Perception shifts—the world tilts
What once was fixed now softly wilts
Each moment holds a different hue
And in the change, I find what's true
To hope, I hold with open hands
Like seeds I scatter in dry lands
Small acts of care—repair begun
A thread of light, a rising sun
I mourn the lost, but still believe
There’s more to hold than just to grieve
Beyond the noise, I sense a thread
Of voices rising, not yet dead
I've learned that truth is often slow
And healing grows from what we show
Patterns form beneath the pain
A wider light, a deeper name
© daniel miltz
Never dared to say,
" I love you, sweety. "
Why did I keep all words to myself,
staring at your picture on the shelf?
No night is really warm, I tremble under the sheets,
I long to be close and share those amazing feelings:
thoughts are wider than an ocean bluer than any sky,
being on this side is harder than anything worth a try,
even this darkness of winter is colder than snow,
break this silence deeper than fear and shadow!
Thoughts are wider than an ocean,
they're much quicker than a speeding arrow;
they're able to pierce a lost emotion
to stir awareness in someone not mellow!
Never dared to say,
" I'm all yours, honey. "
It makes you wonder how untrue I'd be...
not holding you, not sparking any glee!
Only desire can increase devotion,
it's simply the illusion that we're near;
if thoughts are wider than an ocean,
can our distant hands touch each other?
Night after night war darkens our screens
Women and children’s cries and screams
Truth enters our living rooms, or so it seems
~ History projects a wider beam
Night after night, images flicker on the tube
Horrific images of ‘the enemy’ dying
Dying ‘Agent-Orange’ deaths
~ Seems America can do no right…
Night after night, images darken the screen
Palestinian women and children
Starving, dying in droves obscene
~ Seems Israel can do no right…
Night after night, viewing the horror of war
Provide no context for what came before
No videos of Communist Vietnam’s brutality
No memory of Israelis burned and butchered, October 7 fatalities…
Watching a steady stream of ‘enemy’ deaths
Viewers become exhausted, out of breath
Gradually they identify with the foe
Cheering on Ho, (Ho, Ho Chi Minh)
Jeering at Bibi and (Genocide) Joe
‘Truth’ is only on the screen, or so it seems
~ History projects a wider beam
I washed my hands with sanitizer
Before I opened up my mind.
Wider! My muse screamed.
WIDER! WIDER! WIDER!
Everyone was staring at me.
Is this wide enough? I asked her.
I was feeling self-conscious now.
Having never been in this restaurant before.
And now knowing I will never be back.
Night roads widen,
dream paths spread their branches.
The Sandman is hobbled
and can only watch.
A tethered mind has spread
fledgling wings.
What appears to happen
behind sleepwalking eyes
is viewed from a fish-eyed drone -
a stretched panoramic overview.
Am I travelling or unrolling
a future map?
Major arteries become sea-lanes
a melting landscape
for the soul of the soul of the soul.
In a distant radio speaker
a voice recites the Koran
in perfect Yiddish.
I may have to awaken
as a more concrete curbside
if these night journeys
keep mushrooming,
enlarging these itinerate routes of reality.
Fire and smoke billows
in dreams through pillows.
Such’s our reaction,
when fear gains traction.
Demons of our mind
grip us in their bind,
unless we release
fear and be at ease.
Game’s not black and white
or terror of night
but in unity;
world’s one entity.
Beyond line of sight,
we feel life’s alright.
Our hypnotic spell
bodes all is not well.
Selective goodness,
not one with oneness,
is but delusion;
dead mind’s confusion.
To usher order,
erase each border.
When love’s our flagship,
each breath’s God worship.
07-April-2022
In the pools, reflections , colours, gleam
Like watercolour paintings in a stream
Another world, a mirror to our lives
A way to extricate us from the cave
People have distinctive motions,shapes
When vision’s poor the curve, the back, display
I recognise you not by face alone
But by the pictures you make in the rain
Wandering down the avenues and lanes
The eyes are open wider, vision’s gain
The little muscles slacken round our eyes
We see the broader images come by
Wandering with no haste we see far more
Our inner eyes have opened like a door
Trump's Mouth Grows Wider and Wider
What I recently have heard from an insider,
Trump's mouth is growing wider and wider;
Totally out of hand;
Hard to understand;
We are always greater when God is guider.
Jim Horn
Both Wider and Big
For writing poems have been having big thirst
Always enjoy typing up most recent one first
While it always will remain fresh in my mind
Am so sorry had to leave the others behind.
As soon as this very one up I finally type
You no longer will have to go ahead and gripe
My two cats are now rubbing against my leg
And it is only big dogs who learn how to beg.
Cats and small dogs are never that smart
Have never seem to have developed the art
Even I might even end up dropping dead
They like rubbing up against my leg instead.
What both of my Calico Cats love the most
Are cardboard boxes to use as a scratching post
This instant can hear clatter, pater and pitter
As they make their way to the kitty liter.
When I finally find cats to be fully grown
Each one will need neat container of their own
Now that they further down do have to dig
Boxes will have to become wider as well as big.
Another poem regarding incarcerated cats.
They could use their claws instead of power tools.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran and Poet
the width is wider than the span of life--
time to let go!
life is wider than our span on earth
the end arrives soon
one can not stay, time to let go!
Yet, we have drunk up so much life,
we hate to sober up.