling windmills
In the name of slogans
On mother, god and country
Spouted by zealots and politicos,
Parasites with their own agenda
Who thrive on the profits of war.

Fight on brave warriors,
On your white steeds,
For flag, god and country
And other delusions
Of poor mortals.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz

Make the Best of it

On the rocky road of life,
Through Holocaust, wars and strife,
Met with the worst and the best,
Went through every kind of test,
Traveled East and traveled West,
Lived a life filled with zest,
Rarely did I ever rest,
Yet, of all possible worlds
I consider mine the best,
Since I ask with an honest voice:
Do I have an other choice?

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz

Wife's Tenant

After these many years
Marriage did not go well,
Turned into bondage
And a living hell,
But I found a new angle,
Changed my life,
I'm now a tenant
Residing at my wife,
I come and go as I please
And always pay my rental fees,
Life has turned into
A pleasant sensation,
I now feel free
Without obligation,
My wife does her thing
And I do mine
And now we really
Get along just fine,
Take my advice,
If you are marriage bent,
Forget it,
Take a place and rent...

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz

Words

Words out of context
Are but empty shells,
Alone - they are abstractions,
Ring no bells,
Only within the sentence
Do they find a place,
The story thus gets meaning,
Style and grace.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz

Bound

Marriage is just an excuse
To fornicate and reproduce,
Suffering husbands and wives
Bound into miserable lives,
Let's change all this,
Just freely fornicate
And turn the kids
Right over to the state...

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz

The Interview

"I want values - my values,
The right religious morality,
Control of the country's modality,
An end to all legal abortions
Since they create nature's distortions,
Help the military-industrial complex
To windfall profits and needed oil
By promoting wars for flag and soil
And also please corporations
By having illegal workers
For low wages toil."

I asked the leader
About his qualification
And what constitutes
His inspiration
To be the head of his nation.

Said he:

"I worked for the
Department of Sanitation
And lobbyists and god
Gave me the inspiration
To be a leader of my nation."

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz

Jews Lasted...

Jews have lasted
Since an ancient time
Not because there is
A presence - divine,
They survived
Because they bend
Like a reed in a storm
And to any environment
They try to conform,
Unlike the stubborn,
Big, sturdy oak,
Downed by the
Storm's first stroke.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz

Excessive Presidential Powers

Rousseau's Social Contract
Does clearly mandate
To render to the State
The needed rights
It requires
But never - ever
What Caesar desires,
For if this were to be
We'd sacrifice our
Constitutional democracy
And put the State
Under a Fascist ministry,
And if gods are in the mix,
Into a dictatorial theocracy.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz

Bush's Compassionate Conservatives

Kids die in Iraq every day,
Frankly, they don't give a damn,
That is just their way,
Inflation is going sky-high,
Frankly, they don't give a damn
If it goes right through the sky,
China picks up all our production,
Frankly, they don't give a damn
If our employment suffers a reduction,
Increased is our greenhouse gas effect,
Frankly, they don't give a damn
If our earth dies of neglect,
Forty-five million have no health care,
Frankly, they don't give a damn
How those poor suckers fare,
The 'Compassionate Conservatives'
Don't give a damn - don't care.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz

The 'Writer'

She's a master
Of redundancy,
Romantic kitsch
Is her specialty,
Tells little
Using great verbosity,
Her only feat,
Boundless conceit.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz

Lost Dream

Part of the lost dream
Was this hopeful scheme
Of an imaginary scene,
Never fulfilled
With hopes chilled...

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz

Gods are like Glue

Gods are like glue,
They stick to you,
Like comforts of old
And hopes for the new,
But if you skip the gods,
Any illusion will do.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz

Gods?

For safety's sake
I'm an agnostic
Since any religions
Make me caustic,
Of gods
I maybe dreaming,
But this seems only
Superstitious scheming,
For what I cannot hear
Or cannot see
Has no reality for me,
Yet, god forbid,
There is a god,
Sad is my lot,
So, neither atheist
Nor believer I'd be,
As an agnostic,
Gods are beyond
My poor philosophy.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz

Jewish Melodies

Play on your fiddle
Those old Jewish songs,
Ancient memories
Where my heart belongs,
Sweet musical nostalgia
Sustained me through life,
In loneliness, persecution,
Holocaust and strife,
Sing me those sweet
Melodies of so long ago,
Kindling warm memories,
Setting my heart aglow,
Remind me of loved ones
I once used to know,
Bring back warm fires
Shining so bright
Which gave me my light
In an alien night,
The melodies of my people,
Their age-old song,
Telling me always
Where I belong,
And though I travel through
Strange lands - alone,
Olds Jewish refrains make me
Feel warm and at home,
Sweet sounds of my music,
You make my day,
You brighten my world,
You lighten my way...

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz

Snoopy

Good genes and clever manipulation
Have brought me to this exalted station,
My owners now obey my slightest whim,
I eat mostly steaks and chocolates with cream,
I am a dachshund of noble proportions,
Can do all sorts of tricks and fancy contortions,
I'm charming, engaging and very discreet,
But if I don't get my way, I use all my teeth,
My owners respect me and treat me just right
For I put them in fear with my terrible bite,
The quality of my life exeeds all expectations
For my only goals are the good life and recreation,
I never pay taxes and need no employment,
My purpose in life is only enjoyment,
All in all, I really live a king's life,
No aggravation - not even a wife...

