Even Engineers Can Write - With Spell Checker and a Good Thesaurus!
I'm an engineer by day but an amateur poet and theologian by night. I hope you enjoy my work.
Saturday, March 28, 2020
My Corona
Monday, July 25, 2016
The Saints Come Running In
Giffen and Paulter both threw Javelin too
Friday, October 28, 2011
The First Freese of Fall
The First Freese of Fall
By Lou Sciaroni
10/28/2011
The balls were dropped and thrown around
As though the boys were just some clowns
Then something happened on this special night
As the Texan’s turned their ship aright
And Cardinal fans just hung their heads
And began to think their season dead
He laced a triple and scored two men
The cardinals hopes would live again
But from this challenge the Cards didn’t run
And with Berkman’s single they had some fun
Confidently stepped up to the plate
A mighty swing, a home run gate
Dead center field into the grass
This one was in an epic class
They met him as he touched the plate
And tore his jersey to celebrate
But this was special, this home run
And just might be the greatest one
Copyright 2011
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Lives
Lives
by Lou Sciaroni
2/12/09
When I Think About My Parents
I think of their two LIVES
The willingness to accept Gods gifts
No matter what the size
The L is for the Love they showed
Not always hugs and kisses
But it was always in the house
Those there could not have missed it
The I is for Ideals
In us helped to instill
A solid Catholic faith
That’s resounding with me still
And after 50 years of marriage
The V is for Vocation
If everyone stuck to theirs like that
We’d be a better nation
The E is for the Eleven children
That they welcomed with their faith
That God would help them to provide
Protect, and keep them safe
The S is for the Sacrifice
That still is being made
For without their endless giving
No foundation could have been laid
So I thank God for these LIVES
That he put upon this earth
And joined them both together
Who welcomed in my birth
Tuesday, May 05, 2009
Freedom
Freedom
By Lou Sciaroni
4/19/08
Inspired by John Adams, Fr. John Ricardo, Lawrence P. Grayson, and Pope John Paul II
Adam and Eve had freedom
When God was at their side
But when they strayed they realized
Without him the truth would hide
Our founders knew this truth
That under God they would be free
Only when life was valued
Could there be true liberty
They knew a country’s freedom
Once lost could be restored
Only through a sacrifice
Of man’s sweat and blood in war
They didn’t die for freedom
Just so we can do as we please
They knew that relative truths and immorality
Brought nations to their knees
They fought and died for freedom
To escape the nets that caught
So they would have the freedom
To live as free men ought
Without this element of freedom
Where the search for truth is found
The value of human life is diminished
And lawlessness abounds
Freedoms soon slowly dwindle
And very few then exist
So let us do what we ought to do
So freedom here can persist
Monday, January 19, 2009
Poem: Dr. King
Dr. King
By Lou SciaroniApril 30, 2006
From Selma
To Montgomery
From fear he didn’t run
The concerns of the many
Were greater than the one
He sought
What should be granted
The chains removed again
To live and work on merit
And to be treated as they are men
For justice
And true freedom
Not perfect, but all he gave
And his service to the lowly
Has not ended at his grave
So let us
All remember
That brothers are all of men
Whether black or white, all tones of skin
Lest hate’s shadow will fall again
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Poem: The USS Theodore Roosevelt
6 Apr 08
What we have seen is a powerful force
Two nuclear reactors provide the horse
Five thousand crew keeping all on course
The soul that makes it tick
From Captain Wheeler to the seamen
Rough Riders, when, with reason
Can swing this mighty stick
One thousand feet from bow to keel
One hundred thousand tons of steel
And its fighter wing, when shown, reveals
The point of this big sword
From you the enemy will not hide
We’re glad that you are on our side
Thanks for having us aboard!
Image courtesy of the US Navy PAO.
