The Oldest Battle

Good & Evil
Good & Evil

The Oldest Battle 

It is the oldest battle ever waged
that of good and evil no soul is safe
light and darkness they are so described
In side of all of us they both reside.

No warriors weapons or battlefield
to either side a person’s soul may yield
the battle nor war can be lost or won
for life’s decisions can not be undone.

Without light in darkness we can not see
without darkness the light we do not need
a balance of each all of us must keep
then and only then can a soul be free.

by Hugh A Tague

What to Say

Maya-Angelou

What to Say
by Hugh A Tague

What to say
about one whose words
have touched so many,
words not just read
and spoke out loud,
but are felt
by all they fall upon.
Words that inspired so many
to read, to write
and to see.

What to say
about one who has
not just bared witness,
but engaged in life
with a limitless vigor
few will ever know,
but for a read of our Lady Maya.

What to say
about one’s whose sight
has touched minds of
school-aged children,
as well as the minds of
men and women;
who shoulder
the weight of the world.

Four score and six years;
five of those fell silent,
for none knew better
the power of words
than she.

Perhaps all the words
that could be spoke,
or wrote,
about this great poetess
have been just that.
For even a man of words
such as myself,
I can think of but two….
Thank You.

With Heads Bowed

 

With Heads Bowed
by Hugh A Tague

Late morning sun shines bright
through the limbs of leafless trees.
Halloween pumpkins just a month old,
on my porch, now covered with snow.

Winter’s clear cold skies came early,
Fall’s first snow, more than a coating.
Frozen air blanketed the land by night,
the lake’s top forms a layer of skim ice.

A Cornucopia overflows with Nature’s bounty,
the aroma of fresh herbs permeate my home.
Friends and family come from near and far,
traversing great distance, by plane and car.

A fire burns in my family’s brick hearth,
the great bird roasts throughout the day.
Loved ones catch up, sipping glasses of cheer;
this place in time, I shall forever hold dear.

The main table fills with food, piping hot;
the kitchens wealth prepared with love.
Smiles surround the festive dining hall,
with heads bowed, we gave thanks for it all.