Category Thoughts About Art & Culture
Cannot Make Us
Remember, we cannot make you do anything Not anything, at least, you do not want to do But we can punch you, make your ears ring So do not listen to what Pollyanna fools spew
While Waiting for a Sweet Face
While club and maul and stick and mace May prove efficient when you smash a face They all require study, practice and intent Maim or murder is always what you meant While the spear and stone and the arblast Increased killing distance, but weren’t fast Designed to kill prey, as dangerous as you Seems to […]
Between
Oh to be such a clever person Who can say in but a few words Between birth to my hearse gone Something you have never heard
Rust and Slime
Every once upon a time always starts at the end Stars swing through their arcs, while we pretend It appears we will not get it right again this time Let’s see what will grow from the rust and slime
Too Little, Too Late
Since up is down, down is up Although neither is the other Stand upon your head to sup Don’t know why you’d bother Life finds me dizzy some days Even when I don’t spin about Punched right between my eyes I feel so full of angst and doubt I think the world is turned over […]
Pain and Reason
When you live in chronic pain, no one wants to share You hide it as well as you can, but at times, you swear Those who love you are sympathetic, but cannot know How every day you must struggle to get up, let alone go Still, for the most part we try and smile and […]
No Matter Which You Name
I do not wish to create a new world I wish to create this, our world anew Contemplated re-creation takes time Happens in an instant to all, me, you Dark moods, aches, pains, show up It is wallow in tragedy, go out, smile When terra was incognito we shared We are thee, thee we, so […]
Hoping
Went out the other night, an academy of science, heard a talk Studying the cheetah in order to slow, stop their steady decline One woman grew a group to save cheetahs, when others balk Hoping to make us understand how losing one, may all resign Crowded, little parking, though I did not run fast as […]
Hopeful
Sitting on a bench, while past me the crowd flows Hopeful that no one going by steps upon my toes
Constant Companion, Mutual Friend
Boarded the train with me As usual, I failed to notice Or wonder who it might be Perceived no sign of artifice Pushed my cart in the store I remained quite unaware My hands on the push bar Didn’t notice anyone there Changed my baby’s diapers With my husband’s hands Pried rubber from my wipers […]
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