POEMS & FLEETING THOUGHTS

OUR FATE

 

We are nothing but a life-form created to appreciate that life, appreciate all life.

We have failed.

Through ignorance and greed, we have chosen profit before compassion.

destroying our world without concern for the implications.

Better luck next time.

 

October 17, 2018 at 10:28 pm Leave a comment

and they said the circus was dead…

This poet has a clear view of the present.

Read Between the Minds

boastful rhetoric
as good as
pt barnum’s
spews forth
from
washington
carnival cadences
attracting
and
distracting
american schmucks
to and from
the
sideshow freaks
freaks
of
every sort
from
congressional leaders
to
supreme court judges
all the while
the ringmaster clown
with
orange hair
and
skin
provides ample
subterfuge
to relieve
the nation
of
its wallet
simple
duplicity
the flag
being waved
with one hand
while
the other
does the deed
necessary
for
personal
and
family gain
oh
inside the big top
there are three rings
of
non stop entertainment
encompassing
the whole
of
government
you’re
free to enter
all
with
the right pass
but
please note
that
some areas
of the circus complex
are
restricted
and
have been marked
with
red lights
to
denote
family
living quarters

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October 15, 2018 at 7:24 pm Leave a comment

The three elements of success — Cristian Mihai

There are three elements to becoming successful in any given area. Motivation: I also like to call it willpower. You simply want to get from point A to point B. You want it. You are driven. You are willing to go the distance.

via The three elements of success — Cristian Mihai

This huckster had been begging for money for years.

September 24, 2018 at 10:22 pm Leave a comment

POEMS & FLEETING THOUGHTS

VALUE

When you can buy
Anything you desire
Those possessions
No longer have
Value.

September 18, 2018 at 10:28 pm 1 comment

Life’s Cycle

When young
You reach
To the future,
In old age
The reach is done,
Now,
The waiting begins.

September 17, 2018 at 10:02 pm 1 comment

meditating on a closed homeless shelter…

A great poem catching too much reality.

Read Between the Minds

the brown bag prophet
said
i live
in
the empty spaces
life’s
denied
moments
where eyes
avert
and
prayers
fall on deaf ears
i’m
not alone
there are
children
and
their parents
in
these spaces
parents
of
all sorts
atheists
bible thumpers
and
those confused
by
god’s words
and
his deeds
as
well
as
certified heroes
and
criminals
those ungainfully employed
and
otherwise destitute
by
their attempt
at
existence
all
forming
society’s sediment
sediment
along
these streets
paved
with human gold
and
blood diamonds
diamonds
worn
no doubt
as
symbols
of
heaven’s stars
but
more likely
as
hell’s burning embers
but
who’s to say
not those
of us
living
in
the empty spaces

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September 5, 2018 at 9:53 pm Leave a comment

permanency…

This is a poet every day
who deserves more attention.
I know many writers whose work
people would enjoy, but they remain unknown.
Enjoy this poet, and if you want to see some of
the work of the unknown, I’ll see what I can doe.

Read Between the Minds

our naiveté
assures us we are unique
living forever
in one form or another
along with the tooth fairy

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August 13, 2018 at 10:15 pm Leave a comment

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