I saw one with the placidness of death
A necropolis pummelled, with mallets of sorrow,
By the brutishness of Silence and numbed by the
Prickly shafts of premature grey hair, sickly and odorous.
Even Tokyo, normally awash with people and pets,
Pots and pans, observed the rules of siesta.
I witnessed it —a virus so vicious —!
A plague that humbled one and all —
Troglodytes we!
Categories:
brutishness, community,
Form: Free verse
"One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life. The word is love.
Sophocles, Greek Poet
Some suffering in life we can’t avoid.
However, no excuses should there be
for pain that leaves inside our hearts a void.
It’s love we need. I think most would agree!
If love could rule, at last we would have peace,
and that would mean an end to every war.
Just think of it - all brutishness would cease.
Whatever on earth are we living for?
We live to love and be loved in return.
God’s children that we are, how can we hate?
Our neighbors’ welfare should be our concern
and having charity our greatest trait.
Since ancient times, the answer has been clear,
yet still away from love we seem to veer.
Categories:
brutishness, love,
Form: Sonnet
I become young and old,
A thousand dreams, emotions, memories reproduced,
Catatonic submission induced,
Within those walls, time, space,
The reproduction of life evoked,
Out of illusion, poetry is birthed,
Realism painted, restrained longing heard,
Underneath it all brutishness awaits,
Shared journeys interrupted,
The air, the light, the world awakes,
But for a short time, the darkness sheaths my soul.
That resides within the space between me and reality,
It has made my young and old.
Categories:
brutishness, happiness, hope, imagination, introspection,
Form: I do not know?