Ode to the Most Published Poet on the Web

October 27th, 2009

Here’s to you, Conservative Poet Tom Zart,

My fellow in the (political) poetic art:

You’re the “most published poet” on the internet.

I’m just starting out, so I’m not much of a threat.

 

My name’s Ray, and I’m glad to meet you.

I’m a liberal, so I guess I should try to defeat you.

But let me say that’s not my intention

(I just though that was something I should mention).

 

I’m left, you’re right.

You’re day, I’m night.

I guess in a way I’m your mirror image,

But perhaps poetry the gap between us will bridge.

 

I came across some of your poems not long ago,

Exactly where I no longer know.

You said you were conservative so I have to concede,

I started looking right away for something with which I disagreed.

 

I read on and on, but still I didn’t find it.

So I guess I’m conservative too, as your poems defined it.

I’m sure there are issues on which we disagree,

But I still don’t see you as the opposite of me.

 

In many ways, we in fact do agree:

I too believe in God and love our country.

I honor our soldiers past and present

And don’t think tax dollars should be misspent.

 

Maybe that’s true of many on the political spectrum:

Many of our views are more similar than you’d expect ’em.

We dwell on divisions, but if we focus on what unites us instead,

Maybe our social conflicts and hatreds wouldn’t be so widespread.

 

(That’s one reason I like Obama:

He dispenses with all the political drama.

He focuses on the positive and gives people hope;

That’s a lot more to offer than the Party of Nope.

 

But I confess

That I digress

So I’ll stop before I start to obsess

About Republicans in Congress.

 

And don’t get me started about Fox News,

Or Glenn and Rush and their hateful views.

OK, that’s enough goading;

Now back to my ode’ing.)

 

Unlike you, Mr. Zart, I prefer not to publish my last name,

If to you it’s all the same.

That’s because I’m more political

And my views are sometimes critical.

 

I write about subjects with followers devout,

Like guns, God, and healthcare, which people are passionate about.

So if some nut decides I’m his enemy,

I’d rather he not know where to find me.

 

I listened to your podcast radio show:

You’ve got an excellent speaking voice, you know.

That’s something I might try some day,

Though my voice isn’t as good, I have to say.

 

I actually don’t consider myself much of a poet;

Some of my work’s lame, and I know it.

I’m just someone expressing my views in rhyme;

(And anyway, I only do it part-time).

 

Still, I’d be interested to know what you think of my stuff.

So visit my site and comment (please don’t be too rough).

I’m sure you could teach me a thing or two

If that were something you wanted to do.

 

You still have more poems than me

(At last count, 350).

I have 125 and write 1 or 2 new ones per day,

So by my calculations I’ll overtake you by May.

 

Like in those old commercials, I guess I’m Avis and you’re Hertz.

So in the battle for political converts,

Though we may begin with equal ardor,

I’m number 2, so I’ll try harder.

 

Sincerely,

Liberal Poet Ray in DC

The Second Most Published Poet on the Web

You can read all of RayinDC’s 125 poems on politics, society, and faith at http://www.newsericks.com/.

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9 Responses to “Ode to the Most Published Poet on the Web”

  1. Eva Says:

    Good one.
    Here’s my little ode to you:

    Tho your poetry might be lame,
    not to share it would be a shame.
    http://www.addthis.com
    increases to and from,
    may help achieve fortune and fame.

    Good luck with this.

  2. Newsericks Says:

    In my defense,
    They’re (hopefully) not all lame.
    But thanks for your comment,
    Just the same.

  3. Tom Zart Says:

    CHRISTIAN SOLDIER’S LOVE POEM

    Humans have always had their need for love
    Long before they could calculate the year.
    Painting on the walls of caves and tombs
    Stories of accomplishment, conquest and fear.

    Life is a constant contest of struggle
    Plagued by greed, love, war, work and debate.
    Between all we love; those we tolerate
    And some we can’t help but hate.

    I’d rather be loved and love in return
    Then have a rich man’s gold piled high.
    Id rather be loved by someone worthy
    With honor, compassion and no need to lie.

    I’d rather be loved then be crowned a king
    Of a vast empire of power and domain.
    I’d rather be loved and never forgotten
    Not alone, overwhelmed, and ashamed.

    I’d rather be loved for my unselfish behavior
    Eager to protect, provide and preserve.
    I’d rather be loved for staying resolute
    To my commitment to love and to serve.

