~~~~~ Each morning I say hello to the King Raven, who lands on my fence as I spread birdseed on the ground and put fresh water in the birdbath. I hope one morning I will I will hear him reply, “Hello.” Perhaps, he will say he’s not the King but the Queen and that’s why […]
Life on the Edge ~ Philip Brent Harris ~~~~~ Steps climb slowly, silently up the stairs. Wondering who might still be sleeping. It is but the wee shank of the morning, Which has itself not quite come awake. It is a time when predators start home To see to their own, as their prey curls […]
~~~~~ The rush, hustle and bustle of our days Left with little time to think or know Who we really are, what part we play For this manifestation of infinite love. Infinite error and emotion, too, within These fragile vehicles that we call ours. They are but costumes we wear awhile. Then they are discarded […]
~~~~~ Another date that lives in infamy Because it marks the base murder Of 19 grade-school children and Of two teachers and one husband. I tried to think of a gentler name For murder. Ended is euphemism. But it is not inaccurate, only weak. An 18-year-old boy shattered life, broke hearts and crushed all hope […]
~~~~~ Dance and art covers amazingly vast spectra.Religious iconography to hypersexual anime.The pure, unadulterated joy of small children,Spontaneous is their joyful expression, full of Love and the spark of creative energy. DanceMarathons, feats of feet during time of need.Focused whirl of the dervish seeking infinity. Children don’t possess limits taught to adults. The lucky ones, […]
M.A.D. ~ Philip Brent Harris ~~~~~ All our views are disappearing Replaced by condos growing high. All our fields are vanishing, Gone to growing houses side by side. Little looks the same these days As it did when I was younger I cannot see the hills or the bay Hear train whistles, but their reality […]
~~~~~ They spend their money to conceal their shame.Not in the dirt, but beneath piles of filthy lucre.They pretend to think and pray, as they prey onThe souls of youth, offering no hope or succor.They’ll frown, rapidly don their mask to glower.Wring their hands, and deposit our grief in theReliquary of their callous, stony-hearted deceit. […]
Striking Distance ~ Philip Brent Harris ~~~~~ Bright setting sun sparkles twixtthe waves and foam. They breakup and over the sea wall, past theriprap, the riffraff, passing home.Waves not tall in surfer parlance.I save that for another day goneby, walk more and see what I see,while I wend my weary way along. ~~~~~ People Over […]
M.A.D. ~ Philip Brent Harris ~ CMTM II ~~~~~ It’s hard to know what to think. Has the world gone mad? Or is it that there are just so many people and so much news centered around this pandemic, war, murder, mayhem, disaster, mass shooters and disturbed bombers that we cannot escape for even a […]
~~~~~ Where are all the animals hiding? What do you imagine it means? Gone from places they were residing. Has our landscape grown too lean? Is there any way we can change this or is it become it become much too late? Will we exit the stage to a boo and a hiss? Has this […]
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