Dragon
A dragon can burn down the door
What box would hold, so we could ignore
Grand legends of the distant time
That play in present state of mind
No matter where we go
No matter what we know
The ever present dragon has a say
Over resolutions made today
Over lock and key
So we seek its polite consent
To slumber in quiet content
Behind lock and key
So Long Twenty-Twenty
Goodbye challenging and wreck of a year
As you leave, everyone is sure to cheer
Leave and take away your terrible disease
And leave us in peace, breathing without wheeze
Take away your politically ugly useless discourse
And we’ll work our problems without remorse
Take away your economic ruin and hurt
And leave on our backs at least a shirt
Mostly just leave us and never return
Leaving us the hard-lessons we’ve learn
And we will do our most to make twenty-twenty-one
A year of happiness for everyone under the sun
Happy New Year!
Oh
angel
spreading wings
over this Christmas
tree listen to supplications
of our love and hope for everyone
for this to be the beginning of another
time when we can truly say that we have
become what the child born to all of us would have
us be, in joy and happiness a kinder more forgiving world
so that peace will reign and forever remain like this evergreen
and
this
child
within us!
In the poem there is a metaphysical aspect regarding the beginning of everything. Quantum physics says that matter can spontaneously appear out of a vacuum, as if nothingness is something. While the duality of the poem seeks to portray a message that is relatable to the desperation of feeling you have nothing but potential… and yet the emptiness of everything as in knowing nothing. There is a thought of preconception, when we are nothing but potential, but at the end of our life we have everything we will ever have but it will not be enough, because we know nothing or more precisely we understand the emptiness of everything. In the end all that will matter to us is the people that we’ve loved and who loved us.
Nothing
Nothing screams into the night
Of desire and possibilities
For nothing is potential
While everything cries at night
About missed possibilities
For everything knows nothing
Optimism
Optimism is hope with probability
It is the fickle winds of fate
Shaped by the preparatory efforts
Of our mind and our soul energy
For the winds blow beyond our knowing
To faraway lands and return
For there is nowhere to go but around
And for this we can always count
On a chance, a choice, and return
In worship of hope shaped by optimism
Boredom
If your mind has nothing to do
and no matter if otherwise calm
Then it routs around looking for you
for it is yourself that it seeks as a balm
While time seems so very heavy
the clock moving ever slower
Water imperceptibly rising against a levee
seeking to find its way to a lower
Level of thought, in another place and time
that doesn’t fit with these moments
And yourself you simply cannot find
as relativity warps and foments
A gravity that makes a curve in time and space
when it was then, just before it is
Now in this very same time and place
Cardboard Box Revolution
We live in a city, because of the industrial revolution
And the suburbs because of automotive highway revolution
Then online shopping came to us via an information revolution
And a pandemic moved Christmas from malls to online
Resulting in a cardboard revolution
I’ve seen a leather wrist watch strap shipped in a shoe size box
We get exercise benefits getting all the cardboard into recycling
Will this cardboard be used to ship something to us in two or three months?
Is this an endless cycle?
Have I handled these fibers more than once?
If not,
What do we do with all the extra cardboard for last mile shipping?
Who is making money in this cardboard revolution?
Oh, and I need a bigger recycling bin!
Penny Candy
It was 1965
I had a two coins in my hand
Running to the corner store
For cigarettes and a few pennies for candy
Grandma wanted her cigarettes
But I took careful time to view the candy
Trying to pick what I wanted, such an array
So many wonderful choices
With my brother, who wanted a say as well
Candy cigarettes were cool
But bubble gum had a cartoon wrapper
While taffy lasted a long time,
And so a decision was made
The candy cigarettes had 10 in a pack
And could be rolled up in my sleeve
As we each had one on our walk
Back to Grandma’s house
With two packs of cigarettes
One of twenty and one of ten
The beautiful thing about tomorrow,
it means we have today!
Interesting… December starts on Tuesday this week… bringing highs in the 50’s … Can November, longer stay?
November Days
The sun warms our November days
And so we delight in soaking its rays
Until the evening arrives
When the sun quietly hides
And the air turns brightly cool
As it’s time for the moon to rule
Oh November behaving so well
May we a little longer dwell
And put off, Decembers biting cold
If you allow our request, so bold