Questions. Poems

Questions galore

Do the leaves of our cups also turn yellow ?
The rooms of green grass collect cobwebs 
From the Kafkaesque vermin, fly away cuckoos 
Questions galore in the river's tide and ebb
     
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Total Passivity

Total passivity
Seems to me a relevant strategy
To confront the humiliation that is offered to the large
But some would say small world of askers 
All kinds of believers in their right to demand something
Who can’t stop asking and expect hoping
Don't ask, don’t beg and don't ingratiate
This is what they expect from you 
To bring you down

Success is Gratitude

Success is gratitude
For answering people's questions
Including those that were not asked
But implied.
And those unsaid questions, I believe
Are the most important
Artists, who are gifted with answers
On which the life of the perceiver sometimes depends
Receive the success they deserve
Fortunate is the human
Who is blessed with answers
Happy is the artist
Who gives back their gift.  

Years That Ask, Years That Answer

Winter storm. 
Question marks 
fall like snow 
on shoulders bent 
with seeking.

Hollow caverns 
where certainty 
once lived
echo chambers 
of why.

Face pressed 
against cold glass. 
Fingertips trace 
what cannot 
be grasped.

Footsteps 
soft on unseen paths. 
Autumn leaves 
crumble 
in cupped palms.

Dreams, half-formed, 
scatter 
like dust 
through fingers 
that cannot hold.

Shell splits. 
Light finds 
the crack, 
makes

QUESTIONS POETS AND WRITERS ASK

QUESTIONS POETS AND WRITERS ASK
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On my laptop’s screen, words twist and twine,
I ponder, “Is this plot truly mine?”
     With a character's frown,
     Will my story break down?
Or will sadness and joy combine?

As I scribble, “What rhymes with orange?”
I chuckle, “Should my hero be foreign?”
   

Finding Reality

I hear again and again, of people searching for what is real,
Looking for the answers that they seek is like climbing up a hill.
Their truth and their authentic self, they seldom if ever will find,
If all they do is listen to others and never use their mind. 

Based on the things I’ve seen and heard;

Thoughts On War Questions

Thoughts On War Questions

When is war righteous?
Isn’t murder a crime?
Does not war murder?
Can’t collateral
Death be a crime too?: 

War can’t be righteous;
Murder is a crime:-
Wars do have murders,
Collateral deaths
Can be murders also:-

Universal Questions

I stand here gazing at stars in the sky,
Wondering what happens when I die?
It’s harder to see with my own eye,
The purpose of life as it passes by.

First, I’ll consider the where, when, and why?
Who or what it was, that caused my goodbye?
What was important, whether girl or guy?
A purposeful life, or is that a

My Turbulent Calm

I see the wind
And hear the sun
And when it hurts 
I have such fun
I know not when
But the where is sure
The reasons are clear
Though fully obscure
Thoughts I suffer
The long night through
Bring such comfort
How is this true
Confusion reigns
Within thoughts clear
And peace so far
And yet so near
I can feel it
Though I’m completely numb
My mind subtracts
To find the

Questions about Sleepers in Space

Astronauts sleep like bats
Hanging from the ceiling in bags
But this does not tell us about astro-cats
Do they sleep in cots made of rags?

What about astro-dogs and astro-pigs?
Are their bunks teeny or the biggest of the bigs?
Has there yet been an astro-horse?
Political correctness says there should be one of course.

- Echo With Unanswered Questions -

              - Echo ~ the witness who talked too much - quote by poet

                            

Ominous Questions

Was it fairytale wishes that come in threes, 
or curses that bring you to your knees? 
Does that gentle, warm summer breeze
blow through bodies that hang from trees?
Does it waft the tinkle of a wedding bell
or the howling hounds of Hell?

have you ever

Have you ever tried choking? He asked nonchalantly.
“No,” she said. *with a wrinkled nose of disapproval*

“Want to try it?” *His approach couldn't hide his excitement* 
“Ok,” she said, absent mindedly running her index finger over his lips.

“you  can  choke  me,” she added slowly,
 “if I can stab you repeatedly
 with the 7

Pisces

She's two fish swimming
in opposite directions
and physically incapable
of answering my questions
always on the stick's wrong end
yet not to harp or carp
but I'm forever on the opposite
that which is pointed sharp
would I enquire of the right one
it's the left natator who replies
with something unrelated
from out of yonder wild blue skies
and not knowing which will respond
altho' I

Questions

I'm i not to know?  Must wonder aimlessly amongst emersed possibility's?
Do the answers you hide even remember the reasons why they are occulted, or do they stand in defiance from a questions lack of understanding? Are these riddles that escape me? Am I a troll that can't cross his own bridge? Or am I

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