There are problems and possibilities.
When I take a look at the world today,
I have to think about which one I see,
And how I wish to proceed on my way.
When I see a problem, it needs solving.
We must overcome this impediment
If we want to continue evolving,
But another will come when that one’s spent.
Possibilities can say the same thing,
But I should be eager to conquer these
Because each one is something worth gaining,
Making the next to be bested with ease.
It makes me wonder which one is present,
It’s just the perspective that’s different.
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Chasing the Sunset
Don’t worry, the sunset will come again.
We will just wait until the day grows dim,
Then turn our heads towards the horizon,
And watch the hanging clouds of the prism
That we have not witnesses the other nights.
There have been many storms we have weathered
That have hidden the evening sun’s lights,
And to our front porch we have been tethered,
Not allowing a chase after the view.
We can only take what has been given,
And those little enjoyments have been few.
In a time when the downpours are driven,
We will appreciate it even more
When all the sunsets come back like before.
Hindsight
It’s nice to know that we have reached the end,
Looking towards what the New Year will bring.
Though the tribulations forced us to bend,
We would never give into the breaking.
There are still other trials yet to come.
Because of what we’ve already been through,
We will face them with a certain aplomb,
And build upon the way that we all grew.
This year may be one we wish to forget
Because of the pain we had to endure.
We should thank it for being in its debt,
Allowing us to build a world more pure.
It may have been a long and bitter fight,
But we learn a lot when we use hindsight.
Bureaucracy
The announcement by us is being made
To let you know that another will come.
We know that right now many are afraid,
And are unaware of where the threat’s from.
But we need time to prepare what we’ll say
In a very important announcement
That we are announcing about today.
Please hold on to that trust in government.
That is all we have to say for right now,
And we ask that you come back tomorrow
When we will give you the why, what and how,
But give us the time for our plan to grow.
We do appreciate that you’re present
For our announcement for our announcement.
Omelas
Forget about the boy in the basement,
In a utopia, an easy task.
We have for you every fulfillment
To hide moral concerns behind a mask.
You can sit in a paper mache throne
as you review over your bank balance.
We’ll give you underlings who’ll lay down prone
In a hope that your praise will come by chance.
If you are willing to swallow your pride,
You’ll live a life executively styled.
The only rule you will need to abide
Is to ignore what happens to the child.
Every life is about compromise,
A place where we find morality dies.
The Bookstore Experience
If I wish to know about the culture,
I just need to find the local bookstore.
The imagination, here, they nurture,
And discover what these large tomes are for.
All the mythology and history
Gather together in neat little rows.
Here I can unpack a new mystery
As my knowledge of the old country grows.
Opened books come with an enchanting smell
Of adventure and anticipation.
Within its musty pages I will dwell,
Exploring all the corners of this nation.
On my trips, it’s a box I like to tick
‘Cause reading is a hard habit to kick.
Never a Real Winner
Can you still be considered a winner
If they have to change the rules just for you?
Your management makes you a bumbler,
Looking for a free handout and a clue.
All players can follow regulations
Agreed to everyone involved.
You think you deserve a stipulation
Because you are old and haven’t evolved.
Whether you look to your network of spies,
Or you make your plans with deflated balls,
Your success relies on a pack of lies.
Even false giants will receive their falls.
Though you keep track with your expensive rings,
Their tarnish will never give them their blings.
Buddha’s Man Cave
Pay attention to the sign at the gate,
And only allow the right clientele
Entrance to my silvery estate.
Certain genders are unable to tell
Deeper understandings of my design.
I wish to tell the stories of heroes
Who are admired by those of like mind,
And have been treated in life as zeroes.
They’re the ones who truly knowing suffering
As they travel the path to nirvana.
It is the pilgrimage they are taking
That brings them to this temple of mana.
It is here where they know how to behave
In the place where we built Buddha’s man cave.
What It’s All About
When the death of thousands does not matter
‘Cause it does not directly affect you,
It makes your agenda even sadder
Because you did not act on what you knew.
Now that you use your elite position
To make risky investments on a cure,
It shows that your financial intention
About saving this country is not pure.
Your goal is to stuff your pocketbook
And dance on the grave of America.
I weep for the integrity you took
Behind the obvious lie of MAGA.
It will take many years to recover
From the way you left my home in tatters.
Paradise Defined
Why do all paradises have to look
The same? Where does it say that palm trees
Need to sway next to a babbling brook
And the views have to have the bluest seas?
Maybe sights a little more dramatic
Is where my soul will find the peace it seeks,
A wintry landscape that’ majestic
With the earth torn asunder by peaks.
The gathering clouds threaten a snowfall,
And I beg for them to release their might.
We are protected from its bitter call
In a cabin perched on the mountain’s height.
I start to long for a different view
When I am in the one thought of by you.
John Collings 