    I’d rather be loved for my awareness of duty
    More then anything life can bestow me.
    I’d rather be loved and receive God’s grace
    As I lay down my life before Thee.

    By Soldier For The Lord
    Tom Zart
    Most Published Poet
    On The Web
    Thank You For Your Friendship.

    You can hear all of Tom Zart’s 358 poems
    of love, war, faith and more 24-7 on web radio at

    http://internetvoicesradio.com/Arch-TomZart.htm

    Tom Zart ARCHIVES:

    Our men and woman who serve in harm’s way,
    Are the armor of what the free world depends on.
    Without their sacrifice of body and soul,
    All that we stand for is gone.

    Come to Tom Zart’s Facebook friends page and unite with soldiers in the field of combat and visit with some of the worlds most beautiful women and Christians.

  4. Tom Zart Says:

    POETS ARE THE BELL RINGERS of THE SOUL

    Poets as a rule are high on adventure
    Like wondering bards or prophets today.
    Embracing hearts and minds with wisdom
    Casting through verse their visions at play.

    Poets have their dreams and their nightmares
    Of love, life, death, faith and war.
    They feel the pain and tragedy of others
    Even those they’ve never met before.

    They fan the flames of human compassion
    With their stories of the failings of man.
    Professing to follow a higher power
    As they recruit whomever they can.

    Poets are the bell ringers of the soul
    As they depict the past, the present and beyond.
    They sound their alarm of what lies ahead
    As the missteps of man live on.

    POETS AND POEMS

    Poetry blossomed long before Shakespeare, Milton or Poe.
    It thrived prior to Solomon and the languages of old.
    Poetry today offers itself more often in the form of music
    Then in sonnets and poems as the legends of life unfold.

    Man has his fear of loneliness, death and the hereafter
    As authors compose his doom, desperation and glory.
    All hear the words of both good and evil
    With too many that fall for the wrong story.

    The falsehoods of life find it hard to hide
    From the word of God’s poets and poems.
    Sharing their joy, frustration and sorrow
    By voice, Internet, radio, or books, in our homes.

    Poets and poems help man become more human
    As the storms of life proliferate their toll.
    Poets and poems were put here for a reason
    To help tame the savage that dwells in our soul.

    GOD’S MOST HUMBLE POET

    I’m God’s most humble poet
    Whose poems have meter and rhyme.
    Stories of love, faith, hate, honor and duty,
    Obedience, war, heroes, history and crime.

    I’ve performed my gift on T.V. and radio
    Before millions I’ve never met.
    Preached my praise of God and country
    With 358 poems on the net.

    Satan’s soldiers, shepherds and bards
    Spew forth their foulness and grief.
    They attack the joy and goodness of man
    Dishonoring life, family, country and belief.

    Prospering through work, love and conviction
    Enables us to remain whole and how we should be.
    Fortifying our soul with fulfillment of faith
    Lets our worst tribulations be shouldered by Thee.

    Moses, Samson, David, Solomon and Jonah
    All failed God in their own human way.
    He chose to forgive them and bless their powers
    So they might dwell in hearts of man today.

    Without God’s grace and glorious domain
    There’s no doubt all would soon cease to survive.
    Through purpose, morals and Christian conviction
    We are able to transform and keep hope alive.

    BILLY GRAHAM POEM = PURPOSE & LOVE

    He choose his opportunities
    To become strong, not weak
    By pulling up his boot straps
    He acquired the dreams we seek.

    His devotion shall prove contagious
    It’s the brilliance of his kind
    What you find within him
    Is great character of mind.

    With honor and purpose, he must live
    For his life to be complete.
    Through his compassion and love for others
    He’ll triumph without remorse or defeat.

    Truthful and honest with family or friends
    Staying clear of any who lie or sneak.
    Guarding against actions selfish, and cruel
    Free to be generous, loving and unique.

    He was raised to participate
    And become all that God intended him to be.
    By his faith and holy example
    He has enriched our world with words, by “Thee.”

    After death most will miss him
    When to heaven he has gone?
    Followers will cry his name in tears
    As in their hearts he lives on?

