Tag Archives: art
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 […]
They Better Hide
~~~~~ Tomorrow, I know I will be depressed. Today, we all learned the reason why. Repubs stole a judge’s seat, so suspect, Pretending they believed K’s every lie. Am I the only one noticed judge’s mien? Belligerent, aggressive when he testified. Old friends described him drunk, mean. Yet their need for power, ignored he lied. […]
All Will Be Consumed
~~~~~ Still he says and still he says; He is the one. The one they want, The one they need. In public, He believes this. In his heart, he knows, Knows he’s lying To everyone but himself When she says and when she says; You cannot trust me. I decided, yet pretended And yes, I’m […]
Do You?
~~~~~ Do you know who you are, Every day from day to day? Do you wake one day as one Person and one day as another? Each might be a different version Of you, but do you always notice? You’re happy or, perhaps, depressed? Do you think, assume it’s you, same as Always, but are […]
Do Not Worry
~~~~~ Do not worry. We will get it back again. But so will they. Be cool, walk, run, stand, sit; it always works out that way. What’s scarce always waxes. what’s glutted always wanes. That’s sure as death and taxes and I admit that this explains How we find our life now and perhaps many […]
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 […]
Hope and Bounty
~~~~~ Saw a movie about people Who acted bravely in the face Of hatred and bigotry. They could not understand. But what is there to know About bigotry and hatred? It stays the same year to year When I give my answer, Some of you will sneer Repeat pundits who’re bloviated I say hatred, bigotry […]
Anticipation
~~~~~ And so much of life seems busier now. Though much of that involves waiting. When we’re not busy doing one thing, We seem unusually busy anticipating. ~~~~~ See more of my creative offerings and opinions at: Brent Harris Fine Art Philip Brent Digital Art Vida Voices Scriggler TPM The Extra Mile Art, shirts and other […]
At Our Best
~~~~~ If I were to choose to write a song, Should I be able to find the notes? I’ve not been musical my life long, Whatever that knowledge connotes. I was never arty; now I’m a painter Who knows what life holds in time. Time doesn’t stop, no restraint here, Thus, over time, I learned […]
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