Art and Science, a poem by Gregg Hake Art and science when aligned give form to hidden truth, But once divorced or set at odds they lose the bloom of youth. So why do men insist upon a fight to prove their worth, For when allied they do much more than create hell on earth.
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A Child Again
A Child Again by Gregg Hake O' to be a child again－ Without the coats of fear and sin, By words not spoken. Free to run and leap and play Without the weight of yesterday. O' to be a child again－ Undaunted by the Christ within, My heart ne'er broken. What's that you say, young …
Seeking Greater Balance
I sometimes wonder how Earth must feel﹣ Cosmic forces pushing and pulling, Seeking greater balance. Her core churning and plates groaning in reply﹣ Am I so different?
The Summer of my Years
As I approach the summer of my years The hoary voice of winter howls my name. "What was and is, anon shall be at hand— 'Tis time ye relent; good cannot prevail! Men of stature greater than thee have tried And failed. Corrupted men shall forever Herd men less so, who trusting that their gods …
A Better Home
Swarming hive of huddled masses Clings to yonder tree. For he who parts for greener grasses Must see that he is free. The body cannot reach new heights When so tightly bound. A few must find a better site And signal when it's found.
A Pure Heart
A Pure Heart, a poem by Gregg Hake Dig down deep sweet little lamb, For in you lies the cure. You must prepare for the exam- Your heart must straight be pure. Some say you've come, some say not yet- In time, we'll surely know. One thing's for sure, were I to bet- The world …
Evening Mist – A Haiku by Gregg Hake
Evening Mist, a Haiku by Gregg Hake Mists of the evening, Drifting like pollen roused by Buzzing tuning forks.
Rise and See
Are we as in the days of yore Too blind to see that we're yet poor? Though swimming in apparent wealth Our lives are hollowed out by stealth. To wit we're sold a bill of goods And robbed of hope from childhood. Taught to bow before the throne Where every king is but a drone. …
Let there be light
We push back the darkness- Not as a man, Who with human strength Folds a bar of black iron Back upon itself, But as the sun, Whose radiance Pours the dawn Into the black of night. We push back the darkness- Not as a beast, Which with brutal zeal Repels the thieving foes That lurk …
The Classic Device
The masses huddle Under wings of power, Fears fanned By corrupted 'leaders' Questing For their own gain.
Gregory Hake 