THE CHAIR
I didn’t use the chair
So I stood
Next to the window I didn’t break
And the six story window I didn’t jump out of
Tag: Poetry
The Bigot Tree
THE BIGOT TREE
We all rail against bigotry
But yet as far as I can see
We do not strike it at its roots
But merely offer substitutes
To share is human:
For The Cause
FOR THE CAUSE
the car in front of me
a rolling reminder of many important causes
including the earth
housed a person caring so deeply and profoundly
that they didn’t notice
the limping brown dog they ran over
without stopping
To share is human:
Grandson
It hurts my head to think about
How much I love my grandson;
He’s very smart, and very strong,
And also rather handsome.
His face displays elation when
I pick him up to play;
He also tends to cry when it
Is time to go away.
To love your child is an ache
That there is no deflecting;
But this much love at my age
I was not at all expecting.
To share is human:
Love Is A Fire
LOVE IS A FIRE
Many poets say that love is a fire
But the real fire comes
When love is over
To share is human:
Out Of The Depths I Cry
If Ghosts aren’t real
If Spirit is a creation of the human imagination
If all that truly is, is material, and there is no Afterlife
Then why is Your absence a greater spiritual and physical reality
Than anyone else’s presence is?
To share is human:
I Don’t Think, Therefore I Spam
I DON’T THINK, THEREFORE I SPAM
Try to imagine the kind of man
Who works all day to send you spam.
I can’t. But let me plainly write:
“Don’t want more traffic to my site.”
I have not got a webmaster
Leave me with my own disaster
Let me run my site in peace
Go find someone else to fleece.
