Category Poetry
Advice for All
Oh, how changes will throw us off our stride; a different host, a barking man without control. Tries his best to muffle his affliction, can’t hide, it’s simply who he is; he fights to reach his goal. Way our country’s going, may not be far away. People scoff as we’re conned into neo-fascism. Say it […]
Law of Averages
Some days come at you like fastballs; you try hard, cannot catch up to them. Swinging, missing, or life strikes calls; if you connect, you’re filled with vim. Perhaps you don’t understand baseball. So many times it seems similar to life, bored hours, then hit one over the wall. Hit it three times in ten, […]
Brave In Madness
Art often is created as revolution and rebellion When it’s about choosing to change the world What is truth, beauty, who decides stone to neon Brave in madness, or in the fetal position curled
Looking at Lascaux
The old master painters were brilliant but restricted, despite their years of training, mastery and their skill Looking at Lascaux, could you have ever predicted We’d reach that vaunted height, never learn not to kill
Brings Quiet
Love Among the Ruins ~ Edward Burne-Jones A young artistic rebel brotherhood, long ago painted realistic, lush romantic scenes Vivid colors evocative, see the paint flow, detailed and precise, every line clean Yet, their paintings appear fanciful, while the impressionists portray the real. Both aesthetic meals leave us sated, full Interesting how art can make […]
Chaos Is Growth
Chaos is a horse we are bound to ride Hold on tight, if it should buck or lean It stops, get off, a new life, don’t hide You’ll ride again to other pastures green
Be Still
Listen to the music as you pass and wonder who sings your song ethereal and reaches inside you played on a piano; it makes you feel unmanned, apprehend skill and grace played by either hand. Be still, listen, becoming the notes, the moment When you connect with this, everything beyond Whether you get it depends […]
Differences
I am sitting, waiting for a haircut; it is one of the myriad things we do. Any who don’t may be called a nut, but they are only different than you.
And Then I Know
I, one evening, going out to a recital, look away from my life, a brief moment. When my gaze returns, my perception changes so questions in my mind foment. Walking to the concert hall, after it’s rained, light reflects off every city street, diamonds to dazzle my eyes, my life rearranges, my heart chooses a […]
Near but Far From Home
Out for a day near but far from home, where do you think this child might roam? Hither, thither and even yon, what might I chance upon? A mighty tree, with children at play, becomes a tower, though it changes by the hour. A hidden trail beneath a massive thicket Leads to their secret hideout. […]
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