Richard M Moss MD

Yes, she can hold her liquor,
She gets better when I get sicker.
Beauty is just one quality,
She’s got it all plus modesty.

She walks with grace,
And knows her place,
She’s better than human,
She’s hundred percent woman.

In the house, she does not quit,
She mends my clothes so they fit.
Things look right when I come home,
She sets my hair with a comb.

Fair she is, with lovely eyes,
Many rise up and call her wise.
She forgets not her duties,
And is worth more than rubies,

She walks with grace,
And knows her place,
She’s better than human,
She’s hundred percent woman.

Fair she is, beyond all measure,
Each day, she unlocks a treasure.
Charm, she has, in every pace,
She’s complete, and my home base.

I can’t do better than this girl,
She is a shining pearl.
Rising up early, she fixes my meal,
And knows how I feel.

She walks with grace,
And knows her place,
She’s better than human,
She’s hundred percent woman.

She defends me with ice and steel,
Any wounds, she can heal.
Loyal to her family,
She is my cavalry.

I just got lucky way back when,
She could have had her pick of men.
The Lord blessed me with this wife,
I am now set for life.

She walks with grace,
And knows her place,
She’s better than human,
She’s hundred percent woman.

You love the exotic,
Everything is symbolic.
You wear clothing from afar,
We know you’re a star.

You lead tours to distant lands,
Nothing you do is bland.
You pal around like a crony,
Everyone knows you’re a phony.

You know the high and mighty,
And sip tea with the flighty.
You love expensive food,
And not known to be a prude.

You attended the finest schools,
And known to break the rules.
Your jewelry is expensive,
Your knowledge is extensive.

You lead tours to distant lands,
Nothing you do is bland.
You pal around like a crony,
Everyone knows you’re a phony.

When you walk you click your heels,
Always ready to make a deal,
You say one thing and mean another,
Not everyone is your brother.

Two faced comes to mind,
Most people know your kind.
You brag about your travels,
And tell us of your castles.

You lead tours to distant lands,
Nothing you do is bland.
You pal around like a crony,
Everyone knows you’re a phony.



Bragging is not a virtue,
You’re not a famous statue.
Who taught you to stab in the back?
While enjoying an exotic snack.

When you speak, we roll our eyes,
And wait to hear a stream of lies.
You pretend to be our finest friend,
The truth, you are known to bend.

You’re part of the in-crowd,
But your head is in a cloud,
Can you be sincere?
Do you prefer to lie and smear?

You lead tours to distant lands,
Nothing you do is bland.
You pal around like a crony,
Everyone knows you’re a phony.

You set the pattern of the country girl,
Refined by work like a pearl.
The rolling hills surrounded you,
In these fields, you grew.

What were the wages of obligation,
Did they teach you about creation?
You knew the meaning of sacrifice,
Stay with me, daughter of paradise.

I’m a working kid from the city,
Crowded and rough, it was not pretty.
I liked your style in an instant,
Your warmth was a constant.

We met on a college campus,
And had much to discuss.
I was working class, rough and gritty,
Like a mother, you took pity.

What were the wages of obligation,
Did they teach you about creation?
You knew the meaning of sacrifice,
Stay with me, daughter of paradise.

You had joy and golden values,
Wisdom flowed from all you knew.
Your beauty was inside and out,
To seek your love, I had no doubt.

A child of the hills and fields,
Your kindness and love always healed.
Who would carry your song?
To have your favor was not wrong.

What are the wages of obligation,
Did they teach you about creation?
You knew the meaning of sacrifice,
Stay with me, daughter of paradise.

You studied life and knew the season,
Your wisdom went beyond reason.
It was more than beauty and grace,
Your love was worth the chase.

Did the farm teach you a lesson,
For your charm was beyond question.
The rolling hills were alive with wheat,
They taught you to be patient and sweet.
You were a blessing for a kid from the street.

What are the wages of obligation,
Did they teach you about creation?
You knew the meaning of sacrifice,
Stay with me, daughter of paradise.