    By Soldier For The Lord
    Tom Zart
    Most Published Poet
    On The Web
    Thank You For Your Friendship

    You can hear all of Tom Zart’s 358 poems
    of love, war, faith and more 24-7 on web radio at

    http://internetvoicesradio.com/Arch-TomZart.htm

    Tom Zart ARCHIVES:

    Our men and woman who serve in harm’s way,
    Are the armor of what the free world depends on.
    Without their sacrifice of body and soul,
    All that we stand for is gone.

    Come to Tom Zart’s Facebook friends page and unite with hundreds of soldiers in the field of combat and visit with some of the worlds most beautiful women and Christians.

  5. Tom Zart Says:

    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 honor our brave military personnel and their families. America owes these courageous men and women a debt of gratitude, and I am honored to be the commander in chief of the greatest force for freedom in the history of the world.

    Best Wishes.

    Sincerely,

    George W. Bush

    UNYIELDING HONOR WORLD WAR-III

    WHERE ARE THE SOLDIERS

    Where are the soldiers who march in line?
    Where are the soldiers every color and kind?
    Where are the soldiers who made their moms cry?
    Where are the pilots who face death in the sky?

    Where are the soldiers born brave of heart?
    Where are the girls and boys that part?
    Serving our country with their future on the line
    Battling the enemies of freedom of mind.

    All of us are soldiers with missions of our own
    We do what we do as history is sown.
    Support our troops who we love and adore
    Support our troops with prayers, letters and more.

    Where are the soldiers so far, far away?
    How many will perish no one can say.
    Where are the soldiers we love night and day?
    Deployed world over to keep evil at bay.

    THEY SERVE TO PRESERVE

    They serve to preserve our forefathers dreams,
    Prayers, visions and determination.
    Risking all in pursuit of fulfillment of duty
    To God, freedom, faith, honor and nation.

    Despite dismemberment, death and loneliness
    Patriots enlist to safeguard our flag.
    With honor, faith, purpose and courage
    They battle the sadistic that brag.

    Throughout man’s past as a creature of earth
    War has always plagued his expectance.
    Greed, hate, fear, envy and rage
    Have overruled rapture and repentance.

    David was a soldier who lived by his faith
    Which gave him the will to become brave.
    He stood up to terror and toppled the giant
    Leaving Goliath headless and alone in his grave.

    David’s call thrives in hearts of soldiers today
    Shielding liberty from the warmongers of hell.
    Facing down evil refusing to summit
    Ensuring freedom and justice are alive and well.

    UNYIELDING HONOR WW-III

    Weakness invites moral plight, war and aggression
    Encouraged by mistrust, misjudgment and delay.
    All we love can be destroyed and transformed
    By the powers of darkness maneuvering our way.

    When something wicked stares us in the face
    To corrupt our morals, faith and resolve.
    God gives us courage to defend what’s right
    No matter the sacrifice or danger involved.

    Evil seeks to destroy the good in man
    And silence the memory of God’s law.
    It’s up to the faithful to stay unyielding
    Defending the liberty and justice of all.

    Our men and woman who serve in harm’s way
    Are the armor of what the free world depends on.
    Without their sacrifice of body and soul
    All that we stand for is gone.

    GOD LOVES HIS SOLDIERS

    Sometimes it’s hard to protect what is right
    Sometimes we’re scorned as for others we fight.
    Some of us are willing regardless of loss
    To commit our soul to save the cross.

    Evil prospers on greed and human hate
    Always eager to destroy and defecate.
    God’s grace descends on the souls of man
    Cleansing the impure wherever He can.

    As long as man has struggled on earth
    Life has had its troubles from birth.
    God’s seed of goodness has delayed man’s demise
    Thank Heaven for His heroes the strong and the wise.

    The Lord adores His heroes of yesterday
    Just how numerous, only He could say.
    God loves His soldiers who line up to serve
    By standing against evil His grace they deserve.

    By Soldier For The Lord
    Tom Zart
    Most Published Poet
    On The Web
    Thank You For Your Friendship

    You can hear all of Tom Zart’s 358 poems
    of love, war, faith and more 24-7 on web radio at

    http://internetvoicesradio.com/Arch-TomZart.htm

    Tom Zart ARCHIVES:

    Our men and woman who serve in harm’s way,
    Are the armor of what the free world depends on.
    Without their sacrifice of body and soul,
    All that we stand for is gone.

    Come to Tom Zart’s Facebook friends page and unite with soldiers in the field of combat and visit with some of the worlds most beautiful women and Christians.

