Tag Archives: history
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
Resonance
Does the human voice Beautiful, resonant Moving, harsh Croaking, damaged Call to us Bring to us Wisdom, stories We cannot imagine Make-up ourselves Neither exact Nor strictly accurate But more true Than reality itself
Your Life or Mine?
Who could predict that it would rain On the day I met you, that one time With newspapers held over my head So you would kindly offered to share Your umbrella, with its Caillbotte art It might have been Monet’s waterlilies I don’t quite remember, except we ran Under the awning; we talked, rain fell […]
Another Day
Another day I have not accomplished What I hoped I might do when it began Still and all, at days end, I’d done some My book of life turns another the page Many goals, projects I’ve in the queue Marching 2 x 2, 16 dozen fight to get in I know where to go with […]
That’s Why
Most days my life is so crazy and confusing It does not one bit of good to keep refusing I find no answers in the books I’m perusing I’m told it’s all about the winning and losing And I think this more than a little bemusing Leaving me battered, all so bloody bruising I suppose […]
Before
How do we surmise? We have said and done Enough to think we’re wise? Will we know before we’re gone? See more of my creative offerings at: Philip Brent Digital Art Brent Harris Fine Art The Extra Mile Art, shirts and other gift items Scriggler TPM Niume
Greed Will Deprive, Tragedy Afoot
In a 1966 novel, Beautiful Losers, Leonard Cohen penned the incredibly optimistic poem, God is Alive, Magic is Afoot, celebrating the life force as both God and Magic. That is a sentiment I believe in, but I am much more pessimistic about where we are now. This is my take on Cohen’s work. Greed will […]
All So Simple
What’s a person to do When every day There’s something new War and violence Feeling blue So what’s a person Supposed to do Rich fools spout madness Though some agree Guns for all That’s best, don’t you see Braggarts and bullies Full of intolerance, misogyny All the love you have All the love you hold […]
Projected
Shades projected on a wall by searing brightness A row of lipsticks, twisted open in shades of red Miniature missiles show all that’s left of us, less Broken city, no Rosetta stone marks sacred dead See more of my creative offerings at: Philip Brent Digital Art Brent Harris Fine Art The Extra Mile Art, shirts […]
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