There is wonder amidst the drifts,
Are your lips a splendid gift?
I cannot remove you from my thoughts,
By you, my soul is caught.

In landscapes of blustery white,
Snow has fallen in the night.
I am captured by your touch,
Winter passion conquers much.

I see the mist of your voice,
Your words give me no choice.
The fields are blanketed by a song,
Your caress gives love that is strong.

The hills are covered in beauty,
To possess you is my duty.
Does the cold cause fiery love?
Can I arouse you with a glove?

In landscapes of blustery white,
Snow has fallen in the night.
I am captured by your touch,
Winter passion conquers much.

The streets are silent like a prayer,
I like the heat of this winter affair.
To your kisses, an oath, I swear,
And for your love, I dare.

The night is starry and frozen,
Can I be your chosen?
Is love stronger in the cold?
In this embrace, be bold.

In landscapes of blustery white,
Snow has fallen in the night.
I am captured by your touch,
Winter passion conquers much.
I am your prisoner of love,
The whiteness inspires a dove.

The ache of this thirst is aroused,
Stronger than a thousand vows.

The heat of winter is in this house,
Your skin a match, I cannot douse.
This spark of cold makes me yearn,
Whisper your passion, that I earn.
Trees are bare and the nights long,
But our embrace grows strong.

In landscapes of blustery white,
Snow has fallen in the night.
I am captured by your touch,
Winter passion conquers much.

Psalms uncover the cloak of anguish,
A poem untangles the lies.
Thoughts wound your biography,
The music of dreams masks the treachery.

There is bloodshed in the holy books,
Deceit and betrayal conceal the wrath.
Prayers reach the heavens and mourn,
Will faith amend the tragic path?

What crowns do we hurl at the altar,
And bear the wounds of infidelity.
Cathedrals cast illusions,
Decadence comes before infinity?

The wealth of conceit knows no limit,
Dreams rise from the fierce sands.
Can a wound dispel memory?
A soft voice conceals darkened strands.

Children’s dreams rise up like flutes,
They dwell not in a darkened heart.
Songs arise from a forbidden pond,
And bear hidden wounds as a form of art.

There is bloodshed in the holy books,
Deceit and betrayal conceal the wrath.
Prayers reach the heavens and mourn,
Will faith amend the tragic path?

Open the temple to He who judges,
We seek your sanctuary.
Sleep evades truth and answers are hidden,
Hide not thy face from an adversary.

We did evil in our season,
Wilt thou smite us in Jerusalem?
We follow the laws, make us not lepers.
Give not the destiny of Absalom.

We part from the sins of our fathers,
Their shadows follow the parables.
We know destiny and bathe in ashes,
Tears merge with wine at a black festival.

There is bloodshed in the holy books,
Deceit and betrayal conceal the wrath.
Prayers reach the heavens and mourn,
Will faith amend the tragic path?

By the valleys, the grass withered.
The winds died in the ages.
Poverty broke the cord of sanctity.
We seek piety for our wages.

Hear the lament of the prisoner,
We are shadows but favor not dust.
Prayers are the sacrifice at the altar,
Forgive us and loathe not our trust.

Hide not thy face,
Our enemies encircle us.
Rise up Zion and we shall follow,
Into the weeping sun at dusk.

There is bloodshed in the holy books,
Deceit and betrayal conceal the wrath.
Prayers reach the heavens and mourn,
Will faith amend the tragic path?

You bring wonder with your smile,
Your eyes put me on trial.
Laughter is the ancient rhyme,
I live in the mystery of your time.

You walk the edge of a dream,
Meadows betray the forgotten theme.
I praise the strength of this rock,
And surrender to thy beautiful flock.

If love is the song of your lips,
I yield to the poetry of your smile.
May we wander upon your fields,
Your golden hair shall be our shield.

The splendor of your valleys,
Denies the path of the alley.
None will swear against you,
Your eyes declare what is true.

You walk the edge of a dream,
Meadows betray the forgotten theme.
I praise the strength of this rock,
And surrender to thy beautiful flock.

