• Christmas

  • It’s hard to spirit up the will
    To praise this Christmas with my quill
    While gunners blast on distant hill
    And nighttime echoes daylight’s kill,
    To rally up the season’s call
    Of peace and love, good will for all
    When spent and worn, both great and small
    We wait and watch the next man fall.
    Chanting loudly through church and street
    We try in vain somehow to meet
    Some stronger life or inner heat
    As crying bullits repeat, repeat
    Repeat the  taste of fighting men
    Who live and die we know not when
    With iron hope they’ll go again
    How hopeless is my feathered pen!


    Maria L. Schorsch
    December 28, 1969

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My Poems

  • Christmas

  • It’s hard to spirit up the will
    To praise this Christmas with my quill
    While gunners blast on distant hill
    And nighttime echoes daylight’s kill,
    To rally up the season’s call
    Of peace and love, good will for all
    When spent and worn, both great and small
    We wait and watch the next man fall.
    Chanting loudly through church and street
    We try in vain somehow to meet
    Some stronger life or inner heat
    As crying bullits repeat, repeat
    Repeat the  taste of fighting men
    Who live and die we know not when
    With iron hope they’ll go again
    How hopeless is my feathered pen!


    Maria L. Schorsch
    December 28, 1969

  • First Petriarchian Love Sonnet

  • How calmly I approach you in the night
    Before the daybreak forces me to go
    Away, whistling lonely winds of distant snow,
    Far from your heart, they cast me marble white.
    I would rather be a brutal cyclone
    And slap you painfully over again
    Around within me; destroyed together whe
    We stop, rather than ever living alone.
    If I could change the path of nature’s way
    And lead you into every part of me
    While I discover you; if I could take
    Your heart along with mine throughout the day
    And not have to leave it at home – then, we
    Could move the sun that challenges our wake.


    Maria L Schorsch
    January 20, 1970

  • FLOWER POWER

  • Bring me flowers everyday
    Keep my worries far away
    Paint for me those pretty pictures
    Of richly colored flower mixtures.

    Warm my heart with fragrant smell
    That will always keep me well
    Lift my spirits with the shower
    Of constant blooming flower power.

    Call my life a flower bed
    Where love and hope are grown and fed
    See how easy days go by
    When we look through nature’s eye.


    The Honorable Maria L. Bacinich
    September 23, 2004

  • Friendship

  • We live but for few seconds
    On this spinning web
    Of natural beauty
    Where earth and sea frame each other
    In perfect symmetry
    Under the tender tentacles
    Of a mysterious spider
    That can unite us
    Beyond
    Our common instincts
    And create between us
    The delicate fabric
    The fascinating design
    Of an intricate pattern
    Called the immortal friendship.


    Maria L. Bacinich
    March 1, 1990

  • Grandma II (1968)

  • Through many years and many days
    You’ve seen life in so many ways,
    That as you near life’s indefinite limit
    You no longer feel a need to trim it;
    And many branches give up trying
    But yours is far from even drying.
    And when the wind may move the others
    You are cold without your brothers,
    But you are strong without accord
    Awaiting nothing for reward;
    When beauty cries of human hate
    Your limbs support the bird of fate.

  • Grandma (1959)

  • There are hundreds of birthdays every day
    But yours is special in every way
    For you are my only Grandmother
    And far better than any other.
    Yes, you are the best of all indeed
    I have you planted in my heart like a seed.
    I love you and you love me
    We are much alike for everyone to see.
    So please Lord let me grow up to be
    Like grandma, Grandpa, or just me.
    And here for the end I will say:
    Dear Grandma, Happy Birthday!

  • Hospice Hands

  • Stretching out to hearts and minds
    Helping find the power of peace
    Reaching out near and far
    Holding on to precious moments
    Uniting us in time and space
    Joing us in human love.


    Maria L. Bacinich
    Spring 1999

  • I Am Here

  • I can hear you
    When the sun goes down
    And the streets are quiet
    Peacefully dreaming beyond the horizon.

    I can see you
    Walking away
    Along the winding road
    Further than all the paths of time.

    I can feel you
    With every human touch
    Caught in the web of life
    Wishing to be with you forever.


    Maria L. Bacinich
    August 2000

  • I Am a School Book (1959)

  • I give children much advice
    I want to educate them nice
    But many do not want to learn
    And me they would like to burn.

    Some are cruel to my soft white pages
    Others loved me through the ages.
    The one that likes me will get all the rope
    The one that does not will stay a dope.

  • I Am Ready (The Voice 2)

  • Sultry sounds both slow and quick,
    Intensive waves of flowing music
    criss-crossing deep within my ears
    echoeing through the mountainous years
    of tracing trails passed by many men
    through silent valleys of mortal mayhem.

    Let His voice come in my soul and tune those strings of earthly
    Passions with the spirit of worlds to come.

    People of earth will follow the call
    but try to remember me after all
    because between the notes of song
    my heart beats very strong
    to keep the rhythm steady
    lead me on for I am ready.


    Maria L. Bacinich
    April 24, 1990

  • Ideas

  • Inspect the ceiting for marks of past ideas
    We had them all when we were young
    They stayed there on the ceilingBut we want them back within
    Away from that space location into our everpresent souls.

    We rip we tear to remove them
    But the glue of time is strong
    And solid pieces remain there
    Afixed.
    We didn’t mean to let them go
    Many times
    Like watermelon seeds
    We spit them everywhere.

  • Joy

  • We have such little joys
    Prancing through this funny life
    Waiting for the bus to come
    We knit along the highway
    Laughing at our neighbors jokes
    Evoking sadness through television
    Washing emotions back and forth by gargling
    Shining out teeth, closing our mouth
    Experiencing silence in partnership with humanity
    Long after the moment has disappeared.

    Then the great joy breaks before us so that we must notice
    It’s unique position in time and space
    We not only feel where we are, but also,
    Where we are heading to.

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