Friday, May 18, 2007
Poem: Middle Age
Middle Age
By Lou Sciaroni,
5/18/07
Middle age
Turns the page
From your youth
To life’s truths
Reflect, look back
On the rippled pond
A deep gaze in
And a look beyond
Seeds you sew
Children grow
Older you get
Less you know
Friday, March 30, 2007
Poem: The Tremor Down Below
The Tremor Down Below
By Lou Sciaroni
10/11/06
From the meek the Son of Man did appear
And brought a message of love to us all
From the cross to grave he gathered our fears
A sacrifice was made and we gave a pall
Oh man what true folly lies within thee
That thou has two ears but yet cannot hear
Swiftly mute the voice of the wind and sea
A message He gave us so loud and clear
The temple will fall, but built in three days
Soon they would know their error and their loss
Those warning words said to help change their ways
They didn’t hear Him, He hung on the cross
The temple tore from the tremor down below
Whence He freed all souls from evil’s shadow
Thursday, March 15, 2007
Poem: I think I am?
Someone once said "I think therefore I am" (attributed to Descartes) ... Hmm... Sometimes I think too much… does that mean I exist more at those times? Or when I do things without thinking, can I make the excuse I wasn’t there? … something to think about.
I think I am?
By Lou Sciaroni
3/15/07
Just because I think I am
Makes me even more a man
But when I think that I am not
I end up closer to I Am
Saturday, February 17, 2007
Poem: A True Romance
A True Romance
By Lou Sciaroni
11/26/2006
Where romance lives,
One stands on guard.
Defends with all,
If love is harmed.
Present too, an
Awe and wonder;
Where there’s a void,
Rome’s pith asunder.
If these subsist,
Romance survives.
Devotion lost --
The splendor dies.
Thursday, December 21, 2006
Poem: A Joyful Transformation
A Joyful Transformation
By Lou Sciaroni
Inspired by John 2:1-11
11/8/2006
Passover approached
A feast at hand
But things won’t go
As they had planned
Friends all gathered
For this small wedding
Though bride and groom
Were not the heading
A presence there
Had just arrived
Whose gifts surpassed
All men alive
Although his hour
Had not yet come
His mother instructed
His will be done
Their stores were spent
But they were blessed
And through his gifts
They gave their best
The empty vessels
At His word were filled
Filled with water
But wine instilled
And though none there
Knew his ways
They stood and watched
And were amazed
Water to wine
The gifts transformed
Man and women
One ring was formed
His time had come
To destroy despair
A message of Hope
And joy He’d share
Monday, December 04, 2006
Poem: Emmanuel
By Louis Sciaroni
11/5/2005, 12/4/2006
Isaiah spoke of Jesus’ coming
In the name Immanuel
God is with us, do not weary
On King Ahaz deaf ears fell
From God's herald
Do not fuss
Do not weary
He's with us
In Joseph's dream the angel told him
Of the true Emmanuel
Born of Mary, he's to marry
Come to earth with them to dwell
From God's herald
Do not fuss
Do Not Weary
He's with us
Paul imprisoned, told the people
To rejoice, the Lord is near
Do not be anxious, pray to Him
He will ease your labors here
From God's herald
Do not fuss
Do not weary
He's with us
Tuesday, May 09, 2006
Poem - Tables Were Turned?
Tables Were Turned?
By Lou Sciaroni
2/17/2006
Just after eleven they were on their way
They’ll turn the tables and make them pay
They’ll teach them not to worship idols
They’ll teach that church just how to pray
They were late but went on in
The mass was coming to an end
They sat right down in the front pew
Welcomed in as they were friends
When the meal was over they screamed and yelled
About idols and the road to hell
Then two of them rushed behind the alter
And with a shove the alter fell
A melee ensued but soon had ended
The four were quickly apprehended
The alter lay broken upon the floor
But not for long, it soon was mended
The wounded spirit would not stray
For their crimes the church would pray
But in the vandals hate still lingered
Saturday, April 08, 2006
Poem - Advice
By Lou Sciaroni
8 April, 2006
Its good advice to share your thoughts
In times when they are sought
But if they’re not, these helpful statements
Are often shared for naught
Sunday, February 19, 2006
Poem - The Never Ending Sign
By Lou Sciaroni
Symbols are important
They bring images to mind
For the Jewish people it meant
A never-ending line
Twelve cycles of the moon
Endless years spent in the night
Twelve tribes they were split into
To help survive their plight
Why twelve?
