LOVE OF LITERATURE AND HISTORY
Written by C Hues
January 28, 2022
The box we watched was full of fakes Mobster and ad man, meth cook and beat cop The Golden Age bred silver tongued snakes Yet we tuned in and could not stop From Roger to Don From Chris to Tony From McNulty to Stringer They all were phony We saw them kill, torture and steal Just hoping they would come around We waited and waited and still Their souls stayed lost and never found From Roger to Don From Chris to Tony From McNulty to Stringer Souls lost and lonely
Written by C Hues
January 18, 2022
What makes a movie great? Is it the hero, the journey, or each camera shot? No! It’s finding a heel to hate Their machinations, their cunning, what they plot Discovering justice, at least on screen Villains vanquished! And bullies beat Karma’s reward finally seen That is the movie’s greatest treat Movies prove that hell is real That dastardly deeds will be repaid To see the debtor pay his bill And the liar lie in the bed he’s made.
Written by C Hues
January 17, 2022
For Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., and his service to humanity
A King who served like Serena Who showed there was no one way to be free He had the blood of those who fought Jim Crow and NINA And saw the same struggle of Ali as Charles McGee A man whose enemy was Non Serviam Who knew doing nothing was as bad as doing wrong He risked everything to speak the truth on Vietnam Indeed, the moral arc of the universe is long
[1] NINA means “No Irish Need Apply” and was used to discriminate against Irish Catholics. [2] A reference to Dr. King’s statement that the moral arc of the universe is long but bends toward justice.
Written by C Hues
January 10, 2022
Failure always teaches, but most ignore each tactic Failure never preaches, lessons aren’t didactic Failure is a doctor, curing you of hope Failure is an avalanche, on life’s downward slope Failure is forever, like the mark of Cain Failure’s a reminder, the ever-burning pain Failure steals your soul, leaving little left Failure’s never satisfied, however great the theft
Written by C Hues
January 4, 2022
The black cat stalked and shadowed But the sunrise foiled his game Striking skin against the snow There were no birds he’d kill or maim But the black cat sat still, sitting silent As the Sun slipped slowly, far away A bright-eyed bird, bathing alone The Panther prowled—and pounced his prey!