Carl's Poetry
"Hold fast to your dreams, for without them life is a broken winged bird that cannot fly."
–Langston Hughes
- As The World Lay Fast Asleep
- Bad Advice
- The Beatitudes
- Belief - A Journey in Faith
- The Birthday Poem
- A Bitter Pill
- The Dawn
- Give That Fan a Contract - Ode to Rex Barney
- Heartbreak Run
- Hon. Judge John Hathorne
- Immigrant - A Cold War Tale
- Impression
- Leaky Roof
- Let The Games Begin
- Love
- A Masterpiece of Love
- Peaceful Elements
- Perspective
- Powerless
- Psalm to the Sea
- The Rain Band
- Reality
- Reflections Upon Watching a Burning Candle
- Sea
- Sea Song
- St. Michaels, Maryland
- The Storm Chaser - An Ode to My Dad
- Strength in Numbers
- 'Til Death Do We Part
- To Be Spoken at My Funeral
- To Hannah - A Father's Lament
- To Marie
- Voleur
Hon. Judge John Hathorne
O, saintly Judge Hathorne, sitting high upon your judgement seat;
The Dark Man cowering from Salem, his legions and factions destroyed.Boldly you challenged Lucifer, fulfilling your Christian duty.
Witchcraft here you abnegated; collusion against the Church failed.But, alas, why has your family left you? Why have they changed their name?
Why has your fame become infamous? Don't they understand?You pointed out Satan's people among us. Surely you are one of the elect...
O, by the way, Judge Hathorne... they really were witches... weren't they?
