At first, you thought if you just closed your eyes
That facts would change to your reality,
But action requires what you care for dies;
People are less than the economy.
Competent leaders do not shift the blame,
But take on the responsibility.
Quit making it a political game,
And look beyond your constituency.
Big numbers is where you always found pride.
Well, you are getting your biggest right now,
Yet the truth you are still trying to hide
While performing a narcissistic bow.
Your ineptitude brought more pain on us;
That is why I now call it the Trump Virus.
Who could say that all this monotony
Would end up being what life is about?
Who thought we would be excited to see
What it is like when we are going out?
But here we are stuck at our front windows,
Listening to the ticking of the clock,
Waiting to see which way the morning goes,
Wondering if they will unchain the lock.
I connect through my social media
To my family and friends I once knew.
As I try to avoid acedia,
I am aware that it already grew.
The only thing that bolsters up my dreams
Is the new batch of Covid-19 memes.
Remember the days when they were around,
Clogging up our paths with their noisy cars.
No matter where, they could always be found,
Way more numerous than the nighttime stars.
The dog have now gained control of the soi
And we may roam wherever we may please.
There’s no reason for us to remain coy
As we strut down the streets with perfect ease.
No more being chased away by a broom,
Or to growl and bark at the passersby.
The weak among us claim that it is our doom
That without the humans we may all die.
But I tell those dogs that they had their chance,
And it is our turn to take on the dance.
The rush allowed me to build this tower,
And buy this throne upon which I now sit.
The money made me crazy with power,
I was the man who cleaned up people’s shit.
I increased production on brand new rolls,
And made sure to stock full ev’ry market,
For the masses wished to fill all their holes
By hoarding the tp stash they could get.
I made the mistake thinking that the boom
Would last forever, and would never end,
But no expiration date was my doom,
While with all of my money, I did spend.
Now this tissue is what no one does buy
‘Cause they overextended their supply.
(Writer’s note: In this new age, the traveling I used to be able to do is no longer happening. I am going to have to put my plans on hold for awhile, but I felt I needed to put into context what I see on the news while I am sequestered in my home, and show the absurdity of our lives right now. It is just my take on things, and I hope you enjoy the following poems and as soon as life returns back to normal, I will return to the usual travel posts, and poems inspired by those travels. Thanks for tuning in.)
Why do we feel the need to get away?
Should we not see all in the moment?
After we have been a part of the play,
Do we realize how our time was spent?
For in the small time of experience,
When we believe that it does not matter,
It actually holds the most importance
Of what we’ll eventually remember.
The passing does not give explanation
Of why we should stop and pay attention.
It is nothing more than an extension
Of giving my life representation.
Should I worry about the moment spent,
Or never care about where it all went?
What’s life without a little bit of spice?
Shall we dread that explosion of flavor
For the way our stomach will pay the price
As pride brags of the pain we can endure?
But what do we get from a life that’s bland?
Can we experience the excitement
From a dinner that never takes a stand
To remind us of how the dining went?
How safe do I wish to make this moment?
Will I make it one of my favorite
While in the morning I have to repent?
Or will I make it or I will forget?
Who knew this much thought went into dinner,
But life depends on finding a winner.
The winter snow crunches under our feet,
Showing to all the path we have taken.
Over the hills, the morning sun does greet
The frosty breath that our mouth are makin’.
We made it to the muddy fields outside
The bird whose wings will fly us to our home.
Though the seeds on buds in the soil still hide,
In a short time, over the grass, they’ll roam.
We finally arrive in the sun’s land
And we shed the clothes we had worn this day.
The moon shines on the waves hitting the sand,
Licking the bare soles of our feet in play.
It just takes the rotation of the clock
To dismantle the winter’s icy stock.