Tag Archives: Brent Harris
Hell Being Small
Darkly silhouetted by their bright kitchen light Two figures stark-cast on the living room wall Cannot hide the shattered glass, undo the fight Child clings to woman’s legs, hell being small ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ See more of my creative offerings at: Philip Brent Digital Art Brent Harris Fine Art The Extra Mile Art, shirts and other gift […]
Amelia’s Garden
Jacob Jonathon Johansson-Jost, a poet, scholar, philosopher to most, In his eyes, he’s failed, though only he sees, Still, he walks proudly, chin held high, with dignity. Jacob, after breakfast, pauses in his study doorway lighted by the windows that face the garden, her garden, Amelia’s garden. He turns and surveys the room. He smiles, […]
How!
All day long, we fought and wrestled All night long, we talked and prayed Drank deep, and broke all the vessels Not a one would quit, thus we stayed In the end, we’d each got in our licks Blows, kisses which bruised, battered Victory and loss laid out in tock-ticks Hoped how we lived all […]
Recall Recalled
Singing softly A nonsense lullaby Sweet wordless tune Recalls us all To our earliest days Before understanding To ancient singing Before we invented Language, words See more of my creative offerings at: Philip Brent Digital Art Brent Harris Fine Art The Extra Mile Art, shirts and other gift items
More Not Than There
I want to write, paint, design something profound But I’d also like recognition and even some money Although neither matters much in the cosmic view Be neither forgotten nor remembered in nova blast So how do I deal with life now, greeting mortality Eventual ending of everyone and everything I love Life sometimes feels pointless, […]
Bartholomew Matthew
Bartholomew Mathew Cannot decide Tangled in social metaphor Smiling snide remarks Too knowing asides Yearns for freedom From his shabby garret His plush penthouse Can he escape Fly away Will he try Ensnared in darkness His shadow’s umbra Anticipates crisis Steps and turns Life’s dance marathon His daily rumba Sudden, explosive Will he be Still […]
In Concert
To make every moment a work of art To see truth in each second of our day Live as if no time is left, embrace all Comprehend magic in the mundane Feel music as a pianist bobs and bows Rocks back and forth like Ray Charles Not blindness, because music is inside Dance’s soul in […]
Some Old Miser
Why must our television shows be so lurid, Video games blood-splattered in crime, war? Is it evil buried in our psyche or in our id? Think we crack a whip, make the tiger roar? The game is rigged, tiger behind every door No matter our choice, streamed, disc or vid, Murder, mayhem our drug, demands […]
Have I Told You?
Have I told you about anything I know Or have I only told you about my beliefs One’s like granite, survives a hammer blow The other like a gust of wind or a falling leaf Belief will sometimes change the world Knowledge is sometimes calcified and friable If we could believe peace is around us […]
Truth Finds a Way
A hall of repeating patterns revealed Lines, squares, columns and capitals Straight, undulating, solo, combined Define our world in shapes and lines Like Booker’s seven basic story plots Shapes and line are limited and finite Until magical combination, creation World shown new, never seen before A secret we search for throughout life Our imperfect combinations […]
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