With each quick swishing away
A grass within
This thought does spring:
How much more is hid from us
In their thinking?
Farmed, from out this, such can we
Firm as fearless
Stands, stares access.
Not just bored with; bewildered!
Mooing, mock less!
Do not ask me for an opinion Char said
I don’t have them
This amazes me
I follow her around for days, listening to her talk
She has opinions on everything
the sky, the moon, the sidewalk, the streetlights,
the neighbors, her friends, her relatives,
Her opinions come out with every breath she takes
She is actually more opinionated than most
Which also proves
she is disillusioned or a liar
(a morning walk in senryus)
My home’s not two miles
from school, on beautiful fall
days I’ve been walking.
There’s one building, wrapped
in silver scaffolding, where
youngish male workers,
in luminous trade
gear, offer bleacher-level
fashion opinions.
We passersby love
the crumbs of mild discomfort
and edgy style takes.
Although I wasn’t
exactly dressed to impress,
they liked today’s dress
.
.
Songs for this:
Private Eyes - The bird and the bee
One Two Three - Hooverphonic
I Know What Boys Like - The Waitresses
There are those like feathers
Roving about without a care
Then one day you search for them
And they just are not there
Then there are those like lemons
Soured while still on the tree
Just waiting to be plucked
Just longing to be free
There are those like ice
Frozen and cold
Quickly melted by the sun
Flowing to quench the thirst of an empty soul
Then there are those like garments
Worn with pride
They are as personal as fingerprints
But rarely reliable as guides
No power unless you grant them access
Just opinions
Speaking your opinions will kill you
As people's feelings you might hurt.
You might end up laying down dead
With your face in the dirt
You could be shot from a distance
Or stabbed with a knife
Just for Speaking your opinion
Someone will take your life.
Your opinions on religion you might have
A different view
But because of your opinion Someone
Makes plans on killing you
They hide in the shadows planning their
Attack
Shooting from a distance or stabbing you
In the back
Everyone is entitled to their own opinion
And free speech is what we do
Isn't it just a crime that your opinions and Speaking out will make people want to kill you.
The world's opinions
Are just regurgitated
Like a young bird's meal
Harvard’s a black hole, info wise.
So, let’s see.. what’s going on? What’s in the news?
Anything? Anything?
Hot take..
Not to be spicy and negative,
but sometimes i’m too much myself.
Too comfortable, open and vocal.
I can be opinionated.
Who knows who’s listening?
It could be anyone.
“That’s not red, it’s carmine,” I blirt.
There’s a rise and rush of feelings around the table.
FAQs drop, I get treated.
“God, get up and get at me,” I replied, with an unnerving poise.
People love a scene.
Happy 4th of July to Yankees everywhere!
.
.
Only a Fool Would Say That by Ivy
Lovely Day by Elizabeth Mitchell
L'Anamour by Ivy
.
slang:
FAQ = told the facts
Treated = attacked
I refer you to my answer to a very good comment by our
Stalwart poet Joe Dimino.' You neef only Peel away to view..In the
Meantime i offer; all love to you.!
Day as fine
As the girl I spot.
How beautiful she looks, I thought.
What is so great? i ask.
Is it her skin?
Or the contour of her face?
The outfit?
Nah. Something deep, I realise.
Is it
Her intangible passion For reading, that's burning Brighter And brighter?
Or The glossy images of pages
Perched on her sparkly eyes,
Holding millions of stories
Etching all deets
In her young mind?
Birthing perceptions. Insights.
And changing opinions.?
Or how invested she was
To not acknowledge the world around?
May be that's what
Is so beautiful about beauty?
I feel it
but not see it or specify?
A picture is what it was Of self in the past.
He’s a little barbaric Joey said, he does not tell me much
He was talking about our new neighbor, name of Dutch
Many said he was a so and so and a such and such
But today he helped me move a dresser and a China hutch
He is vulgar and common, another snippety neighbor said
That will not change my differing opinion of Dutch in my head
He willingly helps me when I ask.
He shares his tools, talents, and his flask.
She is animated, breezy, brisk and fresh.
Brings zing to the party said my cousin Mesh.
Vivacious and zippy, chimed in my cousin Vee.
She was dull, redundant and boring, if you ask me.
Some people can't keep their opinions to themselves.
Have you ever noticed what an a$$hole
that girl in the bathroom mirror is?
.
.
A song for this:
Twiggy Twiggy by [re:jazz]
I will share mine,
if you like.
It's unique to me,
and you might agree?
If not, share yours,
I will listen.
We are both entitled to one,
that's how it works.
We can still be friends,
Unless........
The tongues of men are quick to rise,
With words like arrows loosed at night;
Yet none will pause to scan the skies,
To seek the stars that lend them light.
They weave their judgments, thread by thread,
A tapestry of fleeting thought,
But truths unspoken lie half-dead,
While lies take wings and fly unsought.
How cruel the careless hand can be,
To carve its mark where none can heal;
Each whispered tale, a poisoned sea,
Each glance, a blade that cuts with zeal.
Oh, would they seek the tempered flame,
Where facts stand tall, unbent, refined,
Instead of playing this cruel game
Of shadows cast by shallow minds.
The pain they sow, they may not reap,
But hearts are scarred, and wounds run deep.
I keep no opinions on reserve.
nothing clandestine about my thoughts.
Do not ask me what I think.
Unless you want to know.
I do not season or sugar it.
age has taught me to throw it on the plate.
red and bloody
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