We may sit in the sun,
remembering the fun
of our youth.
Then a bee buzzes by,
to remind us
of the truth
That flowers are pretty
and to the bee, sweet.
But memories can hide a sting
we wish not to repeat.
something big and black flew overhead
we both looked up, the dog and I
wings unlike a butterfly
it flew back up into the sky
a wasp? a wisp? a tiny bat?
I’ll never know, but it was thin
a black dragon fly, a dragon cat?
something with a touch of red.
by ego upstaged, soul’s light caged
we wandered earth like a lost ghost
fire of desire in our heart raged
for peace we wandered coast to coast
synced not to music of the spheres
by ego upstaged, soul’s light caged
we sought solace among our peers
mental battles ceaselessly waged
in the flow of time, body aged
we were but a dead man walking
by ego upstaged, soul’s light caged
stark haunting with dark fears stalking
shift to stillness made us stronger
heart sang, when from thoughts disengaged
choosing to suffer no longer
by ego upstaged, soul’s light caged
I knew an old buffoon
quite the gloomy poltroon
who through a stormy monsoon
flew his hot air balloon
and among the Walloon
and Flemish
much to their surprise
did not meet his demise
but with neither a blot
not a jot
nor blemish
at all
on hand
in the small
6-Government
densely populated
parliamentary constitutional monarchy
3-language country of Belgium
safely did crash land
What is love, really? someone asked, and my mind flew
Like a bird through the sky of memories, through valleys of deep silence,
Trying to unravel a question like a riddle woven from stars,
For often we lament that life is a mist, an endless race,
Where time evaporates like morning dew in the sun's rays,
But love... it bends time, slows the clock like a slow waltz,
In the moonlight, it stretches seconds like silk gliding over skin,
Turns minutes into memories that shine like diamonds in the dark,
It is a flame that burns slowly, not a wild fire, but a constant light,
That warms the soul from deep within, it is in the silence between words,
In eyes that speak without sound, in hands that hold more than fingers,
They hold entire universes, and a promise of eternity without speaking it,
Love is where chaos transforms into harmony,
Where the heart breathes like a calm ocean, where even silence,
Becomes a symphony written just for you, it is not perfect,
Not always easy, but it is real, and in its presence,
Everything finds its place like stars in the clear night sky.
I flew the international route
Had an epiphany, no doubt
Surrounded, the mix of folks
Of ages, languages, life walks
What if we suddenly can share
One intellection, maybe pair?
A story from a distant nook
Earth’s wisdom, ready for a book
Of money, family and love
Tradition, habit thereof,
How we can learn, and why we don’t?
Out of indifference, we wouldn’t
This plane, a sample of mankind
Hey, guys and girls, come read my mind
I long to share, trick or two
You get to wear my old shoe
But no, they slept, restrained and fed
No brainstorms or plans instead
No passing secrets, gained advice
Within our reach, free and precise
No business chat, no meeting place
Or knowledge gained in plane’s space
Polite and friendly, shut as clams
No handshakes offered, only dams
We ate, we read, had movies watched
This opportunity was botched
And as we land - “goodbye, primates”
We split and run, to transfer gates
March 22, 2025
Conmen squawk,
‘Fear our Bird Flu,
And that we know
What’s best for you.’
So bird flew.
For bird knew
That what men do
Is nothing new.
Open minds are few,
Thinking’s voodoo;
And what’s true
Goes up the flue.
So bird flew.
Yes, bird flew.
Because bird knew
It’s not the first time,
History rhymes,
Since man can’t learn
And always gets burned.
All this bird knew;
So, bird flew.
Bird flu.
They’ll say it’s a thing,
Say they’re not joking,
And people will do
What they’re told to do.
They’ll peck at false seeds
Planted in their mind,
Twenty four seven,
It happens each time.
This phony Bird Flu,
Bird knew;
So, bird flew.
The crows called to me,
and as I watched them take flight...
I too was flying!
A thought flew by
The weather is melancholy
the forever is not for us to grasp
dreams not be fulfilled
forgotten, not even to dust
On a day like this, life appears
pointless as one day we shall
not know we ever lived
Yet, we cling on to life because
we shall drown in the ocean
of endless time
Bullets flew in Pennsylvania meant to divide us
The blood they drew will serve to unite us
Sarah made up her mind to be unusual
She wanted to be different, unique, chic
I need to fly, she told herself.
That would do the trick
How will we do it? Her brain asked.
Her heart knew.
So she listened.
Just believe, the heart said.
And so she did
And so she flew.
When Eve was searching for a rib
The Devil led her to a crib
Where Cain and Able
Hatched a stork fable
Creating the very first fib
A Missile Flew
I saw a missile fly over head
Eighteen injured and six dead
An apartment’s dark holes
Collapsed floors, beds on the edge
Licked by orange flames
And black tongues of smoke
Like a dragon peering out from a cave
Unimaginable terror, nowhere to hide
The safest place in the world
Your home, decimated, walls shattered
And peeled open like a tin.
Under orders, without thought
He pressed a button and heard the roar
As the missile soared into the sky
Knowing his actions would at least
Cause distress and destruction
And the best scenario, death of
People he would never know.
Parents of children, who will
Now grow as orphans or die
As memories to a few.
Not a second thought, tea with
The guys below, biscuits with the
Crew. Back on deck, another
Missile flew.
David Cox 23/04/22
The last ten years swiftly flew by;
everyone seems so much older,
I barely recognize faces.
And over time, I've realized;
loyalties and friendships form
on a temporary basis.
Old age, indeed, levies a toll;
my health deteriorated,
and I sometimes feel all alone.
I have trouble falling asleep;
for my back is in constant pain,
and what's causing it is unknown.
I'm bald; there is no hair to comb,
and dentures have replaced my teeth;
my legs ache, and I use a cane.
I've found no upside to aging;
technology screws with my mind,
and it does no good to complain.
He flew home
nothing remained
only her.
Houses and neighbors
had shrunk into footnotes.
His dog had lost its sense of smell
- was not well.
The roots of the town
had rotted beneath the forgotten
and disowned.
The whole damn country
had been re-landscaped.
He did not fit anymore
except into her -
that was more than enough.
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