Limiting choice
Does not protect freedom
Silencing voice
Will not amplify yours
Banning books
Cannot shelter curious minds
Mocking alien looks
Is not dignified
Punishing rivals
Will not secure harmony
Sowing discord
Must not become commonplace
Limiting choice
Does not protect freedom
Silencing voice
Will not amplify yours
Banning books
Cannot shelter curious minds
Mocking alien looks
Is not dignified
Punishing rivals
Will not secure harmony
Sowing discord
Must not become commonplace
Pennies for my thoughts? If only my words were worth the cost and overtime hours I dedicate: writing, tapping, scrapping, trashing, rearranging, replacing, hoping they grab your hearts the way they grab mine. Poetry may feed the soul, but it does not do much for the grocery bill. If you enjoy the poems here, consider…
Beneath barely bright bulbs, a ballet of shadows begins,Tragic comedy of chores, quietly questioning my care.Plants, parched and pleading, paint pictures of neglect,Demanding delicate drops of dedication from my distracted days. Clutter, cunningly creeping into corners and crevices,Tells tales of time’s tight grip and tasks untamed.The shower, stained with splatters and spots, silently screamsFor the…
Search engines are actively disliking orphaned content. Readers are rarely stumbling across it. After spending hours writing a poem, I am definitely preferring it receive an occasional visitor instead of spending eternity alone in a dusty corner of the internet.
Empty bowlgrumbling hunger–why is there no food? Scorched seedsdrifting directionless–hoping for life in barren soil. Cracked well,leaking water–mocking parched souls their unquenchable thirst. Lonely footprintsshifting in sand–lost without a willing guide. Threadbare cloak,dangling forlorn on a rusted hook–barely sheltering those left in the cold. Withering vines,trembling leaves–yearning for a smog-cloaked sun. Rusted gateguarding mocked cries–echoing…
A good man with a gun will some day save us, they say, but he’s seldom present, prepared or prone to act in that urgent hour.
There she goes
floating fancy fables
borne of surrogate swill
shielding her captain.