If a poet writes in a forest,
and no one is around to read it,
does it make a poem?
The jury is hung, the verdict is split.
Driving down the road
Off ramp ahead
Small town lights
Flicker; the false promise
Something more than
A closing down factory floor
Old Churches for sale
Dressed in flags of white and red
Night sky above
Blind curve ahead
I saw a sight
Of holiness
Draped in crimson and saffron
Between the roller hot dogs
And the slushie machine
Wow! The id - Psychological you
With theory of observation I learn
Cognitive! Woot! Woot! Whoa what style
I recollect I see thru these very eyes and
yearn
Theory of Dreams - I visualize reality
REM - - Images in my sleepy mind
It's quite contraire - I reckon
The truth be know within to find
All in the brain - The IQ, the wit
Intuition at its best .Whoa! Enlightening
I wake up now after NREM at end
On the dark side what I see is relatively
Frightening
the wretched burnt-orange sun
beats down on my broken car
as she thumps mindlessly through potholes
with windows down
we gaze at clowns
and the derelicts
and the dirty tricks
as they crawl
across the pavement
the lively beauties walk
amongst jackasses and Gemini's
confused hooligans steal
from random pedestrians
to feed addictions
fulfilling a need, though
they mean you no harm, indeed
despite their transgressions
we're all devoured
by our own deceptions
There was once was a lady called Ullah
took a trip across to Dimbullah
Why she went there
here's the story she'd share
Hey I'm not gonna fool ya
took part in a dance called a hula
And Peder would follow
he'd tweak his big toe
He didn't take part in this wonderful dance
hung on to his chair by the seat of his pants
Wherever was Ullah, Pedder would go
his admiration is always on show
This beautiful couple the friendship we cherish
Makes no difference if they're speaking their danish
We value their knowledge from the plants that they grow
observation of nature from the seeds that they sow
This information we make sure it wont vanish
Here's a secret I now will reveal they make no claim to be spanish
When Peders at craft he always just sits
clickety clack from needles, it's a hat that he knits
Dying fine wool Peder remains silent, uses the wool a holey sock he must darn
And Ullah ? Total contrast!! She's really quite noisy when spinning some form of a yarn
They often have fabrics, by hand they have dyed with colour galore
from all of the markets they've finally retired they'll sadly be seen there no more
When you confide in a person and they say things behind your back
then it's worse than someone whom to your face launches an attack.
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Taking photographs of strangers at the park,
I wonder upon the foundations in which
they were built.
Did their mother sing them to sleep?
Did they not have a mother?
The most important questions
are the rhetorical things.
Did they practice piano
or attend dance recitals?
Creativity is a beautiful thing.
Were they encouraged,
or discouraged?
I think that eventually
you become what you become,
regardless of anything.
Back to my work:
Old couples hold hands.
A Black woman plays jazz.
Newlyweds skip.
Teenagers kiss.
A clumsy kid trips.
A duck quacks.
Fountains spew.
Flowers bloom.
Everyone laughs,
and God smiles.
This world is as ugly
as it is beautiful.
Today,
I am grateful
for all the pretty parts.
Some do--are you a doer?
Some just take--are you a
taker? Some attempt to mend
what others break--are you a
mender or breaker? Then there
are others, grades and shades
between...seldom standing firm--
with the winds they lean.
Some people breeze through life
With no torture and strife
For others it’s a nightmare
So much that others couldn’t bare
Why is there so much inequality
Some treat health and mind with frivolity
Some genetics can cripple the innocent
Some battles are indiscriminate
Individual actions can cause issues
Sometimes no apologies or tissues
Money can buy things for some
An easy way for them to become
The broke have to suffer through the misery
Others fall for manipulation and trickery
The poor have to eat cheap food
Every rich person personally screwed
The poor are intentionally kept at the bottom
Then left and long forgotten
Life can be really tough
For those you aren’t fortunate enough
something is using a questioning call
bird of some type, maybe big, maybe small
It sounds like a plea, wanting an answer
squirrel hops by, using steps of a dancer
quiet pain noticed
no one steps any closer…
their own thoughts stay home
When questions are asked and the correct answers are given
it serves the purpose of knowledge which by inquiry is driven.
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i get these random bouts of sadness that consume me
tears fall easily at the sight of another’s pain or joy
feelings of regret and longing wash over me and i begin to wonder if I’ll ever truly get to enjoy the human experience
to feel and to be loved
is only an idea my mind can barely picture
i enjoy pressing the wound
deepening the sorrow i feel
watching others broadcast their perfect love,
achieve their deepest desires
it is not envy
it is despair
will i ever experience that?
do i deserve to?
who am i
if i live a life never attaining my desires?
If anyone believes everything they hear they are very naive
but there are many things in this world people don’t believe.
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