Candles light your path of wonder,
Even thieves cannot plunder.
Whispers define this task of love,
In awe, I grasp with a glove.

Time was measured by your voice,
The myth of your gaze defies choice.
Promise you will be loyal to the hills,
Forget not the song of your will.

You walk the edge of a dream,
Meadows betray the forgotten theme.
I praise the strength of this rock,
And surrender to thy beautiful flock.

The shelter of your gaze,
Captures your angelic praise.
Tend the sheep that follow your path,
Never to know heavenly wrath.

You shall grasp the throne of glory,
Not love or awe defies this story.
Silence is the music of your gaze,
Proclaim flowers, your fair praise.

I see you walk the edge of a dream,
Meadows betray the forgotten theme.
I praise the strength of this rock,
And surrender to thy beautiful flock.

You are now quite the trend,
The whole world your friend.
Your checkered scarf seems cool,
For those who are cruel.

Many times you were offered a state.
But you choose to hate.
Your weapon is the suicide bomber,
Against innocents without armor.
Terror is your stock in trade,
The keffiyeh and gun, you got it made.

Your goal is the destruction of Zion,
But you can’t beat the Judean lion.
Of Arab states, there are many,
One Jewish state, against more than twenty.

You sacrifice your children,
To change public opinion.
Israel has offered you peace,
But your killing will never cease.

Terror is your cause,
Blow up buses, do not pause.
Arabs are citizens of Israel,
Can’t you make a deal?

Many times you were offered a state.
But you choose to hate.
Your weapon is the suicide bomber,
Against innocents without armor.
Terror is your stock in trade,
The keffiyeh and gun, you got it made.

Jews have lived in the holy land,
They built Jerusalem from the sand.
For three thousand years, it was their home,
Well before the Arabs did roam.
They gave the world the holy bible,
You don’t care, you want to kill.

Israel left Gaza in two thousand five,
So you could thrive.
The world wanted to trade,
But you love rockets, bombs, and the blade.

Many times you were offered a state.
But you choose to hate.
Your weapon is the suicide bomber,
Against innocents without armor.
Terror is your stock in trade,
The keffiyeh and gun, you got it made.

On October 7 you went to war,
Rape, burn, torture at every door.
Killed 1200, put some in tunnels,
Men, women, children, you did smuggle.
The lion of Judah returned with a roar,
They drove to the sea and settled the score.

The keffiyeh is a status symbol,
Worn by students who can barely scribble.
Keffiyeh is cool for the mentally feeble.
Killing Jews is fashionable,
You’re today’s Nazis, and contemptible.
Try as you will to destroy God’s chosen,
You will fail, for the Lord has spoken.

Many times you were offered a state.
But your wish is to hate.
Your weapon is the suicide bomber,
Against innocents without armor.
Terror is your stock in trade,
The keffiyeh and gun, you got it made.

Will I be free of the burdens,
Of a life that is rough.
Can I get through the day,
Before you call my bluff.

I can’t lift my head,
Or count to eleven.
My son said see the sky,
God made windows in heaven.

I slept and drank,
My lady walked out,
I hit the bottle,
I was filled with doubt.

I showed up late,
The boss had enough.
Now I lost my job,
I ain’t so tough.

I can’t lift my head,
Or count to eleven.
My son said see the sky,
God made windows in heaven.

Where do I go for hope?
My horizons are bleak.
The preacher said pray,
The Lord you shall seek.
Can I get out of the prison,
I created for myself?
I looked at my redeemer,
A statue on the shelf.

It’s true you have suffered,
Your pain is a lesson.
My son said see the sky,
God made windows in heaven.

I’ll raise myself in a sea of doubt,
And fight for a life that is good.
Though the waters surround me,
I’ll do what I should.

My boy held my hand,
And looked me in the eyes.
He will not forget you,
Your decisions will be wise.

I see the horizon,
No longer am I craven,
My son said see the sky,
God made windows in heaven.