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz

Social Security

Let us amend Social Security
To protect us in perpetuity,
From the erection
To the resurrection...

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz

Love

In the evening
You are my shining light,
I love you passionately
Throughout the night,
At dawn, I had enough
And I take flight...

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz

Sex and AIDS

Watch out for fair young maids,
They could love you to death,
They may give you AIDS...

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz

Cut Entitlements as per Bush

If you're over sixty-five,
Little sick, but still alive,
Medicare is not the way to go,
Too expensive, don't you know,
Yet, we want for you the best,
Send you to a happy rest
To Bermuda on a trip
In an old and sinking ship...

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz

Politician

If your sophistry is good,
But at heart you are a hood,
Personable, with a toothy smile,
While you cheat, lie, steal in style,
Cover up what's really vile,
You will find it worth your while
To learn all the devious tricks
And go into politics...

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz

Family Name

Why does a woman
Have to change her name
When she enters
The marriage game,
She has the right to care
To preserve her
Family name as heir.
It is not fair!

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz

Manhattan

When evening shadows fall
On Manhattan spires - tall,
And crowds are streaming home
With their workday over - gone,
Then, night life starts to bustle,
Theater crowds are there to hustle,
Crowded restaurants serve their treats
In the City which never sleeps...

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz

Ruin

How can it be that we,
As our leader,
Elected a catastrophe,
Took over a healthy state,
A good economy,
But led us into war
And bankruptcy,
If we continue
With this clown,
He'll ruin our country,
Bring it down,
Let us not wait
Till it's too late
And suffer the
Roman Empire's fate.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz

Rent or Own?

It's little thought of or known
That in this world of riches
We only rent - we never own.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz

Sweet Mystery

Ah, sweet mystery of life
You are beyond
My comprehension,
For we are born to live through
Woes, wars, misery and tension
Destined to die, not knowing
Where or when or why,
Believing our fate is sealed by
Some joker in the heavens - high...

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz

The Poet is...

The poet is the
Engineer of the soul,
Manipulates the mind
To seek a goal
And search for the reality
Which gives our lives
A touch of beauty,
Truth and quality...

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz

Defiant Speech 4/3/07

With the defiance
Of the people's will,
A dictator arises
And I felt a chill,
With his control
Of the military,
For him, a putsch
In the US would
Become necessary
And we may see the day
When an other Hitler
Is on his way...

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz

Dichotomy

Misfortunes of others
Makes us look sad
But since it's not us
We are really glad,
And often we smile
When we're actually sad,
For man's outer shell
Rarely reflects his inner
Heaven or hell.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz

Warning!

Corruption, decadence
And disintegration
Occur not from the top down
But from the bottom up
In any society or nation,
That's why people
Who a corrupt master serve
Get what they deserve.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz

In the Palms

Saturday night
At the Breakers,
Chandeliers, champaign,
Society in the Palms,
Tuxedos, evening gowns,
Winston jewelry,
A small society orchestra
Playing a tango,
The idle rich living it up,
And I, a poor refugee,
Came pennyless to America,
Here, amongst them;
There is an irony in this,
Somewhere,
Can't find it though...

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz

Misfit

Although below average
And beyond the pale,
He graduated Yale,
Due to family influence
He did not fail,
Dodged the draft
In the Guard Reserve,
For to fight in Viet Nam
He lacked the nerve,
When his oil business
Went down the drain,
Insider trading
Gave him a gain,
Then he obtained the
Governor's position
By smearing
The opposition,
Was by the majority
As president rejected,
But a wayward Court
Got him elected,
And now, not for
Country or soil
But for profits and oil,
He started the war with Iraq,
Where daily our kids die,
No reason why,
It's time to give him the sack.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz

Casanova

He seemed to be
A Casanova of renown,
Yet, women never
Took him serious,
Regarded him as a clown,
For he appeared
As a great attraction
But was innocuos
In action.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz

Oral Diarrhea

There is a constancy
In his verbosity,
He is a master
Of redundancy,
His speeches
Are entirely
Of content free.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz

Endless Cycle

Informal introduction,
Casual seduction,
Sperm-egg concoction,
Blossoming reproduction,
Growing up to maturation,
Entering sexual relation,
Sperm-egg concoction,
Ongoing reproduction,
From generation to generation
The endless human re-creation...

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz

Crucible

In the crucible
Of curved time and space
Circular infinity
Is the dominant phase
For in the endless circle
Of limited events
Eternal repetition takes place,
Thus, the life lived today
Will be repeated eons from now
In the very same way,
Leaving sometimes
A slight memory stain
When the same road
Is taken again...

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz

In the Garden of my Soul

In the mysterious
Garden of my soul
Many plants grow,
Flowers in many hues,
The sunny and bright,
The dark and the blues,
Some, exotic and rare,
Many, average and fair,
A few parasitic weeds,
Others are strange reeds,
Yes, the spectrum
Of the universe
Lives in the
Garden of my soul
In rhyme and verse.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz