Carl's Poetry
"How vain it is to sit down to write when you have not stood up to live. "
–Henry David Thoreau
- 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
The Rain Band
The winds that whistle from the north provide the melody,
While rains are pounding from the south, to keep the rhythm free.
The vast black canvas of the sky provides an eerie glow,
To listen to the thunder crash, and watch the lightning show.
The daring few who venture forth, umbrellas in their hand,
Are treated to the music of this rainy marching band.
