When deciding a
big decide
Always take the high road…
Rumor says
It has the better view.
Slippery squat salamander squinding,
Sucking, slurping under my sailboat.
Deviously deciding a dindling,
Grotesque gargoyle giants squind your throat!
Can you actually see the color of my skin
Black African American women voiced Im natural!
Another race can judge my skin but not the brains that talks to oneself
My lips was clear consist my one look but a black women futherd her magazine
The high of my beauty was one until I saw one of me becoming a distance to switch my race
Deciding a clear change was tempted but parts of me allowed no fear of being Black and bold
The mirrors hated me as I talked fourth of no heart developing an ending of faith
Moving myself from women that tried to lose my confidence of survival reflecting my root
Strange women pretended a lighter skinned can convince lights, camera, action within an inner dollar bill
I screamed until I saw all Brown skin women being apart of me fighting just Afro known
Somebody was talked about but I resist a related Black sister that created once spoken too
No one understands a Black voiced of it's own just worldwide!
Late one All Hallows Eve, she woke to a lightning flash ...
A dread filled her as she realized the power was out.
Alone that night in her boyfriend's cabin by the lake,
She scratched through the inky blackness to find her cell phone.
Tunneling her fingers through the dark swirl of bed sheets,
She touched it on, and saw there was little cell life left.
Quickly, she punched in her boyfriend's number and dialed ...
No answer, so she hit "redial" and repeated ...
Still no answer, as her mind began to fill with fright.
Deciding a selfie might get a quicker response,
She turned on the flash and gave her phone a sexy smile ...
They never found her body, but he received the pic ...
Bright smile, terror eyes ... two large, dark hands around her throat.
** SECOND PLACE in the "Halloween Scare" Poetry Contest, (13 lines, 13 syllables each), Russell Sivey, Sponsor. **
Occam was a friar who decided that in problem-solving
One principle he was thinking and quietly evolving
It seemed to him when deciding a problem with two solutions
The one with the clearest option with fewer assumptions
Is the correct one to be selecting
And so will be less perplexing
It’s just another piece of legal jargon
That will be for people ordinarily no bargain
All it means when you strip it down
Is pick the simplest explanation around
Without a series of things to happen one after another
To make each conspiracy theory not go any further
So when sliding down Occam’s Razor
Do yourself a favour
When coming to a considered solution
Don’t count conspiracy theory pollution
Look for the simplest explanation
And go for that one without hesitation
© Paul Warren Poetry
Knee deep in snow I walk.
Listening to the wind
In the trees, flying
snow everywhere.
Silent the sound.
Just the rustling
of tree limbs flying snow.
I walk through the forest
cleansing my my mind.
Squirrels in the trees
chattering at my presence.
Crows in the sky,
not a cloud In the scene.
Further I walk,
heading for the pond.
A red Fox crosses my path.
Beautiful!
Virgin snow I plow through.
I float away in the world that I'm in.
The pond now in sight
I ponder the scene.
Wind whipping the snow
across the pond,
huge snow monsters
I can see.
Stepping onto the ice
cracking
sounds can be heard.
I step back,
deciding a better path
I need find.
I return home
to the sounds of the day,
cold and refreshed.
Sitting by the fire,
hot chocoholic In hand.
Reflecting and smiling
at my time in the woods.