Poetry, including verse and song lyrics.
When kingdoms fall, what is left
besides the dead and bereft?
War leaves all wounded and poor –
most more wretched than before.
Who cares how right the victors,
their flags, displayed in pictures,
atop the now rotting crop
of those stopped. In the bookshops,
pundits from the winning side
boost sales, playing on our pride:
we’ve won and evil is done!
The score: none for everyone.
13 MAY 2025
Leave a CommentThe way is not so wild and free
that you walk independently
or win victory alone.
You may travel without a clue
of who or what walks next to you,
there through all that you have known.
You cannot split yourself away –
when other leaves, you cannot stay.
Life plays and grows between you.
Each breath keeps both of you alive
from birth to death. The whole survives;
it thrives, if you mean it to.
12 MAY 2025
Leave a CommentListen to the birds; they sing
each morning at dawn’s lifting,
before the dew dries away
as the now becomes today.
Who knows why they keep at it?
Most see no real benefit
in trilling out little tunes;
there’s much work to do by noon.
We sing so little these days,
getting ourselves bent sideways
with the world, so full of fear,
letting beauty disappear
when we could celebrate it.
Each evening is still moonlit,
and darkness is so quiet.
We need a song. Just try it.
12 MAY 2025
Why is your verse
so depressing?
It makes it worse,
all this stressing;
no matter how
you use your words
to focus now
on the absurd
thing in the room,
the evil beast,
who needs more gloom?
Cheer up! At least
pretend to see
flowers and sky,
or just maybe
something on high
to give us hope.
Stop with the mirk!
We’ve enough rope;
more knots won’t work.
Besides, your life
is not that bad;
you love your wife,
and what you have
is good enough
to keep you sane.
So lighten up!
Don’t just complain.
09 MAY 2025
Let me get this story straight:
do not act now, sit and wait
for the right hour, while the hate
in shadows there at the gate
shows no signs it will abate?
Why let darkness be our fate,
when we could stand up and fight
using light to save the state?
Tell me one more time, just why
it makes sense to bide our time,
not raising a hue and cry
while our big dreams start to die
engulfed by a horrid lie
that hope is dead? We can try,
or deserve some of the blame,
the shame, if we just comply.
09 MAY 2025
I woke from what the world is wanting:
a dream in which illusion, haunting,
makes promises it is not keeping
and hides its face when I am weeping.
With my eyes closed, my thinking slower,
I’m not immune to that great power
that would enslave me to its choices –
a sleeping puppet, meek and voiceless.
We must arise from that dreaming state;
Wake up now! The hour is growing late!
Before the twilight’s shadows creep in
to keep us docile, weak, and sleeping.
I wake and see the world is dying,
so I must act through living, trying
to change the small things I can, and must,
before this time is gone, and I am dust.
08 MAY 2025
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