perhaps we are effete snobs
though we fete our snobbery honestly
we lie and cheat our way to A's and B's
leave for fools those 'gentleman's C's'
"Here Lies-----
Rotting to the thrill of doom
Seized by Cold Death
And Buried face-down."
-Inscription on Tombstone-
"Decaying to the drips of chilled nature
And discontented by the state of my casket-
For it had so suddenly begun to decompose-
and by such nature my pathos be exposed-
That scraping sound seized my attention
And for once I deemed my hearing amplified
To the vile exploits of cemetery maggots-
For these fervid beasts are as fateful as Death.
Then I thought: "Here they come alas!
To waste to putrefaction my soulless mass
By their lethal kisses and passive seductions-
Slimy monsters who yet perturb nature's ruling.
Then I perceived violent falls,
Vibrations from quakes aloft
That for certainty's cursed sake
I hushed to but discern if
The unruly devil had come at last."
(unfinished)
The present day evils we acknowledge
Are the consequences of our sacrilege
Committed by us, humans of all age
We owe it to greed, avarice and pillage.
No restraint on pinching the resources
Results in rapid depletion of reserves
In our appetite for utilization of assets
Show contempt to nature’s belongings.
If we do not cultivate a healthy attitude
Mother Nature may express her anger
In many ways with unknown magnitude
By abandoning the customary solicitude.
Thus it is high time to rise and wakeup
And set right, in earnest all her make-up
Let us not fail the mother in her keep-up
And with a firm resolve, let us stand up.
Let us not fail to realize her deep sadness
By doing-away with our total selfishness
To save ourselves as well as our progeny
Let us not become our own worst enemy.
It was thinking
you could erase me,
that made you fall
into your first mistake
I am a mother of poems
I am the sister to word,
the daughter of a great
I am an untold story
without a name
all calls absorb silence,
but a slip of thought
will redeem all
you think me simple
something to toy with,
when other distractions
pale into insignificance
a sleeping dragon
rests in the cave
of my heart, wisps
of smoke consume me
like a rain of fire
my words will spill,
to burn your eyes
and all they mirror
Been around the world and still can't see why;
finding answers for problems we create.
Hello,
we gloat.
We criticize and satirize;
see they're eyes?
Finding answers for problems we create.
Spread the ideas we were brought up to believe.
Spread our ideas but no one cares to listen;
maybe force was a bad decision.
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