Sunday, January 22, 2017


   The small sounds, the soft sounds,
   You speak them to no reply.
   You cannot be heard. Where are you bound?
   To you, they say, nice try.
   You say there is power in repetition,
   So perhaps, but ears ignore,
   They wish you speak no more.
   There is no thunder under your door.
   They do not know the explosion therein,
   Try once more.
   You can win.
   Ignoring, soft sounds brings downfall,
   You must find a way, to strengthen the weak,
   Before the silencing of all.
   You were heard, but heed not taken,
   Your efforts were forsaken.
   Arise at last.
   Show what happens when,
   Together voices blast,
   From a squeak once shunned,
   The power in the sound,
   While once soft not heeded, united,
   Becomes abused power undone.
   Squeak no more,
   Those who now roar.
                                     Roger Bodo © 1/2017

Saturday, July 9, 2016

Here I sit watching the world becoming unhinged,
The glue of cooperation, in disintegration,
Oozes and slips away as a sly dog slinks,
And a world, once somewhat together, shrinks.
The pieces become more diverse,
With smaller parts and rigid stance,
Claiming their place in a universe,
Where there is no dominance,
Only difference.
 © Roger Bodo-2016

Friday, May 27, 2016

Dear America

Having grown up in the days when air raid drills had us crawl under school desks, having witnessed missiles in Cuba, having watched the terrible Vietnam war and its long-lasting life-damaging legacy, and seeing the blunders in Iraq and Afghanistan, I have never been as fearful for our future as I am now.  It is not whether many lean left or right, it is how many of us are leaning wrong. Hateful speech, hateful actions, anti-everything is tearing us apart. How can one look to a better future when we tear down past and present people, our past glories, our brand as a caring and accepting people offering opportunity for all who make the effort to achieve and to pursue happiness and peace, not just for ourselves, but for all. 

There is a term in computereze that is used to explain why a computer program (APP) goes bad: GIGO.  It means Garbage in-Garbage out. If you write bad code you get bad results. With what is being written and broadcast these days, with what we are taking in, how can we hope to be empowering, positive and productive people? 

Dear media and public figures: Write us some good code. Please?

Wednesday, October 23, 2013


By quiet, glacial pond
stands a solitary tree.
Its roots upon the banks
hold taut the loose earth.

And there proud it stands,
not as a tree among trees,
but one of noble girth,
to shed upon the liquid face
of the nearby companion,
a colorful profusion of leaves.

In reply, the viscous surface speaks,
sending perfect ringlet waves
toward yonder bank, where,
the tree now nearly bare, laps them up but cannot share.

Then, as skin transforms to ice,
as tawny bark becomes slate gray,
connections halt between the pair,
until spring thaws ice away,
and with it, renewed attempts
at communion.

(c) 2013 by Roger W. Bodo  \- All rights Reserved

Sunday, October 13, 2013

Ham Biscuit Bobby
There among the rustic smells of the trading post,
Lined up at the counter are the workers of the day,
Ordering coffee, biscuits and smokes for company along the way.

Down the aisle from the pop cooler,
 Around the counters made of old doors and pine wood bric-a-brac,
 Stacked tight with Gillette, sundries, candies and tobbac,
Swaggers one of the young ones,
Waiting for the bus, skipping class perhaps,
Thin and jaunty, somehow fitting the scene among,
 Older patrons chewing and spitting in a pot,
By the pinball and poker machine, some waiting some not,
For the vittles grilling in back ... then, coming up hot,
White paper bags of food, with names markered on,
Slide across the counter one after another,
And Ham Biscuit Bobby, school bag slung over his shoulder,
 Grabs his daily fare, and shuffles outside to open,
His bag on the winder sill, and drink in the smells of satisfaction.
Yep, it's another good day.

© 2013 by Roger W. Bodo. All rights reserved

Friday, September 9, 2011

As The Reasonable People Withdraw

It worries me that as the ensconced political left and the right become more polarized and seek to win at any cost, the reasonable citizen will tire and step back to let the two fight it out. For all parties this will be as disastrous or more than a terrorist plot.

Friday, August 26, 2011

How to make a big mess

When you suppress,
When you repress,
You make a MESS