I think hate is kinda zombie like
Where common sense takes a hike
Attacking anything that is not like you
Trying to strengthen the zombie glue
It is true
Hate filled eyes
Spreading the lies
Using violence as a tool
Flushing compassion down the stool
Fool
The zombies are spreading fast
A motley cast
Spreading this fight
Doesn't matter the wrong or right
Where is this going
Who is in the knowing
Fear
That's how they steer
Our fate
Knowledge comes way too late
Lacking sight
They fight
Fearing the road ahead
All the negativity we are fed
Wanting to stay
In today
Lost is our way
Trust
Is a must
Believe in you
So true
Choose wisely your fight
It is a matter of opinion,what's wrong or what is right
How you see it in the light
What you believe
Even what it is you grieve
What makes you you
To yourself be true
Only thing to do.
A poet's duty,
is to write from their heart.
I have been told,
beauty is a matter of opinion.
When writing from the heart,
the writer expresses themselves.
Many different topics,
from many different poets.
One's pen may write love another sci-fi,
very different yet beautiful to their readers.
Poets cannot be put in a box,
since they are creative beings.
Let the ink from their pens flow,
let the creativity flow.
What comes out in the end,
will be a poem from their very soul.
Date Written: 10/7/2020
A Poet's Duty Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Beth Evans
If your trying to change me
Then you don’t really no me
My mortals are my own
Regardless if you don’t agree.
I’ve built my life on my own understand of it
So don’t impose your views because you think it’s legit.
What’s right and wrong is a matter of Opinion, and I’ll take my life experience on this one.
Would it be considered nefarious
If I call my poems ‘hilarious’
Our humour is subjective …
I write from MY perspective
It’s a trait of my sign Aquarius!
I have never categorised any of my poems as ‘hilarious’ as what I consider is humourous is a matter of opinion and often when I read ‘hilarious’ poems I don’t find them that amusing
01~27~17
Signs can be called destiny to some and others may not pay attention
However if our life is a start to end.
We might as well follow what it offers.
At each corner a situation, sight, taste or thought … all signs considered?
To mold into a whole.
It can never be expected or said what exactly our brain will make of the things that we experience in any of our senses.
Therefore can anything that happens be important?
It surely can be.
A link to a mistake made a link to an achievement or a set standard.
Maybe all we need to collect is a series of signs to build a purpose?
It’s a matter of opinion.
One thing can re-direct our life on a different route
?—?a new unknown path ready to be followed as we flow to the future.
We never know .
Signs can be significant to our lives.
Keeping open to see them is essential.
So following our hearts is the way to go.
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The sun explodes through a ragged crack
ripped in the clouds by rolling thunder.
Exploding, battering overhead
as if to pull the world asunder.
Heat lightning flames in the distant sky.
Count the seconds with a guarded dread
in order to calculate how soon
the storm will be roiling overhead.
A circling, spreading bank of clouds
is butting heads to gain dominion.
The ultimate winner of the fight
Is still a matter of opinion.
The calm before the oncoming storm
has appeared as if it knows its cue.
Most times I like a good Summer storm
But I hope this one passes on through.
It's all a matter of opinion
We all have one of these
We always have something to say
Even if no one else agrees
My wife says I don't have one
I have to ask her what to say
She thinks I'll say something stupid
She says, "You're just made that way"
If we go to a fancy restaurant
She orders what food we'll eat
She tells me when I'm finished
And when to leave my seat
Even on our wedding day
Before I could say, "I do"
She told the preacher, "Of course, he does"
So I just mumbled, "True"
If it sounds like I am henpecked
My wife says that's not true
She says to tell you, "You're all wrong"
She doesn't tell me what to do
So be glad you're not in my shoes
A man who lives this way
The only words I'm allowed to utter
Is, "Yes dear whatever you say"
Well, I think I'll end this poem
And try to get on with my life
But before I go, I want you to know
I probably better ask my wife
It's all a matter of opinion
We all have one of these
We always have something to say
Even if no one agrees
My wife say I don't have one
I have to ask her what to say
She thinks I'll say something stupid
She says I'm just made that way
If we go to a fancy restaurant
She orders what food we'll eat
She tells me when I'm finished
And when to leave my seat
Even on our wedding day
Before I could say, "I do"
She told the preacher, "Of course, he does"
So I just mumbled, "True"
If it sounds like I am henpecked
My wife says that's not true
She says to tell you, "You're all wrong"
She doesn't tell me what to do
Well, I think I'll end this poem
And try to get on with my life
But before I go, there's one more thing
I probably better ask my wife
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