Tag Archives: Philip Brent Harris
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 […]
Misunderstanding
Any who think we’ve only this chance Fear eternal damnation; you toe the line Seeds of limitation sown you shall reap Must you choose to drag the rest down So do the impossible, at least once a day This doesn’t have to be before breakfast Laugh out loud and a joke’s power steal Smile at […]
Next
In the wee small hours at noon one day I turn on darkness; the sky grows bright That night I polish the sun so it gleams Each thing I do, simply because of you I walk the widest ocean to swim uphill Turn myself inside out, if you love me Smash time’s hourglass, so please […]
Absence
Absence makes a heart grow fonder Unless your heart is what is missing Not expected by any first responder Spoils a moment when first kissing 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
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 […]
Spot On
When everything in life you daily fought Are things with which your life is fraught While you feel you’re doing all you ought All your efforts add up to less than naught Make sure you’re not in your trap caught Dream, hope and try for what you sought Recall, it is within, not things you […]
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