  6. Tom Zart Says:

    GULF COAST OIL SPILL POEM

    Overrun by war and uncontrolled greed
    Our world becomes more dangerous each day.
    Dishonest politicians, criminals and the media
    Survive by their falsehoods at play.

    Bible believers preach, that the end is near
    Our world as a whole is beyond reform.
    God will eradicate all, which is wicked
    By His fire of eruption and storm.

    To evil’s victory, I will never concede
    May its supporters anguish in hell.
    By the grace of God and the power of faith
    The goodness of man will prevail.

    What greed has done, Heaven will measure
    As patriots respond to the blunders of man.
    Protect and defend what we love till death
    As tar balls pollute the air, sea and land.

    Free To Use To Teach
    By Soldier For The Lord
    Tom Zart
    Most Published Poet
    On The Web
    And Your Friend Tom
    Thank You For Your Friendship.

    You can hear all of Tom Zart’s 358 poems
    of love, war, faith and more 24-7 on web radio at

    http://internetvoicesradio.com/Arch-TomZart.htm

    Tom Zart ARCHIVES:

    http://www.veteranstodayforum.com/viewforum.php?f=38
    Our men and woman who serve in harm’s way,
    Are the armor of what the free world depends on.
    Without their sacrifice of body and soul,
    All that we stand for is gone.

    Come to Tom Zart’s Facebook friends page and unite with soldiers in field and visit with some of the worlds most beautiful women and Christians.

  7. Tom Zart Says:

    POETS ARE THE BELL RINGERS of THE SOUL

    Poets as a rule are high on adventure
    Like wondering bards or prophets today.
    Embracing hearts and minds with wisdom
    Casting through verse their visions at play.

    Poets have their dreams and their nightmares
    Of love, life, death, faith and war.
    They feel the pain and tragedy of others
    Even those they’ve never met before.

    They fan the flames of human compassion
    With their stories of the failings of man.
    Professing to follow a higher power
    As they recruit whomever they can.

    Poets are the bell ringers of the soul
    As they depict the past, the present and beyond.
    They sound their alarm of what lies ahead
    As the missteps of man live on.

    POETS AND POEMS

    Poetry blossomed long before Shakespeare, Milton or Poe.
    It thrived prior to Solomon and the languages of old.
    Poetry today offers itself more often in the form of music
    Then in sonnets and poems as the legends of life unfold.

    Man has his fear of loneliness, death and the hereafter
    As authors compose his doom, desperation and glory.
    All hear the words of both good and evil
    With too many that fall for the wrong story.

    The falsehoods of life find it hard to hide
    From the word of God’s poets and poems.
    Sharing their joy, frustration and sorrow
    By voice, Internet, radio, or books, in our homes.

    Poets and poems help man become more human
    As the storms of life proliferate their toll.
    Poets and poems were put here for a reason
    To help tame the savage that dwells in our soul.

    GOD’S MOST HUMBLE POET

    I’m God’s most humble poet
    Whose poems have meter and rhyme.
    Stories of love, faith, hate, honor and duty,
    Obedience, war, heroes, history and crime.

    I’ve performed my gift on T.V. and radio
    Before millions I’ve never met.
    Preached my praise of God and country
    With 358 poems on the net.

    Satan’s soldiers, shepherds and bards
    Spew forth their foulness and grief.
    They attack the joy and goodness of man
    Dishonoring life, family, country and belief.

    Prospering through work, love and conviction
    Enables us to remain whole and how we should be.
    Fortifying our soul with fulfillment of faith
    Lets our worst tribulations be shouldered by Thee.

    Moses, Samson, David, Solomon and Jonah
    All failed God in their own human way.
    He chose to forgive them and bless their powers
    So they might dwell in hearts of man today.

    Without God’s grace and glorious domain
    There’s no doubt all would soon cease to survive.
    Through purpose, morals and Christian conviction
    We are able to transform and keep hope alive.

    EDGAR ALLAN POE

    One of America’s most famous writers
    Was born in Boston, January of 1809.
    Both his parents were failing actors
    And his father was drunk most the time.

    In 1810 Edgar’s dad disappeared
    His mother died soon after.
    A childless couple took him in
    Raising him with love and laughter.

    Edgar had a Negro nurse
    Who brought him to her quarters.
    There he listened to ghost stories
    Far beyond earthly borders.

    The strange tales he later wrote
    May have come from her inspiration.
    The words she used to describe death
    Gave Poe his taste for sensation.

