Category Love
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 […]
Always Climbing
~~~~~ However long I have to wait until I know, What question is the one to ask, never mind. The answer will lead to another question, so I will keep searching to see what I will find, Since, when I have found IT, it will change. That’s just the way life works, at most times; […]
Instead
That is what I would have done. At least, what I should have said. If you had been other than the one, What might’ve I said or done, instead? See more of my creative offerings and opinions at: Brent Harris Fine Art Philip Brent Digital Art Vida Voices Scriggler TPM
Brief Moments
How my heart soars on the wings of song Dances across the letters in lyrical prose Swims in lush colors of artist’s meadows Allows brief moments which I may roam Blink of an eye; I know what it is to free See more of my creative offerings and opinions at: Pen’s Might Philip Brent Digital […]
Stanley Moon’s Lament
Well, the cat is talking smack again, Don’t know if it’s complaint or plea. No one does, might be about Spain. Most likely what we all say, love me.
I Would Choose
Shall we now, forever, no longer pretend That we have done anything less than sinned? Whether stumbling through our ignorance, From our hubris or through fate or history. If saints all, we would still plead unaware Of acting less than noble, acting like we care. Not everyone in every time, beginning until now But so […]
All and Sundry
I’m wondering if I have found my way, Or have I been following a false trail? In either case, I wonder if I have a say? Am I controlled by the minions of retail? They are further down the food change, Still, they have more influence than me. Give them even more power if I’m […]
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