Tag: poem

The Sight to See in a Morning’s Beam of Light

We should all take the time to watch the grains
Of dust as it swirls in the morning light.
The weight of responsibility’s pains
Are the ones that we must battle and fight,
But they don’t mean a thing against the beam
Throwing a spotlight on the dancing specs,
Losing its inhibitions to the dream,
Living a schedule that has such flex.
They wait about for the closing of night
Before they jump up to perform their show.
You have to look closely to see the sight
Of their gently played ballet done in slow.
It is a choice they are willing to make,
So we may learn that ours is a mistake.

Life of a Bedouin

It’s a long day’s journey through rock and sand
Before I can reach my intended goal.
Though the trials I face never go as planned,
A miracle’s in each moment I stole.
I will teach my children to hide behind
A boulder, so a weary traveler
Will find our game of Boo! the merry kind
That makes any hard hike less of a chore.
I will find my friend with a hot kettle,
Making a sweet tea with the herbs he has found.
In the west, when the sun starts to settle,
I will watch it on a soft patch of ground.
Everyday is a day that I win
When I live the life of a Bedouin.

Insurrection

Are you ready for our revolution?
‘Cuz we are comin’ with our wife-beaters,
And flags bearing forgotten solutions.
Look at our ideology’s features,
And accept them as what should be believed.
We’ll open your eyes to hypocrisy,
And in the end, you all will be relieved
That we have shown you what you could not see.
Do not talk to me about what is true
Because all those facts cover up the lies.
It is more about what you wish you knew
As you sit back and watch how the truth dies.
Peace is over. It is time for combat,
So I will yell, “Where are my soldiers at?”

Puppy Love

We found you among the garbage and trash,
But your big eyes instantly stole our heart.
We will never think our decision rash.
To find within our busy lives, a part
Where you could stumble and pounce and grow up.
We would play with your younger energy,
Cuddle when you tired of being a pup,
And create a life that was struggle free.
Into our home, you brought your innocence,
And left us with joy swelling in our chest,
While lingering was a distemperence
That we could not save, though we try our best.
While you look down on us from up above,
Please understand, we did it out of love.

Salt

If I were living in the Dark Ages,
Where my feet tread would be worth a fortune.
The spice that’s collected here in stages
Would have been mined from the base of this dune.
What could be carried away in a sack
Would be stored away in someone’s attic,
And when a little flavor they did lack,
A tiny pinch from their stash, they would pick.
But it did not work well for currency
Because it would diminish when they ate,
Then they would have to go back to the sea,
So they could buy more morsels for their plate.
You cannot give them grief for this small fault,
For life is better with a little salt.

The River

Freedom can be found along the river.
I just need to follow the water north.
Across a certain line, they deliver
All who may be seeking who have come forth.
I know that my man will search for me there,
But it is my only form of guidance,
And it is within its rushing flow where
I can find a road map that gives a chance
To a diff’rent life than the one I live.
It is a life where I can have a voice,
And where all of the options that they give,
Allows me the right to make my own choice.
It is a journey that may take me years,
But it is worth facing all of those fears.

State of the Union

We stand at the edge of our precipice,
Shouting our concerns over the canyon.
We sit and wait for our message to kiss
Ears of those who stand on the other one,
But I do not think they are listening
Because they are over there making noise
About what they believe they are missing,
Claiming our ideology destroys.
If I could only get my voice louder
Maybe they would listen to sound reason,
But it looks to make their discourse prouder,
Speaking of what can only be treason.
I wish they would quit with all their yelling,
So they could hear what it is I’m telling.

The Work Pile

These are the things I cannot ignore,
And even though it is not every day,
There comes a time I have to close the door,
And battle against the on-coming fray.
It will allow me to, one day, emerge,
And give you all me remaining time.
It is not you I am trying to purge,
But rather this piling mountain I climb.
Some day, it will also happen to you,
And I will try not to create a fuss.
It is just something we all have to do.
Even though, we hope it may escape us.
Welcome to this modern society
Where valuable time is what we pay.

A Sheeple’s Rebuttal

Who is telling you that I am a sheep?
Do you listen to what he has to say?
Does his ideology start to seep
Into your “original” thought ev’ryday?
Can you tell me that your thoughts are your own
When you pick them up from memes on Facebook?
Or is your anger just an overblown
Reaction to catchy sounding hook?
Is it me or his short leash that you fear?
How often are the words of your master
The repeated ones I actually hear,
Claiming I’m the one that is the bastard?
You are far from the enlightened people,
Just because you repeat the word, sheeple.

Truth

How can you look at what is happening,
And then run to your alternative facts?
You need to wake up from your fake napping,
And look at the ways your argument cracks.
The heat is not going to disappear
Based on what you perceive, wish and hope.
There is a right group of people to hear,
You left behind to listen to a dope.
You may want to crawl out of that pocket,
And grow up to be the size of a man;
You will see the future and protect it;
Instead of grabbing what money you can.
Will you continue to live with your greed
While watching the land of the nation bleed?