Category Laughter
Sarabande for Missing Magic
~~~~~ Missing magic, miracles, All vanished, Nowhere to be found. From vast spaces, Gone. Into unseen Miniscule interstices Between atoms, Disappeared. Despite clues, Maps and legends, Whispered rumors; Whereabouts remained Unknown. Quests were mounted. Heroes came forth. Solo adventurers, Fellowships, too, Robber’s trusts; All trekked far, Endured miles Uncounted. Mighty mountains Scaled, Storm-wracked seas Sailed, […]
Simple Man
~~~~~ I am a simple man. Because I believe the human race can change, I am a dreamer. Because I believe everyone should understand, I am naïve. Because I believe if enough people say no, it will matter, I am a fool. Because I say this to other people, I am a simpleton. Because I […]
Musings on a String Octet
~~~~~ The bows glide up and down, back and forth, Rapidly, but oh how sing the lyrical strings. Soft, slow, fostering feelings of great worth; Played by masters, the rapture music brings. ~~~~~ See more of my creative offerings and opinions at: Brent Harris Fine Art Philip Brent Digital Art Vida Voices Scriggler TPM The Extra […]
Carpe Hora
~~~~~ They know they are outnumbered ninety-nine to one We, the larger number, say that nothing can be done Is it something in the water, or maybe it’s in our food Whatever it proves to be, it must be something good Good, for them, at least, but not for all the rest of us And, […]
Do You?
~~~~~ Do you know who you are, Every day from day to day? Do you wake one day as one Person and one day as another? Each might be a different version Of you, but do you always notice? You’re happy or, perhaps, depressed? Do you think, assume it’s you, same as Always, but are […]
Do Not Worry
~~~~~ Do not worry. We will get it back again. But so will they. Be cool, walk, run, stand, sit; it always works out that way. What’s scarce always waxes. what’s glutted always wanes. That’s sure as death and taxes and I admit that this explains How we find our life now and perhaps many […]
Price of Admission
~~~~~ Oh, the cell phone, ever pervasive in briefest moments, As if, tragedy, victory occurred when we’re not looking. So addictive and all-encompassing, revolution foments. Rebel from what, by who; who knows, what’s cooking? What’s cooking is really more of a rhetorical question. Much likes Bugs Bunny’s famous, “What’s up, Doc?” Both are meant as […]
