Love Deterred

Love Deterred

A Poem by Joshua Huffman



It is an amazing feeling

An exquisite pain

That reaches to the depths

Of one’s very soul

It tempts you to rip out your heart

In a vain attempt to escape the agony

Or, at least, to hide someplace safe

Where no one else will ever look


Love brought you to this abyss

In all of its unrequited glory

Yet this marvelous same affection

Made you feel alive

A blanket of comforting joy

And led you to rediscover

The best things of life are found

In the warm embrace of love


Yes, today may seem bleak

And tomorrow not much better

But life will improve

This pain will one day fade

Replaced by the promise of love

Mingled with the hope of a bright future

Yes, life will get better

They say that love finds a way

Vote Your Conscience!

VC Note:  Earlier today, while at a meeting of the Valley Family Forum, I heard this political poem as read by its author, Angie B. Williams of Harrisonburg.  I thought that her message was particularly appropriate as we begin the two-month countdown to the November elections.  Can you imagine what kind of country we would have if every citizen chose to vote, not based upon labels and superficial attributes, but primarily guided by principle, reason, and the dictates of his or her conscience?  I’m pleased to present Mrs. Williams’ poem to you and I hope that you enjoy her work as much as I have.


Vote Your Conscience!

The saying, “All that glitters is not gold,”

Is ne’er more true than in the political bowl.

So when in the voting booth you finally stand,

Poised with pen and ballot in your hand,

Put partisan politics completely aside,

And let your conscience be your guide.

On which issues are you willing to negotiate,

And what compromises are you unwilling to make?

If family, faith, and freedom are your agenda,

Be sure you reflect them in the vote you render.

We must ignore the color of a candidate’s skin,

And consider his character before we begin.

For color of the skin no difference doth make,

But integrity and judgment for the people’s sake.

It’s not party, popularity, or pigmentation,

But who is best suited to lead our nation.

We don’t have to align with our party of the past.

For God holds us accountable for the vote we cast.

Axe the rhetoric, the big talk, and the photo ops,

And judge whose experience will rise to the top.

So before your ballot you mark at last,

Check the candidate’s voting record in the past.

Don’t whine about what difference one vote can make,

Just cast your vote, but never conscience forsake!

© 2012 Angie B. Williams, Harrisonburg, VA. Used with permission.

Bad Poetry

Last night, the Shenandoah Writers, along with several other local writing groups, hosted a “bad poetry” night in the lounge of the Clementine cafe in downtown Harrisonburg.  Prior to the event, I had been mulling over the idea of what I should write.  But then I thought, why not politics?  After all, the oft-used expression is that one should write what one knows.

Later that evening, a writing friend asked what would be my next post on this blog.  To tell the truth, not many of my pieces are planned too far in advance.  I’ve got a few articles that I wrote months ago that I’ll post sooner or later, but so much of what I write is just spur of the moment stuff.  So then I got to thinking, why not share my poem from last night?  It highlights how easy it is to become frustrated as a constitutional conservative given how fiscal irresponsibility has become commonplace.

You’ll note that the poem is written in two differing colors.  Unfortunately, WordPress will not allow me to leave an empty line between the breaks, therefore the color change indicates a new stanza.

So is it “good” or “bad”?  I’ll leave that decision to you.

Asking For Money

A letter came in the mail today

Asking for money

Politicians are never satisfied

With their thousand dollar suits

And hundred dollar haircuts

Strutting around like peacocks

Always eager to take our wealth

Doling it out as they see fit

More bridges to nowhere!

Pensions for bureaucrats!

Monuments to the powerful!

Ozymandias would be proud

Why not prop up the despots?

And give foreign aid to both sides?

More military hardware

To bomb the bridges and hospitals

And then rebuild them, of course

The world’s police to the rescue

Today they take riches from you

And give it to me

Tomorrow they take riches from me

And give it to you

Each time taking their cut

A modern day Robin Hood of sorts

Once a year come the campaigns

Each fitted with a fresh mask

With dazzling multimedia

And overflowing mailboxes

But who will pay for all these things?

Give us more!  Give it now!

From ivory towers on the Potomac

We plead for their bread

And are amused by their circuses

They are no longer our subjects

So we kneel before our masters

Vae victus

Please send me no more letters

Enough with the emails

You’ve squandered our wealth

Now my savings is gone

I’ve nothing left to give

Don’t ask me for money