As people, we have begun to change,
Incrementally, thoughts rearrange.
Are we still the person we once seemed?
Or, were our thoughts seduced as we dreamed?
Words bandied about of kindness, good,
thoughtfulness, we felt we understood,
We now discard them, trading for lies,
as dollar signs dance before our eyes.
Perhaps life imprints each memory,
as good or bad, however perceived.
Faintly, it's then passed into a gene,
to be reborn to a new lifestream.
Will humans evolve; will cyborgs advance?
Will warring end, will Earth get a chance?
Will we find the values we have lost?
Will we remember what loss has cost?
Categories:
incrementally, angst, change, people,
Form: Rhyme
There is too much energy,
coincidentally,
Too much memory,
incrementally,
Too much sensory,
What has entered me
So unnaturally?
Categories:
incrementally, addiction, drug,
Form: Rhyme
as if drawn by an invisible jury
the mood inched closer
to adjunction
incrementally and with
unbearable slowness of progress
it nibbled away at sizeable apathy
pinched a tiny chard of gloom
until the clouds burst into silent tears
not without questioning the sanity
of its success neurons returned
to previous still rusty function
redefined normality
of what was to become
not without mocking
waste and waistline
as if to say
you need a belly ring for flotation
it will ground you when levitation
takes the mood swings too far
the verdict not guilty
merely colluding as a minor offence
released on bail
no further injunctions
and hard work ahead
24th September 2022
Categories:
incrementally, appreciation,
Form: Free verse
I a woman of sixty and seven have come to realize
There is more here going on than is evident to the eyes
What is allowed by ego to filter through our defences
Is not the sum total registered by our senses
As we are able to carry the weight like a mother doting
Incrementally it sifts it through without sugar coating
We see what we are ready to see unedited without bias
No matter the seas that lay ahead we say in confidence Try Us
Last Friday week I learned to swim after being the banker for years
Finding I'm hyped to name and address all my other fears
I want to live life conscientiously enslaved to nothing but God
The trainers are off on my way giving my governess a nod
Categories:
incrementally, adventure,
Form: Rhyme
With "little" sins
Great falls begin.
Categories:
incrementally, addiction, betrayal, corruption, death,
Form: Epigram
Don’t be melodramatic, Mama Witch said.
Don’t want to take curmudgeon with you to bed.
Little Witch smelled honeysuckle of her Uncle Ted.
It came incrementally as beddy bye book was read.
You’re the kingpin of your life, said her cousin Zed.
She loved it when these spirits came into her head.
Next morning Mama Witch asked “Ready for a moped?”
Why not? Worst scenario she would end up dead.
Which actually meant she would be with Grandpa Ned.
Along with Uncle Ted, Cousin Zed and Auntie Fred.
Little Witch felt glad mama had not followed family tread,
And had named her Little Witch instead of Med or Lead or Shed.
Categories:
incrementally, humor,
Form: Monorhyme
A blood red dawn eloquently drizzles in through my windowpane.
Added beauty greets my morning once again.
The barren leafless trees hide what they’re able.
Stifling our world’s incumbent label.
Centered testament as I face this day.
Observing some blue as I recognize collected grey.
I will venture out more risky work at hand.
All normalcy henceforth marginally banned.
More freedom incrementally begins to fade.
Persuading mistakes our new future is being made.
Exhaustion and fear now become the norm.
Mauling sensation as I navigate the storm.
Categories:
incrementally, endurance,
Form: Rhyme
Vibration
Another
Another
Wavelets arriving
Like a new rain
Distinct
Refreshing
Notes interacting
Through memory
And anticipation
Sound and silence
Dancing
Courting
Spirit cleansed
Incrementally
By sprinkling
Each touch
A micro-caress
Resonating
With the soul
Categories:
incrementally, music, song,
Form: Free verse
His passion for power weighs heavy
on his heart forging his decisions.
And he attacks sane politicians
leaking “fake news” out to depose him.
The whole world’s waiting for him to fall
yet none question his authority.
For thanks to Russian interference
he won the electoral college.
