The White House
Washington
March 16, 2007
Ms. Lillian Cauldwell
President and Chief Executive Officer
Passionate Internet Voices Radio
Ann Arbor Michigan
Dear Lillian:
Number 41 passed on the CDs from Tom Zart. Thank you for thinking of me.
I am thankful for your efforts
To tell you the truth, it still hurts to share;Even though with him your heart is not there.I've tried hard to think what brought this aboutFor we're not the type who enjoy sneaking out.Your husband, my wife, were into themselves.Like old Christmas toys, they placed us on our shelves.Somehow we managed to take ourselves downA... More..
ROSESThree hundred years after Christ's birthJust south of Rome on fertile land,Grew the sweetest queen of all flowers,Roses cultivated by man.The poet Horace once expressedThat roses were worth more than grain,Seed fills a hungry man's stomachWhere roses feed his heart and brain.Flourishing in ancient China,Grown by monks fo... More..
THE DREAM TREEWhen I was young and on the farm,My favorite place to beWas by the pond in the woods,High in a Sycamore tree.I climbed her high,As high as I could,Built me a tree houseOut of tin and wood.I searched the barnAnd found an old chair,Then used a long ropeTo pull it through the air.I placed it insideAnd sat right dow... More..
WE WISH YOU WERE HOMEI remember that fair in SeptemberAs we waited for a Ferris wheel ride,Just as you reached for my fingers,I felt how I loved you inside.The next thing I knew we were airborne,Above all the eyes of the crowd,Surrounded by rainbows of neonAs the moon popped from behind a cloudYou asked, "daddy, do you love m... More..
Like a lily among the thorns,So are you among the rest.Your love is my joy of lifeWhich by God's grace is the best.When I sleep my heart is awakeIt is the vice of love within.By day or night I seek your loveMy life mate, my partner, my friend.You ravish my heart with just one lookWhen I'm less than you desire.Your eyes speak ... More..
I never write a poemThat doesn't write itself.I catch a buzz and come aliveLike a puppet off it's shelf.Hearing many voicesWhose words are never mine.My pen becomes a painter's brushForming visions on a line.I seem to be a better personWhen it's time to sit down and write.A higher power guides my handSharing wisdom by day and... More..
DAVID AND GOLIATHDavid, the shepherd, a tender of sheep,Would pray to his God before he would sleep.One day he awoke to the roar of beasts;A bear and a lion in search of a feast.David slew both with his knife and his hand,Though still just a boy and not yet a man.The Lord's love for David was proven once again,When he challen... More..
I REMEMBERI remember the house where I was bornWith its paint peeling off and its screens all torn.Behind our back fence the trains would roll by,Spewing forth black smoke which darkened the sky.On our front porch was a swing made of woodWhere I might pretend I was Robin Hood.A soldier, a sailor, a captain, or king,A lion, a ... More..
The Love We Get From Our MothersThere's no greater power on earthThan the love we get from our mothers.They feel our fears within themselvesFar more than sisters or brothers.As seasons pass; in time we learnWe can't always rely on others.No mater what our mistakes may beWe know we can run to our mothers.Mothers have great big... More..
WHY?Why must we yearn for what we can't have?When already, we have more than we deserve.Nevertheless, we'll take all we can get;Performing daily for those we serve.Why must religions battle one another?Calling on the faithful for deadly jihad.Why should so many die for the few?When all are the children of God.Why do soldiers ... More..
Tom Zart
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