top of page
Search

Dad Was a Navy Man

I was born in a town Named after St. James. Dad was a navy man of Jersey fame. Moved around the country, Crossed it two times And we didn’t whine About being uprooted From places and friends. We learned how to bend And those letters to send. ‘Twas actually lots of fun Burning those “clinics” they say. (I said nothing to this day.) It was a way to save those Whose moms went astray To kill their very own, Left in misery to groan.

1720 on 12 Dec., 2020 (while the “fam” is below, watching a movie)

Recent Posts

See All
The Buffoonery of Karl Marx

Karl Marx declared: “The more of himself man attributes to God, the less he has left in himself.” And one might expect such a musing from a zealous anti-Christ: someone who rejects the revelation of G

 
 
 
Supportin’ That Radio

“You know I need your money, honey You know I got to have it right now! Got to pay my bills to give you those thrills Puttin’ music on the radio. I know I talk a little too muchBut for some folks I’m

 
 
 
Where Wisdom and Religion are Joined

Where, then, is wisdom joined with religion? There, indeed, where the one God is worshiped, where life and every action is referred to one source, and to one supreme authority: in short, the teachers

 
 
 

Comments

© 2025 by Michael Bray. Powered and secured by Wix

bottom of page