Tag Archives: poetry
Waiting, Just Waiting
Life has been challenging of late and I haven’t been posting as often as would like. First, an elderly relative with a cracked femur, which is still sorting itself out. Next, a ten-acre fire that started almost directly behind our house. Then another medical emergency, this one involving me. That one will become evident when […]
#Slipping Points
I. The Most Addictive Drug What is, do you think, the most addictive drug If I suggest possibilities, you may nod or shrug It is neither heroine nor is it prevalent nicotine It’s something that makes us act more obscene What, you say? You believe it is crack cocaine By comparison to this, we would […]
Some Have, Some Will
Some have called me crazy, so many things worse Some have called me lazy; work smarter no curse Some have called me hazy; as I accept all, diverse Some have called me mazy, as rarely am so I terse Some have called me liberal; won’t be held captive Some have called me gullible; it is […]
No Escape
Majestic and soaring the green willow grows So tenderly and sweetly its branches drape All cut down in life’s prime, no river flows Birds, all life large or small, cannot escape
More Than
How will we ever know what is right Despite what all hierophants preach How do we keep our fiery hope alight Our answer’s unknown, but we reach If a word, god, didn’t exist, now, never I cannot imagine the need to coin one I been proven wrong, still, I am clever At night there’s moon, […]
Apposite Opposites
What is the apposite of opposite? Which can sit beside it, apropos? Commends it, no other need stay Like near and far seem a near fit Their distance means it’s a no go Apposite opposites, as night to day
Part and Parcel
Land’s end Is it real Or only metaphor Will it bend As need will reveal What we’ll use it for The coastal horizon Undiscovered place Where we walk Will we put a guise on To hide our face, or So we don’t balk The known world They tell me is set I cannot believe it […]
The Secret Heart
Where do you think you’ll find your own secret heart The heart which speak to the secret heart of the world What pushes us away from the center, keeps us apart Which fear, hatred bigots us, around our heart curled Are we somehow kept too busy to even take one look To find that secret […]
#Je Vous Suis
Radio crooned, what if god were one of us? A question an almost recent pop song asked It makes me wonder, what if god is all of us? And we fail to notice, since we all go masked Still, we tell ourselves that we know the truth Everybody else is only playing make-believe But don’t […]
Will You?
Who will fill the holes, when all our youth is gone Who will inhabit our houses, when we’re all alone Who will feed the soil, when flesh is rent from bone Who will seek forgiveness, when no one can atone
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