An Amish Birthday Party

This poem is for my good friend Herb Braden on the occasion of his 80th birthday.

An Amish Birthday Party

A birthday celebration

May not seem that much

Unless of course you do it

With the Pennsylvania Dutch

Those Amish folks can party

Like it’s nineteen ninety-nine

Sometimes they get raucous

But usually they’re fine

And after all the hoopla

While having your last laughs

The Amish go from room to room

To seize all photographs

 

Happy Birthday, Herb!

 

Steven Pein

8 July 2011

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"The Feast" at Famous Dave's



The Feast

We set upon a journey

To enjoy Southwestern food

Our hopes were high that we would find the best

And through a chance encounter

We discovered Famous Dave's

Without a doubt a cut above the rest

Three of us sat down to eat

And made a conscious choice

To take the plunge and order up "The Feast"

Try as though we did that day

We hardly made a dent

On portions oversized to say the least

We humbly requested

Many boxes to pack up

With food to take back home for many meals

And all were in agreement

That beyond a shadow’s doubt

"The Feast" was king of culinary deals

26 April 2011

Steven Pein

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Facebook Revolutions

Facebook Revolutions

The taste of revolution’s in the air
Tyranny is threatened everywhere
It’s shocking most of all
That Facebook led the call
By showing truth to masses in despair


Steven Pein
21 February 2011
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Global Warming

Global Warming

Some folks swear that we will kill our planet
They’re all wrong in making such a fuss
There may soon be no one here to man it
The truth is that our planet will kill us


Steven Pein
20 February 2011
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Bitter Words

Bitter Words

We often learn by listening
To other points of view
And others learn from listening to ours
But there are consequences
When it’s venom that we spew
For ugly words possess such ugly powers

We would all be better served
To rise above it all
And set examples that our children need
Let’s address our differences
Yet show respect for all
Our children learn by witnessing our deeds


Steven Pein
13 January 2011
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The Coin

The Coin

I struck a mark upon a coin
When just a lad of ten
And through the years to my surprise
It turned up now and then

But never did I cling to it
I spent it every time
And when I least expected it
Again that coin I’d find

Some have found it curious
I paid it little mind
But it was not coincidence
That brought it back each time

That coin I marked so long ago
Can never travel far
Such coins are not mere currency
They’re part of who we are


Steven Pein
3 January 2011
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