Out The Window
Looking out the window, seeing life passing by,
Recalling different moments, different times,
Trying to remember those not here anymore,
Pale phantoms quickly darting ‘cross my mind. [Read more…] about Poetry: Out The Window
Poetry: Tears In The Meadow
Tears In The Meadow
She ran across the meadow, tears welled-up in her eyes,
Her mind was all asunder from the omen in the skies.
Nature was befuddled at the loss of sense in man,
Acutely feeling the pain from the failure of her plan.
A plan of peace and beauty, of balance and harmony,
Man at one with his surroundings, being happy and being free.
She felt she was alone in the signs that she could read,
The vast electronic madness rapidly altering the human breed.
Where did they think they were going, from life were they trying to hide,
Becoming semi-robotic, sadly losing their natural side.
Poetry: Retrospect
Retrospect
Life is a poem that just doesn’t rhyme,
A fleeting moment, a fragment of time,
A vision, an action, a memory gone by,
A race through the days, a flash in the sky.
It’s really odd, you can’t go backwards,
Yet instant replay is right there in your mind,
So you live it again, review all the details,
But there is no way you can change what you find.
Poetry: Nirvana
Nirvana
I long to be free, in a world without boundaries,
And love what I see before I go down,
More trees and wildlife and clear waters to surround me,
A world all in balance, where peace and logic abound. [Read more…] about Poetry: Nirvana
Poetry: Transition
Transition
The sand is sifting, time’s moving on,
A tear drops from the Dolphin’s eye,
A flower wilts, a tall tree tumbles,
The weakened Eagle can no longer fly.
Forlorn Elk keep sniffing the earth,
But no green pasture are they able to find,
A flock of Turkeys wander the fields,
But foul fumes and pollutants make them dizzy and blind.
Man pushes buttons to know what to do,
Instructions come forth in their mechanical way,
The voice speaks up clearly and he follows suit,
A cog in the wheel, controlled day after day.
But is this the way it was meant to be,
Sacrificing our souls due to weakness and greed,
Losing our essence, giving up on ourselves,
Become a new form of man, spawned by electronic seed.
Poetry: Mirror Mirror
Mirror Mirror
Looking in the mirror, the mirror in your mind,
Wanting to see a reflection, yet afraid of what you might find,
Looking backwards doesn’t help, look forward but you can’t tell,
Perhaps a glimpse of Heaven or the burning fires of Hell.
Life is like a journey, a trek on down the road,
The pleasure and the pain vary, depending upon the load,
You wonder whether you cause it, or if it just happens that way,
Whether it really makes a difference, if you do or do not pray.
It would be nice to take a corner in the back part of your mind,
Build a room without any lights, for those things you don’t want to find,
The bad stuff in your life that you never wanted to be,
So there’ll be no more remorse, or sorrow, again, to see.
Poetry: Wrath
Wrath
She’s contained her anger for eons now,
Stored it up and waited to see,
If man would grow wise, improve his ways,
And live together in harmony.
Opportunity was there, since time became time,
But still not the proper response,
So now her vengeance begins to come forth,
First a breeze, then a drop, then the storms.
The earth begins shaking, man cries out,
Fear foremost in his mind,
Tall buildings crumble, homes slip away,
Whole villages, up the middle, divide.
The winds, fiercely howling, push up the seas,
Their walls climbing fifty feet high,
In the heart of the land the ground is all cracked,
With riverbeds powdered and dried.
The sun’s numbers climb into the three figure range,
Thousands of acres on fire,
Northern lands all ice and snow,
Freezing man’s will and desires.
People in panic, hysterically crying,
Will do anything to come through alive,
Now becoming acutely aware,
Of the need for their partner to survive.
Poetry: A Chance
A Chance
The world today is overwhelming,
Was it this way back in the past?
Things keep changing every second,
Is it too much to want them to last?
The very essence of man is being lost,
Do we want to be electronically controlled?
With our numbers increasing like colonies of ants,
Will individuality become stories untold?
The earth was so rich, magnificence was there,
Is it possible we just couldn’t see?
It seems there’s still a chance to turn things around,
But, sadly, doesn’t seem likely to be.
Poetry: Andaman
Andaman
Islands rising from the sea, misty images in the night,
Palm leaves rustle in the breeze,
A sliver of moonlight tints the sky.
Grains of sand are sailing high, carried on the wind,
Time, as always, passes by,
With no recollection of where it’s been.
Ocean’s waters rise and fall,
Powdered clouds drift by above,
Mountain streams come trickling down,
Playing melancholy tunes on vibes of stone.
Sun shines down on fields of green,
Sweet scents permeate the humid air,
Wheat fields swaying, keeping time
To an ancient rhythm, Nature’s beat,
No words are needed……. this part’s divine.
Poetry: Lunacy
Lunacy
Inflation is the whip, greed is its master,
Scheming megalomaniacs creating mass disaster,
For all of those people, psychological slaves,
Caught up in the whirlwind, a shuttle to their graves.
Life too complicated for mankind to enjoy,
Overpopulated, the Land being destroyed,
Hard to find a place alone, with room to wander free,
Now plugged in from dawn to dusk, electronic lunacy.
Wires dangling from the ears, fingers pushing keys,
Prisoners in concrete towers, away from Nature’s breeze,
Glued to screens for endless hours, not outside in the sun,
Better re-evaluate, for time is on the run.