in spring
I am tears on your window,
and spears of thistle,
piggybacking your breeze …
in summer
I am warmth on your brow,
and dew,
cool upon your dusk and dawn …
in autumn
I am burnt colors in your gaze,
and the chill haze,
tugging your tresses …
and,
in winter
I am the keen kiss of cold to your cheek,
the meek hopes of your hearth, felt,
and the melt of snowflakes …
on your tongue.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, January 14, 2023
Categories:
piggybacking, analogy, metaphor, seasons,
Form: Free verse
Hateful words ring out, attacking,
Full of malice, piggybacking
On the wings of dire dogma that is narrow to the core.
And the people who are screeching
To the heavens, say their preaching
Is protected and reflected in the nation's guarantor:
'Free Speech'.
Words of hate are links of chains
That bind and burden freedom's gains;
Wrapped around a people's progress, dragging them into the mire.
Stunted in the mud encumbered,
Mankind's days are surely numbered;
Lest he can but break the bondage: to true liberty aspire -
FREE Speech!
Free all words from racist bent
To free ourselves from impairment.
For speech that is most truly free
Emancipates society.
February 29, 2016
Categories:
piggybacking, freedom, racism,
Form: Verse
Of those who have lost their places in life;
And may display their misgivings with a frown;
For them little time seems left for change;
And hope is at best the name of a jester now passed.
And on the bus bench sits an orator;
Chanting coos to the pigeons
While they feed upon droppings;
Of his spilled over indulgences.
And someone cries out to Jesus for justice;
But no one answers;
For there are only those of which;
Share the same destitutions that are listening
And I find myself piggybacking conceptualities;
And repeating what’s seen or heard; only to wonder if;
In the quantum of time to travel has;
This life we think we live; already come and gone.
And the shadows are now so much longer;
While fear becomes prevalent and stronger;
And when the time for to pay comes ever near;
Perhaps it’s those voices that cried out we’ll hear.
Categories:
piggybacking, socialtime, time,
Form: Rhyme