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Category: Lines

Poetry, including verse and song lyrics.

Idle Chat(ter)

There is too much of nothing here
for me to speak at length.
To break it down to mere ideas
would take all our strength.

Instead, pretend it’s something grand, more worthy of our time.
That may convince the rest of us
to stand up, down the line.

Besides, we’ve talked and talked to death
our, grief, and shame.
We’ll never be real heroes
while we seek someone to blame.

And further, while we spend our time
conversing this and that,
the foxes in the chicken coop
will dine until they’re fat.

This idle conversation makes us
tired and prone to sleep
while what we think the world should be
grows ponderous and deep.

Instead, let us waste no more words
debating right and wrong.
What chance we have to change our course
will fade before too long.

There’s always talk of nothing much,
of what we plan to do.
A dream is made of simple stuff
’til action makes it true.

So let us talk of something else,
of things that make some sense.
For talk alone won’t change the world –
of that there’s evidence.

05 Aug 2025


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Too Much is Still Unsaid

Too much is still unsaid that lies beneath
the words we loosely share in public space,
and in that gap between the truth and lies
we share what guilt there is to spare.

Our conversations tend to short and sweet,
like advert jingles meant to sell the steal
from our too willing hands caught in the till.
We keep our missives to the point and brief.

The dialogue may seem a bit one-sided,
since by and large we mostly talk alone.
There is no use in trading misperceptions,
nor wasting time in chasing some strange dreams.

Too much is still unsaid that must be heard:
the words we use all seem to miss the point,
and in the gap between the real and fake
we learn the lessons keeping us alive.

04 Aug 2025

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Here and There

You there
with the blank stare
pretending not to care
acting like you’re not even there
seeming so unaware
nothing to share
nowhere

You there
in your armchair
smug it’s not your affair
offering up your thoughts and prayer
with a sense of laissez-faire
while sirens blare
somewhere

You there
on the top stair
it is not my fault, you swear
they found their way into my lair
and with no time to spare
I did not dare
to care

You there
your cupboards bare
crying out it’s not fair
how could I have been more aware
avoided this hurtful snare
stayed on the square
out there

You there
with the blank stare
are you even really there
when the whole social fabric tears
will you begin to care
about this shared
nightmare?

04 Aug 2025

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I Love Our Little Talks

Don’t tell me who you stand against
or what you would cut down.
Instead, describe the work you do
and how your world has grown.

Don’t tell me what I should resist
or who we both should hate.
Instead, tell me about your life
and why it is so great.

Don’t tell me how you feel about it
without saying why.
Instead, share things that make you smile
and what things make you try.

Don’t tell me when I should stand up
and walk the path with you.
Instead, convince me with your actions
and what you can do.

Don’t tell me where you draw the line
between what’s right and wrong.
Instead, show me the world you’d make
where everyone belongs.

29 JUL 2025

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On Sharing the Wealth

If you do not add something of yourself
to everything you choose to pass along,
what kind of an inheritance is that?
Why should your downstream children give a damn?

What good is simply sharing more bad news?
How does that help us to improve our lot?
There is no solidarity in that,
just mindless repetition, nothing more.

If all you do is blithely sing along,
what matter if your protest is heartfelt?
If you would fight the mindless, faceless crowd,
it must be with your own identity.

So share a little something of yourself
when you repeat some bit of what you’ve seen,
or else what difference that it comes from you?
You have a song to sing like no one else.

Why did you share that last report or meme?
Do you have nothing of your own to add?
It must mean something to you, after all,
or else why waste your time and energy?

27 JUL 2025

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Something Else

If I am not selling you something,
I am selling you something.
If I am not telling you something,
I am telling you something.
If I am not giving you something,
I am giving you something.
If I am not showing you something,
I am showing you something.
If I am not teaching you something,
I am teaching you something.
If I am not feeding you something,
I am feeding you something.
If I am not promising you something,
I am promising you something.

28 JUL 2025

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Anti-Social Media: free verse

They tell you to engage your audience,
to offer readers ways to interact
that draw them in. And offer helpful bits,
like simple rules or things to take and do.

But honestly, who needs one more “how to”,
another great life hack, or useful trick,
especially condensed down to a quick
and easily digested amuse-bouche?

Don’t get too deep, they warn you, or you’ll lose
the interest of the left-swiping crowd.
Be sure to keep it light, above the fold,
or you’ll have no bestseller on your hands.

But honestly, who needs such vapid fans,
so easily discouraged by a thought
that they flee in mortal fear from what you say,
like roaches when you flip the switch at night?

They say to keep it light. Don’t make demands,
if you would keep a growing, loyal base.
It’s all about the numbers, anyway.
No one expects an influencer to care.

But honestly, why bother in that case,
if what you want is followers and “friends”?
If all of this is pointless talk and show,
shut up and try to change the world instead.

25 JUL 2025

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