If you think that life
Is supposedly supposed to be fair
I can only presume you may have
Taken a wrong turn and ended up
in fools heaven
As again just to me
It sounds to me like
You or whomever told you
Or lead you into believing that
Has never really actually been
Anywhere near there
But yes for definitely
This I can most honestly and truthfully say
If Frank Sinatra owned the right
To do things his way
Then this is my way
Of preserving my state of mental health
Not joining hands
And being lead blindly by the blind
And yes I take no pride nor joy
For expressing this my view point
Out loud or in a crowd
As would nothing more nor less
Than for the above mentioned
Statement of the world to be true
But due to the fact it isn't
And I see it quite patently ain't
Id much rather choose
Not to make it any further worse
By acknowledging
And predicating this
Unholy lie
Categories:
predicating, kid, sad, slam, truth,
Form: Free verse
This poem is for my lovely friend Andrea Dietrich for her falling petals of Rose post:
FALLING PETALS OF ROSE
Falling petals of Rose
beauty is not lost and goes
nor the life forever is utmost
detaching they speak renewal
celebration of life and good fortune
predicating ephemeral nature of life
reminds death and rebirth
in all the ways keeps beauty of life
Categories:
predicating, introspection, rose,
Form: Imagism
lie
fake, fudge
deluding, duping, deceiving
falsity, falsify, facticity, factuality
presuming, prevailing, predicating
validity, veracity
truth
Categories:
predicating, character, confusion, truth,
Form: Diamante
I suppose open ended flows of thought
represent Earth's holistic arts collective.
Poetic licenses and decomposingl life sentences
invested in prayer to fully incarnate,
cooperatively manage,
then master healthy performance arts
coarising social-political research sciences,
life through death ecotherapeutic punctuations
of rhythmic passions.
Co-empathic political art trusts
empowering truths with beauty bounty.
Poetry readings engaging sacred liturgies
of Earth-enlightened art therapy
deeply stretch-canvasing compassion.
Communicating arts
predicating and predicting love of resonant life
regenerating resiliently healing sciences
of and for healthy future co-investments
in perennially recircling performances
engaging deep listening octaves
of fully colored feelings.
Categories:
predicating, art, beauty, destiny, humor,
Form: Political Verse
Adornment in man's eye reveals
the ego centered self-concern,
while overlooking God's appeal
is higher, towards the spirit's yearn.
So buckled with contingent seal
the use of kind, elaborate earn,
one glance toward heaven soars to feel
the otherwise appointed learn.
Not finding in my own context,
I must rekindle thoughts adjourn
the height of predicating quest
that measures worth by self-return!
Oh, endless thought were once my prime
today the echoes sublimate
while thee, that once were metered rhyme
now sounds but stifle my relate!
"Tis us, acoustics narrow mate
that selfish monitoring pride,
inhibits thought's accelerate
and toward attention steals to ride.
Did compliment my fond estate
that once outstanding, thee in stride
now force for truth, a run-a-way
is always searching for Hope's bide!
Do cover then my error small
and of my penance not belate
as spacious beauty in enthrall
my overhead, not being rate!
God's tapestry to cover all
the seasons of my love's abate!
Categories:
predicating, forgiveness, hope, introspection, loss,
Form: Rhyme