Sips
Sip, sip, sip goes the sips
As I play these rhymes
The drink delights my lips
In these silly play’in times
Of teeter, totter and tips
Category Archives: Poems
Love…
I was reading poetry today, ran across a poem called Modern Love Song. I couldn’t get past the title, for these words put together seem nearly incoherent, especially for a poem published in 1919, One hundred and one years ago. My thoughts follow…
Modern Love
Love is active discovery process
Learning about others, and never knowing enough
Being understood in a way not thought possible
In a never-ending desired process
That is complex, and yet simple,
Joy in others joy
Is timeless and forever the same, and
As soon as the word modern is written
It already isn’t.
Happy Thanksgiving … This has been a difficult year for so many people… Please be thankful for each other, and take care of each other!
Curious…
Curious
Knowing is the enemy of learning
For if you believe there’s nothing to learn
Then you are dying from ignorance
Born out of all you are sure you know
After the Storm…
After the Storm
The trees shook everything
Loose that was dying anyway,
The dandruff is on the shoulder,
The odd fence has lost it’s pretense
Of providing artificial borders,
Water is receding
It’s so calm out
After so much howling wind
And sideways blowing rain
It is strange,
To see nature tired and fallen asleep,
But she still moves in her sleep,
Turning over once in a while,
Never completely at rest
Never completely at peace
Just dreaming of next time
And what she may do
De-Evolution?
Life as We Know It
We are a chemical string
A make-up of molecules
With a dose of energy
Evolved to survive
As a species as we can
In a world we have
Begun to change ourselves
But no longer competing
As we once did for food
We compete for ideas
For the wealth of leisure
With no need for destroying
Each other… yet we do at times…
For the right to endanger ourselves
As we please…
Is this de-evolution?
A flock, or individuals..
Blackbirds
Hundreds in a flock
Do they think as one
Are they individual
Members of a flock
Or a flock with members
They lift off as one
They react as one
They fly like one
They attack a field as one
But they are many…
Who are we
Individuals or a flock?
When it’s Over
The Great Contest Is Over
And when the celebration comes to an end
And it’s time to clean up the terrible mess
We realize our world will now depend
On how we now converse and address
With each other and messages we will send
To unify and forgive to assure progress
For without such we’ll surely deepen
The divide, anger, and we will regress
To an even more terrible and total end
Defeating the purpose of a great contest
Short…
Short
Is a genetic disposition
And a financial imposition
A cut that gets me there soon
While arriving mad as a loon
Due to a shot that didn’t get there
And the length of my graying hair
While my sight or shall I say insight
Fails clearly before being alright
In the view of life that seems today
There’s more to do, more to say
About love and poems that rhyme
But there is so little left of time
Fleeting Thoughts
Brilliant Idea
I had a really good idea
A point I just had to make
Now I just can’t remember it
But it was right there
Then the phone rang
Now it’s gone
But I was brilliant in a moment
I know I was
But maybe not so much anymore 😉
Decision Time…
Vote
We have our thoughts and analysis
Of what they said, and histories
Of what they did
And we make our decision
We invest in our choice
We invest in our future
But one of hundreds of million
Who do so, with reason or emotion
And await the outcome
For which,
Too many will say
They are not invested in that future
And more however, will pray
That they are right about that future