Category Laughter
And Really
Words that I write and art that I create Neither gritty nor cute enough to take It is quite colorful, but a teensy bit odd Come by and see it and give me the nod Face may be green, or a portrait of feet Or complex, hard to get, it can’t be beat Is it […]
What Is the Question?
We all think that we mean a lot History tells us the answer is not All of the names cited in books Future will give no second looks Burnt to cinders, Sol’s nova flash Nothing left to throw in the trash See more of my creative offerings at: Pen’s Might Philip Brent Digital Art Brent […]
The “Doctor” Drumpf Traveling Show
Sung to the tune of Brother Love’s Traveling Salvation Show Cooling March, right And he peeves, clanging clown And the mass at the sound, tellin’ tweet Groove to the goad, to the blowdried beat down And the hound of that rude hostile bleat Mit a jagged vent There where ain’t is free And that […]
How Rapidly
How rapidly all our days wing away No matter how we measure time, its sway In the cosmic scale, our time is less than not We’ll be gone before we know what we’ve got See more of my creative offerings at: Philip Brent Digital Art Brent Harris Fine Art The Extra Mile Art, shirts and […]
We Will
We will have a blast Until our blasted last Or so we will pretend Until our sorry end See more of my creative offerings at: Philip Brent Digital Art Brent Harris Fine Art Vida Voices The Extra Mile Art, shirts and other gift items Scriggler TPM Niume
Pointed
What balancing act Magician’s sleight of hand Do we use To simply live Make our lives Feel grand Who do we fool Do you suppose Ourselves Others No one Do we merely Pretend The emperor Has clothes Long before The cheat Is pointed out
Other Plans
If I knew I was dying What would I say About me To you Who knew me Best, better Perhaps Than I know Myself Still I have secrets We all Have secrets What will I say About my life Plans, hopes, dreams Some realized In unexpected ways Should I tell What really happened All of […]
Resonance
Does the human voice Beautiful, resonant Moving, harsh Croaking, damaged Call to us Bring to us Wisdom, stories We cannot imagine Make-up ourselves Neither exact Nor strictly accurate But more true Than reality itself
Daily Shuffle
I’m turning over words and phrases Like flipping a random deck of cards I am finding only deuces and treyses Seeking wholeness, but finding shards Searching for an ace or king or queen My chance to take the winning trick Not reality, reflection, but in between Cards upon a table; everything clicks Like magic: practiced […]
Your Life or Mine?
Who could predict that it would rain On the day I met you, that one time With newspapers held over my head So you would kindly offered to share Your umbrella, with its Caillbotte art It might have been Monet’s waterlilies I don’t quite remember, except we ran Under the awning; we talked, rain fell […]
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