It’s never ending
He’ll reign upon the throne
He’ll be with us forever
We’ll never be alone
God, in Jesus, came to us
To help us understand
The celestial connection to
The brotherhood of man
Five loaves, two fish fed them all
Twelve baskets did remain
Gods gifts are overflowing
And they will never wane
Why twelve?
It means eternal
A never-ending sign
He came and then died for us
And left twelve men behind
The Ark was built twelve by twelve
Endless rain fell from the sky
The twelve days of Christmas
Supernal gift recognized
He’ll be with us forever
We’ll never be alone
Twelve is ruling perfection
That will go on and on
Why twelve?
It means eternally
He’ll reign upon the throne
He’ll be with us forever
We’ll never be alone
Monday, February 06, 2006
Poem - Listen and Learn
By Lou Sciaroni
Sep 9, 2005
The older knows not
The next generation
But still looks to them
With their expectations
But youth’s vision differs
If unheard soon despair
And to their elders
Turn deaf their ears
But how symbiotic
They both really are
These minds on fire
And of iron bars
For their community to function
They both must listen
And look to each other
For validation
For when the older one
Fails to hear
Water will fill
The ships they steer
And if the younger
Does the same
They lose the wisdom
The older’s gained
So, speak in the light
Not the dark
And don’t be afraid
If there are sparks
For when they listen
Both sides will grow
No rush to judgment
Nor line to toe
Tuesday, January 31, 2006
Poem - Role Models
By Lou Sciaroni
1/31/2006
Do we blame it on the owners
Or on the loyal fan
No, not for their love of sports
But idolizing such a man
A man with no loyalty
To his city or his team
Just looking for his picture
On the face of magazines
He roams from city to city
Making millions every year
And makes his annual promise
That a wining year is near
But by the season’s midpoint
His stats are very thin
The team is many games behind
And they’re not going to win
“They put the pressure on me”
Was written in the papers
And for the rest of the season
His statistics slowly taper
He’s nothing to look up to
His antics are a bore
But what do you think they’ll do next year?
I be they offer more!
Saturday, January 28, 2006
Poem - The Scottish Eyes Were Smiling
I visited Scotland last year, and while I was there I attended a dinner at the Royal Museum in Edinburgh. You can get an idea of the atmosphere by viewing the picture I took that night, shown to the left of this text. It was a great evening filed with traditional Scottish food, beverages, and pomp and circumstance... and it inspired me to write this poem.
By Lou Sciaroni
12/8/2005
The light in Edinburgh rarely shined
At least not from the sky
It rained like mad for days on end
And my time to leave was nigh
But at the Royal Museum
The Scottish lights came on
The traditions of their culture
The food, bagpipes, and song
Were brought out by the setting
It was classy to the hilt
The ladies in their dresses
And men were dressed in kilts
The Haggis procession marched on in
While the pipes were being played
Burns’ and other Odes were read
And the ceremonies made
And as the evening ended
And the band was marching out
I saw the light in faces
As I slowly looked about
From the sharing of the stories
To the laughs and honest smiles
I’m glad I saw the Scottish light
If only for a while
Thursday, January 26, 2006
Poem - Anger's Power
By Lou Sciaroni,
Anger has a hidden power
Hate it breeds, love’s devoured
Adds fuel to conflicts, and in the end
It can win you battles, but lose you friends
Poem - Progress to Change
By Lou Sciaroni
10/10/2004
Some say that change is constant
A never-ending groove
But things that are genuine
Will really never move
Fads and hearts of men do change
But not what’s right or wrong
There is a basic right of men
That’s been there all along
Some say that change is progress
But where does progress lead?
Without some ideal to progress to
Why should you then proceed?
Progress just for progress sake
Is a waste of energy
When the blind man leads the blind
The truth they never see
Change is to transform
In the way things will appear
But what is needed deep inside
To make them to adhere?
