And when did kings and despots
Earn their unearthly pow’rs?
How did they claim the priv’lege
To rule o’er others’ lives?
Untroubled
As I espy outside the falling snow
A fire within me wakes to go and play
To lay upon the drift by my window
To be untroubled on a troubled day
The good times
Fire crackling
Pages turning
Cocoa steaming
Babies sleeping
These are the good times
Gobbledygook
I opened the page
And read of a mage
Whose powers were endlessly strong
He killed many beasts
Went to royal feasts
And s’pposedly knew right from wrong
But oft was I struck
By how his good luck
E’er boded ill for all but he
He’d “rescue” a town
Yet hundreds would drown
The carnage there for all to see
“A hero he was!
“Our hero because
“The man killed the treacherous king!”
So many would cry.
(Before they did die)
I know not why for him they’d sing
Yet still he’s cheered on
This storiéd con
I read about once in a book
Some say it’s all fun
To read what he’s done
But I say it’s gobbledygook.
Lost
I sometimes think that I am lost
In folds of time and space
And wond’ring whether I have crossed
Again some friendly face
I find myself gazing toward
The spaces I’ve forgot
The places where my soul has soared
Before this time, this lot
If I remembered them I could
Learn all their lessons wise
Those mem’ries floating like driftwood
Beneath uncharted skies
12 January 2021
It has been 953 days since my last poem posted here.
Alas! Life has flown by in the meantime. I post here only as public affirmation that I am going to make a concerted effort to actually publish a poem daily.
No promises.
Thank you very much to all readers and commenters. If one of my poems has brought one person joy, then this is all worth it.
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Questions unending
Lost in frantic thoughts
Hoping for a breath
Of peace
531 – sunset
Warmest orange light
Touching flowers on the ground
Blessing them with life
A hoppin’ good night
On one hoppin’ good night
I sat out with my dear
We drank to sunset red
And kissed into the morn
Memorial
And when remembering heroes
Remember too their peace
Their carefully chosen words
With never brag nor boast
And hold them in your hearts
(That much remains the same)
Violence do not glorify
They never did.
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