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Gerald May Poem
Peace
by Jerry Thomas May
When I gaze out my window to beauty as far as my eyes allow me to see,
In the glass I also see a reflection of me...looking at curious me.
Distracted from below by the scurrying pedestrians mindlessly driving their cars,
I wonder if they would care that I cared from afar.
I remembered this planet was born of water, warmth and...evolutionary fates,
Which evolved a curious species into a complicated aberration love and hate.
All stuck on a planet tempered and manipulated by diseases, wars and change...human nature resists.
All straining for survival and personal relevance with some new twist.
Alas, if the truth be told to those willing to bend an ear,
We are all here but a very short time and truly every single life is dear.
Not...the end.
Copyright © Gerald May | Year Posted 2021
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Gerald May Poem
The Color of Cultures
A poem
By Jerry May
Above and below the skins surface no one is the same....exactly,
But appearance divides us just the same...matter of factly.
A sudden blindness wouldn't cure racial competition and divide,
Because each race inherited cultural differences by which we are defined.
However, by accepting every person's right to uniquely exist,
We are really plotting the course of our own peace and happiness.
Copyright © Gerald May | Year Posted 2021
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Gerald May Poem
THE JUNK PILE
By Jerry May
Orange with rust and gray with weathered
worn decay,
the heap behind the shed has seen it’s useful better days.
Every discarded piece of junk layered in the miscellaneous maze,
once was brand new and factory fresh before it was forgotten and left to lay.
The underpinning of the pile an umbrella used only once and left deployed,
Borrowed from grandpa's car and carefreely turned into a toy.
The spines skewered the spokes of a girl's birthday wish now destroyed,
consequently peddled to pieces to see a cute neighbor boy.
On the rotted pink bike an essential portal of almost every day,
when growing town was more than walking distance away.
An old hand painted mailbox now uprooted and discarded into the maze,
now a comfortable home for spiders and mice to play and live during the day.
There a mix of assorted wire, wood and metal violated with corroded nails and screws,
in a snarl of waiting tetanus all serving a purpose or two.
The most recent additions on the heap and a sign of modern times,
an outdated computer and a microwave that the garbage man denied.
Copyright © Gerald May | Year Posted 2020
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Gerald May Poem
RIGHTS
A poem by
Jerry May
We all like what we like, but that's no reason to hate,
But our idiosyncratic prejudices can't decide others fate.
Regardless of anyone's beliefs, preference or likes,
Everyone needs without exception to have every human and civil right.
Copyright © Gerald May | Year Posted 2021
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Gerald May Poem
EVOLUTION
Where there's lack of kindness -
Selfishness will persist.
Where there's selfishness -
There's fertile ground for hate to exist.
Where there's abundant hate -
Madness will poison lips.
Where there is madness -
Tears will keep hell lit.
But love conquers all.
Copyright © Gerald May | Year Posted 2021
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