    The Allans moved to England
    Where Poe attended boarding schools.
    There’s no doubt his time spent there
    Sharpened his skills as tools.

    Returning to Richmond and back in school
    He began to compose new verse.
    Heavy debts forced him to leave college
    As his life took a turn for the worse.

    Poe caught a ride on a coal barge to Boston
    Where he was unable to find employment.
    A young printer agreed to publish his poems
    Giving him hope and enjoyment.

    Penniless, Poe enlisted in the army
    And was accepted to West Point in 29.
    Poe couldn’t stand not being a writer
    Self-imposing his dismissal from The Line.

    Afterward he became an editor and critic
    And married his cousin who was thirteen.
    Six years latter he discovered she was dying
    Suffering once more the unforeseen.

    He went through periods of insanity
    Caused by grieving and functional fall.
    He smoked opium and drank too much
    Till at his doorstep death would call.

    Edgar Allan Poe the master of verse
    Still lives in our hearts today
    Famous for The Raven and other great works
    May his soul rest in peace we pray.

    GOD’S POETS

    The prize jewels of any nation
    Are the philosophers of the heart.
    How they think is universal
    For it’s God who makes them so smart.

    Most poets tell the truth of life
    Though they may wrap it in beauty.
    It’s their passion, not their purpose
    To compose is but their duty.

    Poets have no reason to lie
    When the truth is always so clear.
    All that others say and do
    Is but food for the poet’s ear.

    One merit of a poet’s work
    Which most people can’t deny.
    They say more and in fewer words
    To illuminate you and I.

    God sent his poets down to earth
    With words of wisdom and of worth.
    That they might touch the souls of men
    And bring them back to Him again.

    A GOOD POEM

    A good poem paints a picture
    For both your heart and brain.
    It doesn’t need a second chance
    To make its meaning plain.

    A good poem is like the flower
    The lily or the rose.
    God plants it in a poet’s brain
    And there its beauty grows.

    A good poem like a cardinal
    Is pregnant with song
    You can’t help but hear its message
    As it sings what’s right or wrong.

    A good poem helps us remember
    What the joys of life are for
    It makes us want to love someone
    Till death comes knocking at our door.

    POETRY

    God has always had his poets
    Who He watches with love from space.
    But Satan has his poets too
    Who try to lead us from our grace.

    King Solomon was a poet
    Who spoke of love, life, death and war.
    That lips were like threads of scarlet
    And that breasts were roses and more.

    The wild birds sing and flowers bloom
    As clouds form figures in the sky.
    But only humans will write poems
    That shall last long after they die.

    The eldest sister of all arts
    Which some have called the devils wine.
    Poetry is but pure passion
    To stimulate the heart and mind.

    POET’S WIFE

    My reciting seemed to delight her
    Though for me it was love at first sight.
    When she found out I was a poet
    She asked, what kind do you write?

    Love poems, mostly, I told her
    While we walked alone in the park
    Love’s fever became even warmer
    As two shadows embraced in the dark

    I’ll always remember when first we met
    I whispered a poem in her ear.
    Ever since then how happy I’ve been
    And other women I’ve no need to be near.

    They say that poets are divine
    Though my wife would argue, that’s not true!
    For, whenever I lose my direction
    It’s she who tells me what to do.

    Where the city ends and the suburbs begin
    We’ve built our home beneath the sky.
    We’ll raise our babies with truth and love
    Till one or both of us die.

    A verse a day, I always say
    Helps keep lawyers from my door
    For when I’m paid for what I write
    My wife loves me a little more.

    ALL POETS SERVE A MASTER

    Most poets have a bit of Solomon
    Shakespeare and Poe within.
    Constantly eager to share their visions
    Of love, life, joy and sin.

    Some guzzle whiskey
    Some sip wine
    Some prefer cola
    And feel just fine.

    Some smoke pot
    Or suck cigarettes
    Some abuse drugs
    With lifetime regrets.

    Some attend church
    And sing of God
    While others make fun
    And call them odd.

    All have a purpose
    Which drives them to compose.
    All serve a master
    Who by free will, they chose.

    DIVINE INTERVENTION

    I never write a poem
    That doesn’t write itself.
    I catch a buzz and come alive
    Like a puppet off it’s shelf.

