Category Thoughts About Art & Culture
Lies and Truth
Lies and Truth ~~~~~ What ways We wander, Wonder why, Search, seek Twisted trails, Tall tales, Following fools, Meaning morsels, Broken breadcrumbs, Mired meanders, Wide walkways, Paved pathways, Rural roads, Long lanes, Dusty drives, Graveled grades Sleek superhighways, Cacophonous cities, Electronic expressways, Digital dead-ends. Exploring escape Though terrified, Buffaloed by Trying times, Failing physiques, Alliterative […]
Do You Surmise?
Do You Surmise? ~~~~~ I get so very few likes or comments. I don’t know what I’m doing wrong. I know I will sound weak if I lament; Not for satire, opinion, short or long. I realize all of my verses are not gems. I am sure that some stink up the joint, Still, I […]
Trash Night
Trash Night ~~~~~ He wondered what might last down the years, Which, if any, art, music, writing met the price? Would stout bunkers, crumbling museums hear The pain left in the ether, testament to sacrifice? Would the blood-soaked ground yield answers, Clicking geigers call random metronomic time? Would one remain, tell our wasted chance here, […]
The Rotting Detritus of Our Daily Lives
The Rotting Detritus of Our Daily Lives ~~~~~ Everything exists And is available, But we are taught Blindness and negation. Children know wonder, The mad may see it, But we will never know. We silence them, treat them As annoyance, a disease, A condition, forced to learn To act our definition of normal. We regiment […]
The River Flows
The River Flows ~~~~~ Watching the river flow, Standing on the bridge In the shank of night. A half-forgotten moon Casting the only light. Yet, as the moon merges With distant mountains, The stars above blaze, Full of moments, stories. Not only our myths, Legends we would guard, But myths and legends Of distant civilizations. […]
Dream Strange Dreams
Dream Strange Dreams ~~~~~ Patterns upon patterns upon patterns, All our world is full of shapes and lines. Some appear solid, but science says no. Some are shadows and reflections of us, Our world patterns cast upon everything. How to know, what is real, what is not? Is it a question, or is the question, […]
Children All
Children All ~~~~~ All poems are poems for children, Whatever we think they’re about. Children all are born to be poets, Dream alive a mother’s heartbeat. Until they’re lost to ones, naughts. Percussive, staccato rhythms that Write verse about shoulds, oughts, Starve us with the feckless bounty, Our personal flickering blue idols. We, who write, […]
Can You Tell Me?
Can You Tell Me? ~~~~~ How can we in any way feel proud Of the genocide of one people and The enslavement of another people? Both groups represent many tribes. As we all do, though we name them Other, nations, lands, areas or clans. Yet, all of us people before any other Thought, consideration, name, […]
Circle of Joy
Circle of Joy ~~~~~ Beat the log, the tree, Your head, looking For sound and rhythm. Imitate the birds, The beasts you love and fear. Find another sound To join voice and drum. Hold tight the vine. Pluck, drag the bone Across the surface. Find the one That seems to know How to shape the […]
Reach Inside
Reach Inside ~~~~~ The fiddle strings Reach inside me, Find a place they Have always known. As I see The tapping feet The nodding heads I think I’m with Others of which This could be said. It sings in my heart. It hums through My bones and skull, Sending forth other Times and faces. I […]
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