Zach Uram's Blog

  • New poem, "The Blessed Mother"

    Here is a poem I wrote to honor my 2 Catholic grandmothers: Irene Uram (Polish) and Jeanette Titus (Irish). I wrote the poem from their point of view.
    “The Blessed Mother”
    This beautiful lady,
    This virgin so true,
    She wants to be,
    A mother to you.

    The angel Gabriel addressed her,
    Full of grace.
    Mary said, “Yes Lord!”
    And took her place.

    This mortal teenager was given,
    A monumental task.
    To bear the Messiah.
    How is this possible you ask?

    It is a mystery,
    Christ the incarnate Deity.
    He took on human flesh,
    For the sake of you and me.

    Jesus loves His mother,
    A love so pure and deep.
    She never abandoned Him,
    At Calvary she did weep.

    So run to Mary,
    And tell her your plea.
    She will ask Jesus,
    And you will get victory!

    (c) 2017, Zachary Uram

  • new poem, "The Gospel"

    “The Gospel”

    Christ first appeared
    On a cold wintry night

    Snow was gently falling
    A lone candle gave light

    Born to the blessed Virgin Mary
    Sweet baby Jesus, the incarnate deity

    Emmanuel was now before us
    Oh what a heavenly sight to see

    Christ was now a man
    He began His earthly ministry

    The crippled were healed
    The blind could now see

    Christ is the Logos
    The living Word

    So open your ears
    Let the Lord be heard

    According to the Law
    We are dead in our sin

    A perfect sacrifice is needed
    A propitiation

    Jesus lived with His 12 Apostles
    He taught them all without exception

    But one would betray Him
    This man of perdition

    In the Garden of Gethesemane Jesus prayed
    And asked if He could forgo this bitter pill

    Our precious Lord sweat blood
    And He accepted the Father’s will

    Christ was taken before the religious authorities
    They cruelly mocked Him

    The Romans brutally scourged and beat Jesus
    His life flickered dim

    Oh how our Lord suffered
    He endured so much pain

    Our very sins caused this misery
    The wicked heart profane

    The King of Kings was crucified
    Upon this tree He hung

    He was slowly suffocating
    Oh His burning lung

    The Apostle John and the Blessed Mother
    Saw the God Man in agony

    Jesus cried out, “It is finished!”
    His spirit did flee

    He was buried in a tomb
    The Romans guarded it well

    Christ visited Abraham’s Bosom
    He released the souls from Hell

    This perfect Lamb of God
    Died in our place

    He took on sin
    Jesus finished the race

    Now on the 3rd day
    Something happened most miraculous

    It can hardly be reckoned
    This event so stupendous

    Our Lord Jesus was resurrected
    His body glorified and risen

    Death could not hold Him
    The Son of God was free from prison

    Christ conquered sin
    Death and Satan too

    His sacrifice has made salvation possible
    For me and you

    So place your faith in Jesus
    Call upon His blessed Name

    Your life will be transformed
    You’ll never be the same

    By God’s grace we are saved
    Through faith received

    We are regenerated
    By the faith of a mustard seed

    To be born again
    Is the greatest miracle of all time

    You will receive the Holy Spirit
    Now walk in truth sublime

    So praise Him on the earth
    And in the Heavens above

    Let us proclaim the Good News

    And demonstrate Christ’s love

    (c) 2017 Zachary Uram

  • new poem

    “to sleep”

    I want to sleep
    A slumber so deep

    On my soft bed
    I shall rest my head

    I am exhausted and weary
    My sleep is tarry

    Much to my dismay
    I did not sleep all day

    I am plagued by insomnia so deep
    ‘Tis vexing me so I could weep

    Now I hope to dream and snore
    A rest I’ll truly adore

    by Zachary Uram
    (c) 2017

  • new poem

    “autumn thunderstorm”

    It’s mid afternoon
    Leaves rustle under foot
    A satisfying crunch

    I see my breath,
    suspended in the frosty air

    The fierce wind howls
    Swirling vortices in the leaves

    Rich vibrant hues saturate the ground
    Red, yellow, orange and brown

    The sky is overcast
    With dark storm clouds

    A gentle drizzle soon turns
    Into sheets of torrential rain

    I hear thunder crackle,
    Booming in the distance

    I soon see lightning
    It glows hot and sizzles,
    Piercing through the air

    Eventually the storm fades away
    The air smells fresh
    I return home

    by Zachary Uram
    (c) 2017

  • Obama – 8 years of utter failure and incompetence!



    President Obama is without question the worst president in US history! His handling of foreign policy was inept and amateurish, his Obamacare abomination cost millions of people to lose their coverage, and it made the rates skyrocket for yet millions more, his handling of race relations were awful. What did Obama accomplish in 8 long years besides raising our national debt $9 trillion! He is an abject failure any way you look at it.

    In one week we’ll be swearing in President Elect Trump and we should finally see some good governance!

  • poem

    “Autumn Impressions”

    I walk outside in the afternoon.
    The fresh cool wind embraces me.

    Leaves crunch under foot.
    They form a rich tapestry of multicolored hues.
    Red, orange, green, yellow and brown.

    I visit Starbucks.
    I get a pumpkin spice latte with whipped cream and nutmeg.
    A nice piece of pumpkin bread rounds out my meal.

    Later I arrive back home and lay down for a nap.
    I dream of Thanksgiving turkey and pumpkin pie.

    (c) 2016, Zachary Uram

  • A veritable feast!

    We just finished our Thanksgiving meal! We had yams with brown sugar and marshmellows, steamed brussel sprouts, carrots, mashed potatoes, turkey, stuffing, mushroom gravy, homemade cranberry sauce, gel cranberry sauce, and crescent rolls! For dessert we have homemade sweet potato pie and minced meat pie and eggnog! WOW I AM STUFFED!!!!!! 😀

  • new poem

    “Eat”

    food is sublime
    an ode in rhyme

    whether it is pasta
    or pizza pie

    I love eating
    sometimes French or Thai

    give me bagels with cream cheese
    or a strawberry cake

    my senses are delighted
    I am ready to partake

    ramen noodles I like
    and hamburgers too

    I want some cheese fries
    and beef roast au jus

    there are so many cuisines
    I never grow weary

    I’ll eat it all
    and my stomach stays cheery

    so bring on your cupcakes
    and your tacos as well

    a nice roasted turkey
    sure is swell

    I’ll have some pumpkin pie
    and moo shoo pork ad lib

    spaghetti with meatballs is nice
    also I’ll have some prime rib

    here ends my tale
    I think I’ll eat some quail

    (c) Zachary Uram, 2016

  • New poem

    “Violet”

    My sister Vi is so sweet and kind
    I can always talk to her
    If there’s something on my mind

    When I am sick and unwell
    She nurses me
    Until I feel swell

    We can chat about poetry
    Films and 80s songs
    Our banter is always lively

    She is a poet and an artist too
    So talented
    Her focus is true

    Vi is my best friend
    And my roommate as well
    Eclectic we tend

    We always communicate
    Whether by text, phone, email or in person
    Our discourse will never stagnate

    Vi and I share faith in our Savior
    Jesus Christ the Lord
    We shall be with Him in eternal favor

    (c) 2016, Zachary Uram

  • new poem

    “afternoon musings”

    Water gushes across the window pane
    Oh what a torrential rain

    The cool Spring air
    So refreshing and fair

    The fierce wind gusts and blows
    Following a path only God knows

    I thought of the rain which fell
    After Christ’s death knell

    His precious blood washed away down the hill
    All in accordance with the Father’s will

    (c) 2016 Zachary Uram