"Sayonara Piggly Wiggly" is a song about conformity I wrote while I was still a Christian.
(A Christian non-conformist wasn't quite as unusual back then.)
It was intended to be part of a suite entitled "Glimpses From The Moon" which included
four movements of "Pale Dead Moon". Here is the first movement:
(The other three movements were even worse.)
Pale Dead Moon
Pale dead moon is crying out,
How long must I turn about
A world that's blue and green and blue?
So many hearts and so few true.
So many minds. So little thought.
Humanity is all for naught.
They never find the time to care
For what is right and what is fair.
There's no concern for fellow man.
There's no desire to understand
The reasons for the things they do.
Their selfish motives would show through.
They thoughtlessly devour their time
And never recognize the crime.
They never wonder why they're here.
They just exist and disappear.
This is my personal inspirational book of poetry. It contains many poems written for family, friends, and relevant life situations. Hopefully you will find some that will encourage and inpsire you in whatever arena you are found in your circle of l
Questions, unquestioned discoveries, and answers in parable and rhyme…. This collection records a journey starting with a 1960s retrospective and the first man on the moon, moving to a new millennium welcomed in with a terrorist spin, family crises,
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(A Christian non-conformist wasn't quite as unusual back then.)
It was intended to be part of a suite entitled "Glimpses From The Moon" which included
four movements of "Pale Dead Moon". Here is the first movement:
(The other three movements were even worse.)
Pale Dead Moon
Pale dead moon is crying out,
How long must I turn about
A world that's blue and green and blue?
So many hearts and so few true.
So many minds. So little thought.
Humanity is all for naught.
They never find the time to care
For what is right and what is fair.
There's no concern for fellow man.
There's no desire to understand
The reasons for the things they do.
Their selfish motives would show through.
They thoughtlessly devour their time
And never recognize the crime.
They never wonder why they're here.
They just exist and disappear.
Mark Sebring (Early 1980s)