Changing Poems

TIMES ARE CHANGING

We recently came face to face in this life we are arranging
how, whether we like it or not, the times they are a changing.

For more years than I can count…Deborah and, I acting like two stalkers,
prowled up and down the sidelines…
watching our children and grandchildren play soccer.

In all the years we watched them… all the

Changing Season - 2 haikus

The gentle sunlight
On a winter afternoon
Shining on my face
Informs me how soon
Fragrant flowers will replace
The last soft snowflakes.

The fear of nothing changing

The rush of emotion stilled
The air once consumed by an undiluted energy
Now eerily quiet 
Something lingers in the air 
Justice? 
No something louder but hidden
A violence so silent 
It could go unnoticed by those who don't care to see
Those who choose wilful ignorance 

The streets once crowded by protest
Now sits empty 
Brought down from the

MY NAME IS CHANGING AGAIN

The last couple of times we’ve had dinner with our family I have been enthralled
as we sit and talk around the table…by all the names I’m called.

Since James was given to me by my parents on the day that I was born. 
like most people I’ve had many names…many hats that I have worn

In the

I once lost my thought on the paths of time, like a wandering cloud in the ever-changing sky

I once lost my thought on the paths of time, like a wandering cloud in the ever-changing sky,
but I found it chained between the pages of a memory, where moments weave garments of longing,
on the road of life, I wandered with my heart full of desires burning like stars in the deep night,
and in the

Changing world

Changing world?

In Peru, they import potatoes
In Guatemala, they plant thousands of trees
drink cacao, sit in groups, and sing
think they are new agers 
the new war in The Middle East began 
because Israel saw the need to attack
Iran, this to defend itself
Netanyahu is in uproar with the Iranians
has bombed a hospital
A Jewish lady tells me about the killings

Changing Trains

I used to ride the train
from school to home and back,
every other weekend,
in an old Pullman car
built in the nineteen-thirties.
It smelled like my grandma’s house—
a little musty, like time 
had curled up and fallen asleep 
in the cushions.
Too warm, always,
but the clickety-clack over 
tie bars and rail frogs
lulled me to sleep,
rocking me gently
as if the

Schools are Changing

Gates once locked with poverty's rust
now swing on golden hinges
Every child a key-holder:
the girl whose fingers paint light from darkness,
the boy who dreams in mother tongues and thinks in mathematics,
wheels spinning stories across threshold stones.
Breakfast arrives with sunrise and hope,
satellites whisper knowledge to mountaintops,
libraries gallop on horseback to forgotten villages.
Schools are changing.

Democracy breathes in corridors
where

Changing Minds

    It’s hard to change conservative minds

      ~ which is why conservative women are hard to find

Changing Tack

Enrolling as a pirate is much harder than it seems,
You’ll need to speak in present tense and chase your wildest dreams. 
Well, once you’ve trained a parrot and been measured for your hook,
You have to plough through pages of the health and safety book.

The pointed end’s the bow, whilst your rudder’s near the aft,
Our crow’s

ONCE IN A LIFETIME

Someone comes into your life.
Someone who just naturally,
makes you feel a lil happier.
You are that someone for me.

You have opened my eyes to a new perspective,
On a lot of different important things, including myself.
You have said things to me that no one else ever has.
I will always remember how you helped me in so many

MY GRATITUDE TOWARDS HIM FOR CHANGING ME BY HIS LOVE

You live in my heart,
Always and forever,
You have pierced it with your kindness’s arrows,
Where my mind is your dart.

You are in my mind,
I have never seen anyone so kind,
Your eyes have accepted me as its guest,
Now your home is to me- My cozy nest.

You may love the Rose,
But you cannot hide when I am to

Changing Conversations

Conversation’s bound to change 
As aging takes its toll,
For when you meet with friends,
Exchanging stories is the goal.

So politics may be discussed
Or movies, books or shows
Or travel or the grandkids;
That’s the way it always goes.

Except that something else now comes
To take up center stage -
The ailments that we deal with
And those battles that we wage:

The

Where's the Bottom

There is a bottom that is past what we thought we knew.
The sub-floors are there for false safety and reason, too.
When we get to the dirt under all the lies
and find the reasons we want to stay alive,
we are prepared to give it up and live instead of die.
The dirt we find on the floor

IN THE CHANGING TIME A'COMING

Indeed, the truth will always be self-evident

and beyond all lies;

Though they laid down the 5th to ensure deniability

of evident charges,

Over the trials of history—his-story—true crime can’t

ape innocence.

The crime—infamous in time—began with the first Christianized

slave ship to Africa;

And streamed onward toward the last auction block and the

Emancipation Proclamation.

 

Now here we are—more than a millennium since—supposedly

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