A flame, a fire, must burn inside
For no reason than the love
For a country, family, or belief
And for our God above
For without these irrational notions
To keep our passions burning
The thing that we once changed from
Will end up soon returning
So take the Love that burns you
Even if others think you’re strange
Use the Passion God has given
To help affect the change
Poem - Sunset
Poem - The Power of Words
By Lou Sciaroni,
Pierce like swords
Wrap like chain
Cruel or careless
Cause much pain
Smooth as silk
Gentle and kind
Wise or loving
Friends we find
Hard as steel
Or soft as cotton
Can’t take back
and not forgotten
Poem - Seafood
By Lou Sciaroni
5/28/05
When I was young I didn’t know
‘bout the seafood I never had
Chicken, Hamburger, Pasta.
For all this I was glad
I guess I was just ignorant
Of all those fish, I recon
See food - eat it, was my motto
And just hope that there was seconds
After all, when I grew up
I was one child in eleven
In fact, after a while I lost my name
And just went by number seven
But then one day I learned about
Those tasty creatures of the sea
And when that happened I found out
The seafood lover deep inside of me
Those little shrimp that can be cooked
In so many ways
BBQd, plain, or battered fried
I could eat these things for days
Those lovely fish all shapes and size
My favorite being salmon
A nice fresh piece cooked just right
With pepper and some lemon
And don’t just give me a little cup
Of that St Ann Seafood Gumbo
When I order mine I don’t skimp
I ask them for the Jumbo
So I could tell you that I come here
To support the school and the foundation
But the truth of the matter is really this
I come to avoid seafood starvation
Sunday, January 22, 2006
Poem - The Cure
By Lou Sciaroni
10/10/2004
We ask God for miracles
At a crossroad in our life
To wipe away our anger,
Pain, suffering, and our strife
And though he always hears us
He gives us what we need
It may be just a calming thought
To make our fears recede
Or it may be that He thinks
It’s best that we endure
But sometimes He will change us
And provide us with a CURE
The C is for the Change in us
It helps us start anew
Whether it’s your state of mind
Or what was ailing you
The U if for the unity that
The Cure helps bring about
The sick can now participate
Relationships will work out
And when a gift is received
It requires action on our part
The first step is to thank Him
From the bottom of our heart
The R is our reaction
What to write in the next chapter
To use the gift He’s given
And make it last here-after
The E is for this Eternal,
Everlasting change applied
So even after death
Our Soul is at His side
So next time your prayer is answered
And God makes you clean and pure
Remember what it means
To be provided with a CURE
Poem - Don't Be Afraid
By Lou Sciaroni
11/4/2005
Don’t be afraid
Is what we often hear
As God’s calming words
When we start to fear
Yet, because we are human
We can’t help how we feel
It is difficult to control these emotions
And change them to zeal
But, maybe God is telling us
When we hear this phrase
That we shouldn’t be afraid
Of being afraid?
Because to do His will
Leads to scary places
To the jails, and the poor
And to our enemies embraces
Hence, if we’re going to act
As His message carrier
We mustn’t’ let being Scared
To be our barrier
Poem - First Words
First Words
By Lou Sciaroni, 1/15/06
As Jesus starts his journey
On the three years to His grave
He talks to simple fisherman
Of the Lamb that’s come to save
With wonder they come to him
Unknown why they are drawn
They want to stay right by him
In this new eras’s dawn
He asks them:
What do you seek?
Follow and see
Come and be near
Stay here with me
They answer:
Yes, we will come
Where will we stay?
Lord, we hear your call
But we don’t know the way
When we hear this message
Do we wonder ‘bout our vocations
Are we really doing His will?
Or are they our intentions
Can we decipher his voice from others?
As he calls in repetition
Do we stay near Him and listen?
So we can hear our mission
He asks us:
What do you seek?
Follow and see
Come and be near
Stay here with me
We answer:
Yes, we will come
But, where will we stay?
Help us hear your call
And show us the way