His heart sinks to his boots
at the mountian of work that suits -
much are rejectable at first glance -
but some needs a second glance.
The majority is best described as 'fortnight tea'.
Getting to grips with diffent registers,
varied poetic voices and levels of growth,
make for a couldron of flavours
catering for differnent tastes -
editors are expected to wear many hats.
This is before rhyme can be checked -
mistakes are argued away as poetic licence -
and getting to grips with dialect
and varied stressed syllables ...
This is just scratching the surface.
AI can be helpful - up to a point:
It does not 'get' idiom and many metaphor
which the more seasoned poet employs.
Poetry is a living, breathing medium -
it can't be difined by an algorithm.
Apart from writing poetry, who are we
cannot be defined, for we wear many hats.
Looking back at life thus far, we clearly see,
that though destiny bowls and consciousness bats,
for the most part we’ve been tied to our mind tree,
our deluded ego seeking praise and pats.
At this juncture in life, we’re a neophyte,
who seeks the truth absolute, in black and white.
So as to complete, what has been left unsaid,
we each have but two ways, to explore our soul;
either follow scriptures, by blind belief led
or dwell in staid silence, path sages extol,
so since pastors sermons leave us feeling dead,
we rely on stillness to fulfil our goal.
The poems we pen, seeks souls who care to pair,
who discarding belief, wish to be aware.
Ditch Mitch McConnell, I say,
Make room for new blood today!
He promotes a party schism,
Also, plain obstructionism.
A major fault, I can see,
Not a hoot for Kentucky.
We rank very low in stats,
Mitch tries to wear many hats.
What’s good for U.S. of A.,
Mitch quickly stands in the way.
written January 25, 2022
[Englyn poetry, a Welsh rhyming form, that
praises or criticizes sitting public officials.
Each line may consist of only seven syllables.]
Life not quite simply black and white, my friend.
We wear many hats, chosen at random,
sometimes a saint, at other times a fiend,
as sways fickle attention pendulum,
with unconditional love shown seldom.
Plodding through life, like a dead man walking,
seeing not ego, silently stalking,
we suffer because we choose to suffer,
blocking divine light, within heart glowing,
gift of life ruined in frivolous caper.
03-April-2021
More than wife, sister, daughter, grandma – I wear many hats!
Close friends have I; on the phone or online we have chats..
Not wealthy, but rich in love and joy am I, and that’s
how I feel today!
I remember in my youth, life was a juicy plum
ready for the taking! I dreamed for my prince to come.
Breathless, I found him. Forsaken, I moved on; life was different from
how I feel today!
Heavier emotions in my later life began.
Not easy– testing positive on a cancer scan.
However, I now can say, I’ve felt so much worse than
how I feel today!
My childhood was lovely though I’ve bid my youth adieu.
What destiny will bring me, I’ll have to see it through,
for I realize all the good and bad has led me to
how I feel today!
May 13, 2018 for the "Rhyme And Refrain" Poetry Contest of Broken Wings
Life can be strange indeed. I, for instance wear many hats. I am a husband, a father, a grandfather, a Christian, not a Christian, a musician, a poet, an Intra faith proponent, an artist, a worship leader, a sinner, a naturalist, an evolutionist, a skeptic, a scientist, a creationist.......... etc....... .Generally, I question everything, and I happen to think that that is healthy. So, for instance, to make my point here, when I am a poet and I wish to express a concept or a string of thoughts, I can at times feel restricted by say, the Christian hat, or the scientist hat. It should, however not be that way. I should be free to express myself without constraint, should feel free, because we have freedom of speech, or do we? Do you get what I am getting at here? Any comments would be appreciated.
To add something else here, some time ago now, I was reading about Zen Buddhism, and I liked what I was reading and could identify with it. However, because in my circle of friends and acquaintances I am generally known as a Christian, I was restricted in expressing my joy and excitement about what I was reading about.
They took no hostages, and told no lies
Politics and power like attitudes
Gets sour by the hour.
The Sadist will wear many hats
Briber of those who cower
Who bows to pseudo facts?
It takes clear minds to fend off evil
Some folks seem astute
Yet they're far from civil
Collective power...
That reigns supreme
Resurface fresh and clean, for
The forgotten District of Dangriga
That never faints nor sleep
It's mighty spirit sweeps
Across seas, and surfaces in voices
Steep as pure diamond
Voices free of fraudulent colors.
*
Horses are stars--they certainly are-
They run in the pasture, not going far-
They snort and they rear with full tails flying-
Loyal and loving, they never tire of trying.
Horses are stars, as their humans all know-
So awkward at birth, but soon ready to show-
Blacks, whites, paints, and reds- beauty with speed,
A rider who knows them is all that they need.
Yes, horses are stars, but they gladly share their spaces
With human friends and loved ones as they go through their paces-
Horses ARE stars who deserve fame and glory-
But believe me, dear reader, that's not all of the story.
Horses are STARS-there's no doubt about that-
In wars, in movies, in life--they wear many hats-
But always their hearts, to their humans are true-
Horses are the stars--may their lives always be cool.
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