    Hearing many voices
    Whose words are never mine.
    My pen becomes a painter’s brush
    Forming visions on a line.

    I seem to be a better person
    When it’s time to sit down and write.
    A higher power guides my hand
    Sharing wisdom by day and night.

    People born to create
    Have no choice but to perform.
    It’s the rush of sharing their gift
    That elevates them from the norm.

    What would our world become
    Without intervention from above?
    Angry beings in a revolving cage
    With no sense of passion or love.

    THE POWER of POETRY

    Poetry is the lighthouse of life
    Guiding the lost from a stormy sea.
    Without it’s presence darkness prevails
    Keeping us from all we can be.

    Poems are used to convey passion
    By poets of both good and evil mood.
    Some are hateful others loving
    Sharing thoughts to be consumed as food.

    Verse can lead us to glory or doom
    As we partake with others within.
    Depicting our past, present and future
    With words of man’s grace or sin.

    People write poetry because they have no choice
    Answering to the call of their gift.
    Where some tend to pull their readers down
    Others compose to give them a lift.

    Always remember the power of poetry
    Is used by both heaven and hell.
    It’s up to us to choose our pleasure
    As poetry remains alive and well.

    WHISPERS of THE HEART

    Poetry consumed is where wisdom begins
    As we heed to the whispers of the heart.
    It’s easy to blame others for our dismay
    When from ignorance we refuse to part.

    Verse is a beacon of hope in the darkness
    To help us navigate the pitfalls of life.
    Far more tend to write it, than read it
    That’s why there’s endless conflict and strife.

    I write poems to help fuel the light
    By sharing what God has given me.
    With stories of love, life, war and more
    Where heroes pray on bended knee.

    MASTERS of VERSE

    Poetry is one of man’s oldest arts
    Practiced long before words of print.
    Every race had its masters of verse
    In caves, huts, cabins or tent.

    Stories in verse were handed down
    From one generation to another.
    The first told of love, war and more
    And how to survive each other.

    As man became more civilized
    He could not help but wonder within.
    Verse then took on a deeper meaning
    With stories of faith, superstition and sin.

    The act of reciting became in demand
    As verse began to advance
    Every tribe, city, town and village
    Had someone who gave words romance.

    Today’s poets are on the World Wide Web
    Though many seem spiritually ill.
    Thank Heaven for all who still have God’s gift
    To compose, teach, comfort and fulfill.

    MY FAVORITE POET

    My favorite poet is “God”
    Who gives Earth its rhythm and rhyme.
    Not pied pipers of misguided souls
    Who promote distrust, hatred and crime.

    Poetry is nature serenading in song
    The peaceful roar of the oceans waves.
    The wind through the trees and over the hills
    And the flowers in the fields by the graves.

    The sound of rain as it waters the thirsty
    The songs of children at play in the park.
    The far off rumble of trains or thunder
    As they pass through the night in the dark.

    The joy of our babies first words and steps
    The passion of life with its heroes and clowns.
    The on going struggle to survive our sins
    As we proliferate in hamlets and towns.

    My favorite poet is our Father of above
    Who was first to know us before birth.
    His poetry prolongs every thing we love
    As His deliverance gives life its worth.

    THE POWER of WORDS

    Words are the most powerful tools used by man
    As hearts and souls reach for one another.
    Sharing feelings of fear, wisdom and joy
    Or our love for a significant other.

    Where would we be without words
    Which inspire, unite and motivate.
    Songs, poems, stories, blogs, books
    Wars, religion, love, lust and hate.

    Jesus preached words to the multitudes
    And nourish their hunger within.
    The stories we tell portray our spirit
    As examples of weakness, triumph or sin.

    When we fail to control the rage of our thoughts
    What is easy to say becomes hard to forgive.
    Words are visions which portray our intent
    The better we communicate, the better we live.

    By Conservative Poet
    Tom Zart
    Most Published Poet
    On The Web

    TOM ZART’S RADIO POEMS

    You can hear all of Tom Zart’s 358 poems
    of love, war, faith and more 24-7 on web radio at

    http://internetvoicesradio.com/Arch-TomZart.htm

    Tom Zart ARCHIVES:

    http://www.poemhunter.com/tom-zart/

    http://www.veteranstodayforum.com/viewforum.php?f=38

    Come to Tom Zart’s Facebook friends page and unite with soldiers in field and visit with some of the worlds most beautiful women and Christians.

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