A highway billboard reads:
If you died today
would you be ready for hell?
My parents died,
I feel a distant sorrow
that grows tighter
like a vine as the years pass.
My dog dies, I shed real tears;
a sour sap pools in my gut.
Five thousand souls perish
somewhere far away -
nothing.
I suspect heaven is a tattoo
over this world’s blemishes.
Maybe Hell is just a place
for the petty and predictable -
as commonplace
as a pimple or an itch.
Maybe we just don't notice
the big sadness all around us
just the small irrelevancies.
I drive on-by fast
like I always do,
trying not to think
of my old cold heart.
Categories:
irrelevancies, poetry,
Form: Free verse
What is Truth
By: Tom Wright
11-14-2019
When
Historiographers
Allude
To
Irrelevancies.
Socialism
Totally
Remains
Undercover,
Taunting
History.
Categories:
irrelevancies, truth,
Form: I do not know?
How quickly the pivot point flips and flops,
like a see-saw tipping from side to side.
As soon as you start to win the debate
the focus veers to a new direction
towards the oblivious distraction,
to ease the pain that intense thought can cause,
or the humiliation of defeat.
If you're in trouble, change the topic slightly
away from what's known to unknown terrain
to "Yes, But" and "What about" and "How Come".
Such subtle diversions create mayhem
deviously dragging the plot away
to irrelevancies and bogus tracks,
to oblivious irresolution.
Obliterate the devious diversions tricks
especially aspersions about you.
Learn to recognize the signs beforehand.
Learn how to lever the game back on the track,
Guard against oblivion's trap door.
Learn to stay vigilant, on track with what you know about.
For diversion to ignorance is oblivious bliss.
Categories:
irrelevancies, destiny, discrimination, perspective,
Form: Free verse