A flash of light,
Yes, in her eyes
Was the only gesture
Of a sign in the first
Adam when he met her.
Time of his manhood
Glows like moonbeam
That coy the sun.
There was terrible toil,
For he feed his flesh
So as to live them.
Like spartan and trojans,
His aspiration is mediocracy
In his time.
The passing weight of time
Knows the counsel of the gods.
Those longing days
Reverberate the mind.
The philosophy of life
Is epicurious enigmatic.
Women became men.
Men became gods.
Power authorized at the apex
Of Mt. Olympus.
Laws break down
At Mt. Sanai.
Crimes diverse pragmatically
Into open doors and design porticos.
Victory a dust of brilliant
Loophole minds,
Was a competition at all.
Categories:
mediocracy, inspirational, myth, perspective,
Form: Free verse
Mediocracy
Along the simple path we plod
Bureaucracy
With a maze of obstacles to trod
Autocracy
Also trying to dodge the hit squads
Theocracy
Steering clear, of banned lesser gods
Plutocracy
Ride on through, wielding big fat wads
Democracy
A minefield of all above, behind the facade
04/12/23
Categories:
mediocracy, allusion, metaphor, perspective,
Form: Monorhyme
Caught up in the mediocracy of a life I no longer recognize…
I’m fighting to break free from this trap I’ve built for myself.
Even if I turned and walked away the man that I’d see walking…
Would still be wearing the same wounded soul as the man standing here today.
It’s hard to be satisfied when you watch as the days fly by…
Knowing I could do better than just living day to day.
Yet I’ve spun a web that I call home though I often wonder…
If I’m not the one trapped within it’s threads.
Categories:
mediocracy, introspection,
Form: Free verse
Wonder pranced forth
Took me by surprise
Whirled me and twirled me
Shaking me out of my doldrums
Enthusiasm threw me in the air
Imagination caught me
Joy laughed at my confusion
Delight shook me out of my mediocracy
All happened as I gazed
at my new grandson
The world was once again
a place for happiness and excitement.
A new mindset
A new day
A new baby.
Just the attitude adjustment I needed.
Categories:
mediocracy, baby,
Form: Free verse
oh fallen
oh fallen
rise up and grab your crown
stand up though you're still falling
put on your robe and gown
don't stray to mediocracy
don't devise your will to live
remain with thus who's calling
trial haste not to forgive
oh fallen bare firm and stand to ground
oh fallen ye who holds retain
us resting soft and sound
*This poem is for those of us who have fallen in our lives
Categories:
mediocracy, cheer up, confidence,
Form: Free verse
The part calls for someone not you
Welcome to the audition. Sit down
We are almost through
It is a feature film about the future
You are both short and tall Mr. Smith
How do you do that?
I'm afraid you are too medium too
That won't do
Media or mediocracy are not the issue
No race, color, creed or people needed
The scenes require a new special look
The absence of you for starters
Tell me Mr. Smith why did you apply?
Is it for pride, glory, money and fame
To be on the map? Pretty girls perhaps?
This is Hollywood
What is your story? Why did you come?
We were looking for something less you
More along the lines of silver machinery
Listen. I'm busy. My people will call yours
We'll do lunch shortly for sure or maybe not
Do you get the picture Mr. Smith?
Sorry. It's taken by a robot with connections
Electrical components are the in thing
I would show you the door
But my time is precious
You look like a smart fellow
Good day. See you again...never
Categories:
mediocracy, abuse, conflict, identity, image,
Form: Free verse
I crave to have a voice.
I crave to be heard
To be heard above all the static and white noise.
Of this everyday bland american life.
No one is unique anymore.
No one wants to be a voice.
No one hungers for knowledge or a challenge.
No one wants to be challenged.
I want people to hear me
And understand me.
I can't stop talking, writing, thinking, hurting
Because i know they can't hear me.
They keep going on with their life.
Living behing diseased eyes and brains and rotton hearts.
I am yelling and screaming
Trying to save them, save their lives.
Trying to save them from mediocracy and the curse of average and fake.
All they hear is silence
They can't feel emotion
Hear pain
We have become robots, zombies.
Walking along the earth like Cain and Able.
Was I cursed to wander the earth forever and never find what i was looking for?
I am cursed like them.
I have the same characteristics to hate...judge...
Discriminate.
It sucks
I want to be normal
I crave normalcy.
Categories:
mediocracy, angst, hope, inspirational, introspection,
Form: Free verse