Category Love

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 […]

THE CHEETAH

~~~~~ Cheetah! Cheetah! spurning flight Will you vanish in the night? What mortal weapon hand or spree Would end thy fearful symmetry? Not so distant wait the flies To watch the fire leave your eyes. On what fell wings do they descend Your flesh and sinew then to rend? And you molder and depart As […]

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, […]

Symbol versus Reality

~~~~~ Two score and seven years ago, I understood that money was only a symbol. I knew each transaction brought value to my door. I traded pieces of paper and bits of metal to bring home food, clothing, medicine and ornament. Young, not yet twenty, I got it. I understood that the system was rigged […]

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 […]