Tag Archives: curiosity
On Our Way to Oblivion
Time that I work from back to front Don’t worry if you don’t understand It is just my way of fooling my brain To discover what I don’t understand Might it be, I’ll never have answers Maybe I’ll never know the questions In a time and place like all the others Queries abound, rumors run […]
Who?
Who might I thank Who gets chastised If I should then say Everything I believe Say it right out loud Who would I injure Who might I please If I unsay or retract What I swore before In my difficult times Who may be precious Whose thorn sticks me Neither, unrecognized So will I miss […]
And Really
Words that I write and art that I create Neither gritty nor cute enough to take It is quite colorful, but a teensy bit odd Come by and see it and give me the nod Face may be green, or a portrait of feet Or complex, hard to get, it can’t be beat Is it […]
The Spaces Between
Shall we talk then Shall we sing Discuss Rachmaninov Analyze Proust Remembrance of future things Will you tell me No one knows What tomorrow brings As musicians fingers fly Over strings, along the keys Quickly, quickly Come listen Not only notes, words Intonation, intention Momentary suspension Of belief, disbelief Worry, care Moments in amber Aria […]
Someone Like You
Recyclers will come by Rearrange the atoms Electrons, gluons, ions To find some re-try-ons Smile if you want Won’t change facts none Happens to exploded suns Try it, if you have one Be careful though How you arrange them Confused, you rearrange some You might estrange them You’ll wonder how You ended up With something […]
What Is the Question?
We all think that we mean a lot History tells us the answer is not All of the names cited in books Future will give no second looks Burnt to cinders, Sol’s nova flash Nothing left to throw in the trash See more of my creative offerings at: Pen’s Might Philip Brent Digital Art Brent […]
How Rapidly
How rapidly all our days wing away No matter how we measure time, its sway In the cosmic scale, our time is less than not We’ll be gone before we know what we’ve got See more of my creative offerings at: Philip Brent Digital Art Brent Harris Fine Art The Extra Mile Art, shirts and […]
Always Never
It’s never just soldiers who fight and die For causes they are told are true and just In boardrooms, by strangers sleek and sly Who these deaths profit, so die they must We ignore truth, as mothers’ tears glisten Teen blood oils gears of the war machine With thunder, screams, too awful to listen Future […]
Pointed
What balancing act Magician’s sleight of hand Do we use To simply live Make our lives Feel grand Who do we fool Do you suppose Ourselves Others No one Do we merely Pretend The emperor Has clothes Long before The cheat Is pointed out
Other Plans
If I knew I was dying What would I say About me To you Who knew me Best, better Perhaps Than I know Myself Still I have secrets We all Have secrets What will I say About my life Plans, hopes, dreams Some realized In unexpected ways Should I tell What really happened All of […]
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