Tag Archives: poetry
Aftershocks
~~~~~ Oh, I feel sorry for all those people from the past, Before the invention of the miraculous cell phone. Think about it; we have eliminated boredom at last. Food pics, cat vids, holding almost all info known. Peace is Purpose, Nonviolence is Strength, Diversity is Unity, Empathy is Empowerment ~~~~~ Please, follow me on […]
Just Walk Away, Rene
~~~~~ When will a pipe, still, no longer be a pipe? When will a blue bird in flight be a croissant? What if we can never know which is each type? What if we, our names, don’t stay au courant? This might be a bad thing, or it might be good. Thought about it, a […]
Prufrock’s Lament
With the current news in the world, both economic and political, the aggression, bigotry, misogyny and xenophobia, it seemed time to revisit Prufrock, with thanks to T.S. Eliot for his original brilliance. War is Peace; Freedom is Slavery; Ignorance is Strength; Trumpery is Reality ~~~~~ Let us slow then, you and I. When vile emissions […]
Within the Storm
~~~~~ In darkness, cold, lost, alone. Where stands the promised tower? We are hard upon the shore. Where the light, the horn, the bell, the clarion call we yearn to hear? Razor close, we draw near the shoal. Night shrouded, sewn up by dark clouds and dense fog; some pray. Jagged rocks loom. Bravely we […]
Musings on a String Octet
~~~~~ The bows glide up and down, back and forth, Rapidly, but oh how sing the lyrical strings. Soft, slow, fostering feelings of great worth; Played by masters, the rapture music brings. ~~~~~ See more of my creative offerings and opinions at: Brent Harris Fine Art Philip Brent Digital Art Vida Voices Scriggler TPM The Extra […]
THE CHEETAH
~~~~~ Cheetah! Cheetah! spurning flight Will you vanish in the night? What mortal weapon hand or spree Would end thy fearful symmetry? Not so distant wait the flies To watch the fire leave your eyes. On what fell wings do they descend Your flesh and sinew then to rend? And you molder and depart As […]
Price of Admission
~~~~~ Oh, the cell phone, ever pervasive in briefest moments, As if, tragedy, victory occurred when we’re not looking. So addictive and all-encompassing, revolution foments. Rebel from what, by who; who knows, what’s cooking? What’s cooking is really more of a rhetorical question. Much likes Bugs Bunny’s famous, “What’s up, Doc?” Both are meant as […]
Anticipation
~~~~~ And so much of life seems busier now. Though much of that involves waiting. When we’re not busy doing one thing, We seem unusually busy anticipating. ~~~~~ See more of my creative offerings and opinions at: Brent Harris Fine Art Philip Brent Digital Art Vida Voices Scriggler TPM The Extra Mile Art, shirts and other […]
Days of Future Past
Recently, San Francisco joined Pisa in the leaning building club. Though ours has 58 floors. Photo: Paul Chinn / The Chronicle Ha, take that, Pisa and your sad old leaning tower. In new San Francisco, we’re quite as inept as you. Because our sinking skyscraper gives us the power. As tourists flock to see […]
I Would Choose
Shall we now, forever, no longer pretend That we have done anything less than sinned? Whether stumbling through our ignorance, From our hubris or through fate or history. If saints all, we would still plead unaware Of acting less than noble, acting like we care. Not everyone in every time, beginning until now But so […]
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