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       Hear me my fellow men, especially young men at the gate of marriage.  Over forty years ago,  I met a Tyler by the name of  Jack Glick during a tour of the oldest Masonic lodge in the state of California.  Jack was a tall thin man, grey haired with a big smile.  He was over seventy years of age, and proud of the fact that he still stood erect and that he maintained his physical agility…

   To Those Who Rush to Praise Us To those who rush to praise us when we say they should do what is right in their own eyes. All men or women having their own way to live precisely as they would surmise. To those who laud our liberality; our tolerance of every faith, and creed, and every sexual proclivity, we ask the same consideration cede. Each man the Lord and Master of his…

          The education and the shepherding of a child through infancy and adolescence until he or she emerges from the protection of the family are wholly the right and responsibility of that child’s parents. In this way and only in this way can individual families ensure that the political and theological conclusions that they hold will be preserved and impressed upon future generations. The…

  The 2nd Amendment begins with an explanatory statement, and might as well have begun with the word “BECAUSE”. “A well-regulated (trained) militia (a military force that engages in rebel activities in opposition to a regular army) being necessary to the security of a free (as opposed to a totalitarian) state, “THEREFORE” The right of the people (me and you and especially the weaker among us) to…

My book: Life, Love, People and God is available on Amazon.com. Click here to order a copy It is comprised of poetry and essays written over the past fifty years by myself, a lifelong student of parliamentary procedure and political process. As a political philosopher, poet, singer, and writer, I have tried to be an outspoken supporter of the basic rights of man, especially freedom of speech,…

My Definition of Poetry

poetry NOUN: 1. The art or work of a poet. Middle English, from Old French poete, from Latin poeta, from Greek poietes, maker, composer, from poiein, to create. No one may define poetry except the poet. In like manner no one may define what art is except the artist. Those like editors and curators who may attempt to do so are often doomed to failure because often they are neither artists nor…

“I’M AS MAD AS HELL, AND I’M NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS ANYMORE!”[1] These are the words of Howard Beale in “Network”. The American movie classic is about an aging network broadcaster who rebels against the corporate oligarchy and subsequently is murdered at their hands.  Rebellion and the rebels that foment them are a recurrent theme in story and song.  Spartacus[2], Robin of Loxley, William…

They’re Not for the Deer, Joe!

TWO, THREE, FOUR!   TWO, THREE, FOUR! They’re not for the rabbit, Who hops in the garden, In hope for some lettuce he can chew TWO, THREE, FOUR! They’re not for the squirrel, Who’s eating the peanuts, Put there for the little birds of blue TWO, THREE, FOUR! They’re just for the tyrants, Who think they know better, And want to tell free men what to do TWO, THREE, FOUR! And that’s why…

On Global Socioeconomic Justice

When discussing contemporary theories of global socioeconomic justice we should begin with John Rawls, if only for the fact that the two other philosophers whose views I shall be examining, Martha Nussbaum and Thomas Pogge, refer to Rawls frequently in their own arguments.  Rawls concept of “Justice as Fairness” is found in the first chapter of his book, A Theory of Justice where Rawls say that…

A Sadly Changed Country

Back in the 1970’s a man wrote a letter to the editor of the Palm Beach Post. I though that I should share it with you. So here it is. and Hear Hear! Editor:

By the mercy of God my grandfather is dead.

He would not recognize today the country he loved.   He would never have believed that his country would be controlled by a small group of socialist judges.  Nor would he have…

Poem: Once I Dreamt of Things that Were to Be

Once I dreamt of things that were to be, But now can only dream of things that were. Sweet escapades would once my passions stir. From next to next I wandered wild and free.

Once I gazed upon horizons vast. Where ere I looked saw opportunity. But now, I find it difficult to see, A prospect that has not already past.

The universal fate of man is this: To ignorantly struggle in his prime, With…

I killed a fish today. This flounder, so alive. Caught at the end of day. Upon my butcher’s block, He struggled to survive.

So beautiful, and proud. My knife against his head, Apologized aloud. Then quickly as I could, Made sure that he was dead

Filleted him to the bone, As close as skill allowed. Breaded and fried at home, Enshrined upon a plate, With hot sauce for a shroud.

Here’s to the Guys that got Married Three Times

Here’s to the guys that got married three times They should have known better but didn’t. They paid a high price for all of their crimes, Well meaning, forbidden, or hidden.

Here’s to the guys that got married three times They all were such hopeless romantics. Their honeymoons taken in tropical climes, Were replete with the usual antics.

Here’s to the guys that got married three times, They…

No Stanky Cheese for Christmas

No stanky cheese for Christmas My good wife said to me. No Camembert, no Limburger, No pungent, agèd brie.

At this year’s Christmas table Such “cheese” shall have no place Among the meats and roots and greens Its smell is a disgrace!

That cheese, sir, is offensive A bane to appetite. How dare you dare ingest it, sir? That cheese, it just ain’t right!

So then, I double wrapped my cheese, and hid it…

The Host of Heaven Views with Open Mouth

The host of heaven views with open mouth. Shocked and appalled at every lurid scene. Each good intention tragically gone south Each careless word both frivolous or mean. How desperate and how rapid was his fall! But, then the Blood of Christ shall cover all. How glorious that when my life shall end. On Christ, and no one else shall I depend.   Louis William Rose, August 2014

Created Male & Female

Created Male & Female ugly worthless man Beautiful Priceless Woman harbinger of death Custodian of Life builder of towers Creator of Homes master of men Mother of Children waging war Harboring Hope hating and remembering Loving and Forgiving comforted and Comforter Protected and protector clinging to each other in the cruel world

Sonnet: Things that were to be

Once I dreamt of things that were to be But now can only dream of things that were Sweet escapades designed to passions stir From next to next I wandered wild and free

Once I gazed upon horizons vast Where ere I looked saw opportunity But now, I find it difficult to see An option which has not already past

The universal fate of man is this To ignorantly struggle in his prime With needed knowledge…