Pacified by his gulf courses and
costly toys He maintains his image.
Yet they can't disguise the fact he lives
in an extravagant gilded cage.
His will’s enforced with merciless might
squashing any signs of rebellion.
For he rules with a iron hard fist
unchecked by the glove of compassion.
Trust's a luxury he can't afford
it could cost him the price of office.
And truth is simply nonexistent
in his quiver of indulgent whims.
Time is the ultimate crucible
impeaching his credibility.
And changing him incrementally
until there’s nothing left but a clown.
He’s the alpha and the omega
war and terror are his to command.
And he is the harbinger of death
don't mistake him for anything less.
Categories:
incrementally, appreciation, bullying, character, culture,
Form: Blank verse
You've seen that look before,
so many times that you lost count
It's the look of hopelessness,
the look of despair
Vacant eyes that no longer care
Who let the emptiness in,
who stole their zest for life
Who squeezed the vitality out,
who removed their heart with a cold butcher's knife
Was this travesty done swift and surgically,
or perhaps it happened incrementally
Bit by bit,
drip by drip
Everything they every cared about
got clean ripped from their hands
Maybe they lost their kids
on a drunk driving holiday
Maybe lost the spouse,
when forgiving them was too hard a thing to pray
Maybe lost the house after losing the job
Whatever the reasons, former associates and friends shun them now,
because maybe they think that they're cursed with plain bad luck
Maybe having no family to speak of,
got them thinking life sucks
Down on their luck right now
would be a kind thing to say
But in their heart they know better,
for every sin committed, there's a pound of flesh to pay
So they wander around lifelessly
with that vacant look in their eye
Just wasting the time away until the day they die
Categories:
incrementally, depression, hurt, pain, sad,
Form: Dramatic Verse
Watch the people.
They are changing right in front of our eyes.
Slowly, incrementally, they’re evolving, becoming something
else, something more, something different.
A new paradigm is emerging.
Not very many years ago people walked down the street looking straight ahead.
Today, they bow at the neck to the new god they made, worship, and are connected with.
Technology, information is now what they focus on and desire.
Soon, it will be connected to them, embedded into their heads.
Soon, they will access the sum of all human knowledge with
just a thought.
Soon, they will communicate without speaking.
The global human neural net is evolving.
Soon, thereafter, it will merge with artifice intelligence.
Techno Sapiens will then emerge.
Where it goes from there, is anybody’s guess!
Categories:
incrementally, art,
Form: Prose Poetry
Black sludge coffee fills in where
the bone and sinew used to be
If I were sliced and diced, all you'd see
is black sludge
Even where the marrow is, the black coffee sludge
slowly moves into place like continents
transgressing.
Once cherubesque, were these full breasts-
The sludge moves slowly through my body
Incrementally, almost imperceptibly
changing what was once sublime-
Once a smile, not perfect but nice
now looks like ragged tombstones decaying
where once they stood polished and loved
And slowly the sludge moves through the blood
A perfect curve of spine, along side where
two snakes, full of muscle, lay on either side
now these famished snakes no longer recoil
starving- they are but sacks of skin.
Vicious pain at the base, where two hills
collide-
Now stand cr o d
o ke
Blood filling with the sludge, how did this happen?
Categories:
incrementally, age, fear,
Form: Free verse
Incrementally dead
And barely caught breathing
Caring for a child experiencing teething
Which 1 the mother?
Which 1 the child?
In this game of life
I see rules not apply
As both will die
Hopefully in arms
Categories:
incrementally, family,
Form: Free verse
Scrumptious, and
Usually
Perky, we have
Everybody
Raging about the
Carousel
At Disney
Land !!
If
Fun is
Required
After
Going
Into darkness, after
Leaving Scull
Island,
Steer
Toward your first
Instinct,
Continuing to
Explore
Xtra
Places of
Interest
All Locally en -
Larged purposefully and
Incrementally
Dressed for the
Occasion. The
Carousel
Is
Of
Utmost
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious - ness !!!
Categories:
incrementally, adventure, childhood, happiness, imagination
Form: Name