Category: Poetry

The Privileged Few

Wealth doesn’t seem to rub off

Or trickle down, or whatever.

Instead it relies on stealth and lies

To sucker in lots of help,

Unbeknownst to the miserable many,

Who work long hours, dreaming

Of plenty but seeing none

Of the fruits of their labor

Cross over the fence

To their bank account.

No, it stays at the top

With the privileged few,

Who rally the troops

When the going gets rough,

But leave them to starve

After the work is done.

So, don’t put all your

Proverbial eggs in one basket,

Or you’ll be broke long before

They pick out your casket.

A Walk in the Woods

Happy thoughts drift through my head.

Thinking of you instead

Of all the stuff that gets me down.

I want to smile, not to frown.

So what would you say

To a walk with me today,

Holding hands, we navigate

The rough path in the woods.

It’s not too late

To get out your jacket and hood,

And gloves to stay warm.

The storm is past

Just us at last,

Going for a stroll.

Along the Dock

Prancing along a seaside dock,

I start to spin like the hands

Of a clock, telling time

As fast as it can, never wavering,

Out of rhythm, never skipping

A happy beat.

I stop a moment to collect myself,

As my silly brain keeps on spinning,

And I almost lose my balance.

But I don’t topple, thank goodness.

It’s all a part of a simple day

Among the boats and fishermen.

Measure and scrub, tie and lift.

Simple and sure, tried and true.

Waiting

Waiting down here for someone

To point to something

Something true and lasting

Something good and pleasing

Someone who loves eternally

Has there been such a one

Who has walked this earth?

Does he still exist in another

Dimension of my existence?

Can I hear his whisper

In my dreams, my prayers,

My longings and despair?

There must be an answer

To the impossible questions of life.

There must be help

Coming from above.

Someday, somehow,

There’s got to be a way.

A Dangerous Face

Sinking down beneath a frown

I meditate on all the hate

Being passed around without any grounds

It boggles my mind to think I’ll find

Something of value among their spew

It’s so chaotic and dangerous

To hear them fuss and always cuss

It’s such a waste of a face

To frown and growl at everyone

I’m so done with all the trash

I only hope that it won’t last.

A Meaningful Man

Looking deep down into the ground,
I see my reflection without a sound.
I am not swinging from tree to tree.
I am not raising a family.
…
Suddenly, a piercing cry
Makes my heart jump, as if to die.
I can't comprehend the meaning of
The darkness that is rising up.
…
In a still moment I ponder whether
My life is more than a gliding feather.
I want to know I have a plan.
I'm sure I'll prove a meaningful man.

Never Break or Bend

You might think I've lost my mind,
But all I've lost is you.
You might say I can't get by,
Well that might be half true.
…
Do you see the sun is rising
Behind the mountain top?
I can feel the light
Bathing me not sought.
…
I like talking to my good old friends
I like singing, but won't the stage be sent.
Let's go forward to the very end.
We'll come back, never break or bend.