It's Nacho Day If...
That Arizona law borders on racial profiling
I hope your name is not Jose
if you are headed Phoenix-way.
They may think you're from Mexico
and start to read your rights.
It's nacho day in posh Scottsdale
if you are jailed till posting bail
for saying "buenos dias"
to a stranger on the street.
Don't order tacos in Tucson
especially if your name is Juan.
They'll capture you red-handed
for that salsa really stains.
That new law borders on insane.
No wonder critics are inflamed.
If racial profiling's deemed right
then something's deeply wrong.
Illegals can't sneak north unchecked!
But how you seek out and detect
if someone you suspect's a fraud
should not shame those who aren't.
I thought that Lady Liberty
said refugees were safe and free.
Or does that statue now exceed
Remembering a Mom Prone to Forget
A Mothers' Day wish from a poet-son
Mom's rosy cheeks are growing pale
Her memory's begun to fail
This little dinghy needs a sail.
Her outboard's wearing out.
My mother misses Dad so much,
his sound advice, his tender touch.
She's lost without her guiding light.
She's timid and unsure.
Still there's a sparkle in her eye
and yet I really can't deny
the fact that Mom is losing sight
of what to do and when.
But then again, don't get me wrong.
Each night at six she leads in song
as eight or ten or sometimes twelve
belt out those timeless hymns.
She tells a joke like Jay Leno.
Her timing's perfect, don't you know?
But how she can recall punch lines
is quite a mystery.
She journals daily like a kid
recounting what she ate and did.
Yet sadly, once she shuts her book
the ink evaporates.
But she's a star (just like her name).
She twinkles night and day the same.
Her constant smile beams God's love
to everyone she meets.
God, bless you Mom and give you health,
for as we age that is true wealth.
May you be rich remembering
how very much you're loved.
* At eighty-three, my mom is a remarkable woman. She is still very much in love with life, her Lord, and her two sons (and their families). She is not in love with a mind that can't recall what it once could.
|PO BOOKS BY GREG ASIMAKOUPOULOS
Sunday Rhymes & Reasons
Published June 4, 2009
Sunday Rhymes and Reasons is a compilation of inspirational poetry by America's pastor/poet laureate, Greg Asimakoupoulos. In this, his third volume of poetry, Pastor Greg paints word pictures that portray both the struggle and fulfillment that define a life of faith. His repertoire of rhymes celebrate rite-of-passage occasions like birth, baptism, marriage and death as well as the major holidays of the church and culture. It is a volume that illustrates the poet's love of words and of popular culture. The author dips his brush into a paint box of hubris, humor and honesty.
"Gloria and I have been encouraged by word pictures from Greg's pen that have celebrated both our ministry and God's presence in our world." – Bill Gaither, Gospel music composer/performer
"Gifted poet Greg Asimakoupoulos is a dear friend of our family. His poetry blesses, comforts, entertains, and provides inspiration for every season of life." – Natalie Grant, singer/songwriter/recording artist
Teachings of a Three Year Old... Turned Tyke,
by Hal Evan Caplan.
A father learns from the wisdom of his toddler.