Not hoot
Nor loot
Root moot
There's a lot to be said
for silence
but you won't hear it from me
I'm satisfied tongue-tied
as the less said the more I see
and even if the point is moot
'tis a wise owl
who don't give a hoot
YY UR YY UB IC UR YY 4 ME
(Too wise you are too wise you be I see you are too wise for me)
Excuse me; I can't hear you
My batteries must be flat
I am not sure I have my hearing aid in
As I am as blind as a bat
What did you say? Feel
Feel? that won't do any good
I would have done that in the first place.
If I felt I could.
Could you repeat what you were saying?
I still can't hear.
Please speak up and make it clear.
Any deaf person would have heard the caller shout,
With my mouth wide open, I tried to work it out,
I screamed back; what did you say I've done?
Madam, you have won the lottery, a tidy sum.
I was speechless, struck dumb.
Impossible mission to uncouple accountability,
(no matter minuscule - veritable drop within
figurative bucket when quantity contrasted/
compared alongside industrial waste courtesy
major corporations), yet helplessness prevails
survival (mine) inextricably bound trappings
twenty first century allow, enable, and provide
exploiting even dollop so called nonrenewable
resources, I could sacrifice corporeal entity -
body, mind and spirit within eyeblink exhales
last breath before becoming repurposed - inert
cremated ashes randomly scattered across all
points encompassing terrestrial world wide web.
Obituary -
Despite havoc primate species did wreak
from the afterlife I figuratively speak
and applaud millennials whose peak
performance accorded courtesy
your token "aged hippie,"
mild mannered and meek
and long haired pencil necked geek,
whose disembodied spirit
now volunteers as Halloween sideshow freak
incorporating gallows humor tongue in cheek.
If I sit in back and don't see what's coming,
jump from a plane without a chute,
stand in an airlock and evac the air,
fly toward the sun and get too close,
love you and lose me
Forlorn to flail hopeless pursuit
My poetry is mostly moot
Topics ranging far and wide
From seasons past to suicide
Just take a look its plain to see
In isolation I will be
To write a single verse to matter
Bold expression mental chatter
As a heart beats sure and steady
So the mind runs in this Freddy
To just express another line
Emotions mark the pass of time
All who dare to read this long
Will know no reason to belong
To Freddy’s favorites by the way
I try to write a poem a day
It is merely one voice
A faint echo within the multitude
Distinguished only by its resigned silence
Strength of desire fading away
Like a snow flake destined to disappear
Its singular beauty lost within the many
Uniqueness melts into a white blanket of obscurity
Followed by the endless parade of individual sameness
Each different yet at a distance … conglomerate
Clustered into anonymity
The flight of one becomes moot
?
I wonder how it feels
as the chalk is erased away
to know that what you mean
is exactly what you say
the words hang thick like cobwebs
heavy in a dusty room
serving as a shelter
protecting like a womb
there's an shadow on the floor
a taped outline of the truth
and what you heard was me
although the point was moot
Question not the questioner,
for this is done in vain,
nor should we blame the blameless,
adding links to Marley's chain.
The defiant will not be defied,
their hearts are wrought of steel,
have empathy for the empath,
who took on this job to feel.
Don't second-guess the psychic,
whose visions she won't share,
and do not doubt the fairy-lights,
by woodland elves prepared.
See the magic in the magical,
this keeps the spirit young,
in innocence we hear the song
as it was truly sung.
©Danielle White
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