Have you noticed someone staring at you
And pointing a finger at what you do
But when you look around
There’s nary a sound
Nobody, no person
‘Cept you to be found
As the only starer
Snooping for errors
Have you noticed that someone staring at you
Is the same person that you thought you knew
Though it’s hard to behold
That realizing enfold
Along with the shame
When barraging yourself
And doing the same
To everyone else
Why give yourself that negative attention
When you rate more than honorable mention
For just being you
Not what you do
And let others exist
Just as they please
Which as life’s gift
Is handled with ease
May 3, 2023
Categories:
barraging, growth, introspection, peace,
Form: Rhyme
It matters much who is in control:
In a venture he is the petrol;
To others hands what is relevant
And fishes out those who gallivant;
Workers warn to be not sycophant
For treats the size of an Elephant...
It matters a lot who does control:
Early his catarrh checks with menthol,
So that it staggers not his petrol
Or him reduce to thing to console...
Someone in control like Football Coach
On one's shoulders burdens of approach:
The fellow to new grave topic broach
And bad workers pair up with cockroach.
On a pedestal who's in control,
One's eyes closed to sharing of dettol
Over the squabbles merely quibble
Or a barraging voice make feeble.
Categories:
barraging, care, conflict, people, political,
Form: Rhyme
It counts a lot who is in Control:
In a venture he is The Petrol;
To tell The others The Relevant,
Fish out those who choose to gallivant,
Workers warn to be not Sycophant:
Those chasing the size of Elephant!
It matters a lot who does control:
Early fights his Catarrh with Menthol,
So that it staggers not his patrol
Or him reduce to one we console!
The one in control like Football Coach;
To be The one you mostly approach:
The Fellow to new topics broach
Upon his Province not dare encroach
The one to The ‘Bad Guy’ call Cockroach!
On A Pedestal who’s in control:
Then, eyes closed to sharing of Dettol
Over The Squabbles merely quibble
Or one’s barraging voice make feeble …
Who has found himself in control
Has for himself found painful Vitriol.
Categories:
barraging, business, image, people, power,
Form: Rhyme
Modernity.
Technology.
Racing
head long
helter-skelter
into the
future.
Like a
runaway train
speeding
out of
control.
Historic
societal norms
breaking apart.
What to
think,
what to
believe
losing
resonance.
Explosion of
information
barraging our
senses.
Overload.
Current institutions
clueless
of what’s coming.
Acceleration.
Biotechnology.
Information technology.
Nanotechnology.
Artificial intelligence.
All converging
on top of
our heads!
More change
coming
in the next
twenty years
than seen
in the
last three hundred.
What to
do?
How to
cope?
For now
at lest,
step away.
Relax,
visit nature.
Walk in the
woods.
Meditate,
sit by the
ocean.
Leave the
technology home.
Our minds came
from
simpler times,
not designed
for
light speed
change.
Step away,
at least
for awhile.
Reset your
sanity.
Less you
implode!
.
Categories:
barraging, art,
Form: Prose Poetry
A severe façade of loving tolerance
Dipped in an argentine semblance
The Consuls of The Cross
Weaving a sweven of Welkin
Where the checkered ones
Are never allowed
Their souls cast into the flames
Of a greater decay
The never ending pit
Of eternal torment
You turn the other cheek
The one that wields the clandestine dagger
The dreams of being free grow lighter and light
The truth is shrouded by sister-Night
Clinging onto existence
Never eluding the resistance
I will never adhere
To your Sanguinary Lord
Bestowing The Crusader’s reign
Against the sand and the desert’s wane
Barraging him over the frame
In desperation to appease
Screaming and shouting
I will wash away your sins
Decadence of the ones to throw the stones
The ones to enforce the book
Has left your lies dry and ready to die
No more tears are left to cry
No more screams are left to scream
No More blood to be split
No more graves to be dug
Categories:
barraging, allegory, angst, death, devotion,
Form: Free verse
From the north he came nimbly in the night
Softly silently bombing blanketing buds
Saturating each single stem
Snowy sneak attack barraging bombarding bark
Wracking white war-like wonder
With relentless wrath and rage
Cardinal calling watching in wonder
Bright crimson claret buried between alabaster boughs
Chipmunk and squirrel shell-shocked
By snowy shrapnel scamper to shelter
Relentless yet irrelevant retreating rush
Futile effort from frosty frothy forces
Spring stands inescapable
Flowers and flakes conflicted
Spring snowflake and spirea stand strong
Bravely bearing banners high
As if to say, try as you may
Your day has passed ‘tis spring at last
Ol’ man winter wanes wails and warns
I shall seize the season someday soon …
Inspired by the 5”- 6” snowfall we have on March 26, 2011
after we had 80 degree weather last week.
Categories:
barraging, seasons
Form: Alliteration