Posts filed under ‘POEMS AND FLEETING THOUGHTS’
POEMS & FLEETING THOUGHTS: MAINTAINING LIFE’S WORTH
CREATIVE IMMORTALITY
Those who create,
Who pour their souls
Into life
Should not age,
But continue
To create
As their strength
Provides power.
POEMS & FLEETING THOUGHTS: TIME
The Value of Time
If time is meant
To be merely filled,
Why possess
Time?
POEMS & FLEETING THOUGHTS: THE MIND AND HAPPINESS
The world may
Deny happiness
If you are able
To think.
POEMS & FLEETING THOUGHTS: A WRITER’S PLIGHT
A WRITER’S PLIGHT
You sweat,
You agonize
To provide words,
At some point after submitting
Time past with no response
You ask yourself,
‘Is anyone fucking listening?’
A writer’s life
Is a lonely one,
You may have friends
Others involved
With the same mission,
But when it comes
To work
You are alone,
POEMS & AND FLEETING THOUGHTS: MUSINGS OF THE ‘1%’.
These are random thoughts, judge them for what they are. I will never reach the lofty level of the ‘1%’, but I feel they make great fodder for stories, how they got there and who was destroyed along the way?
Here are my questions.
What do the ‘1%’ do with their time? Do they send it appreciating their wealth, or crave and work for more? Or do they relax, appreciating the world they created and the world around them? Do they still have the drive to go on? Finally, is their wealth a curse, denying them of the ambition they once had.
Now retired, I struggle to maintain a position in the middle class. But I am naïve, thinking that accomplishments mean more than wealth.
I pray that my kind is not dying.
POEMS & FLEETING THOUGHTS: SPLITTING WOOD
SPLITTING WOOD
On a crisp
October day
I once split wood
The entire afternoon,
Never tiring,
Never straying
From the mission
To keep winter warm,
Now,
Many years later
Walking is sometimes
A chore,
But I remember
Those October days.
POEMS & FLEETING THOUGHTS: FORGETTING OUR FELLOW MAN
In this land,
Why is it
That when we gain wealth
The poor of the land
Are forgotten?
POEMS & FLEETING THOUGHTS: NIGHT
Night shuts down
The day’s life.
As mine
Comes alive
With memories
And monsters
Too real.
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