The Sounds of Silence, a Poem by James Strauss

The Sounds of Silence, a Poem by James Strauss

THE SOUNDS OF SILENCE A Poem          By James Strauss   I’m not the angel of my morning, And I don’t shave to the beat of any lyrics I ever think of, But I’m among those angels, Not to be helped nor to be harmed. At least not without some warning.   I’m no...
THE BEAT OF THE DRUM, Poetry of James Strauss

THE BEAT OF THE DRUM, Poetry of James Strauss

THE BEAT OF THE DRUM By James Strauss The beat of the drum,Not just any drum.The drum of life’s backdropWhere the music of some,Brings us all to full stop,While listening near stunned.Whispering life’s hum,Not just any hum,The hum of awareness,Where the sound remains...
Just Below Fright, a Poem by James Strauss

Just Below Fright, a Poem by James Strauss

JUST BELOW FRIGHT By James Strauss   I fought in sadly two wars, Shot twice one for each entry, Medals awarded for valor, Pinned on a wall like a sentry.   Fought with honor’s distinction, Back home they said I was brave, But the brave went on to extinction,...
Suitcase and a Trunk, a Poem by James Strauss

Suitcase and a Trunk, a Poem by James Strauss

SUITCASE AND A TRUNK By James Strauss There was no house, Not of the rising sun, There was a bloody blouse, With the proof of a gun, As the light from down south Lit up where there’d been none. Don’t stop believing, That there’s any place to go, Life’s not relieving,...
Field Stripping, a Poem by James Strauss

Field Stripping, a Poem by James Strauss

FIELD STRIPPING By James Strauss What does it take to try to stay sane, Living a culture where life’s a pain, I work at assembly of my trip, Like the Colt I often field strip. Only eight pieces counting the clip, Taking apart my heart does a blip, Boxes of ammo never...