Poem....Bee Dream
From blue to yellow to red
Humming wings in my head
My morning nectar feast
Or cocktail at the least
Cold air starting it's begin
Soon sweet treat not to rend
Continue on with pollen spread
And sweet dreams in my head
Rantings of a Rabid Poet. Addressing issues facing humanity and all life forms. Moving toward sustainability and preservation and maybe even using technology to achieve simpler living styles.
Poem....Bee Dream
From blue to yellow to red
Humming wings in my head
My morning nectar feast
Or cocktail at the least
Cold air starting it's begin
Soon sweet treat not to rend
Continue on with pollen spread
And sweet dreams in my head
Poem...The Virus
Inside a movement
Plans to dominate
Threats of terror
To spread misconceptions
That contain no truths
A virus of rationality starts
And speeds it's spread
And soon what seemed a certainty
Is no longer a dread
Poem....Lost in Rust Red
Drifting from grays to purples
Knowing my intent is red
But my thoughts are sienna
Swirling VanGoghs in my head
Down this old country road
I drift with autumn leaves
When what do I see up ahead
My favorite colour
Lost in rust red
Poem...Artist's view
Looking at what could be
Torn loose from what should be
A deeper colour of Red
A dark line between two forms
Meaning soaked with emotion
Stepping into a new reality
Closed doors of culture opened
Unlocked by the Artist for the few
To reach newness hidden from view
Poem...Retribution
Anger stored for future use
Driven by passions not understood
To be carried out against them
Those chosen without their knowledge
To prove pointless points
Bearded speaker in airy clothes
Spouting this-must-be-done
To please that being above the clouds
And move on to the next Retribution
Poem....The Pretender
What if all we see
Is contrived pretention
Charting a path
Imagined by the pretender
Not traveled by he
But by those who cannot see
The shell game goes on
Displayed by slight of hand
We continue our rapt gaze
Only he will understand
Poem....Slide away
Reaching for a desire
As far away as stars
Not in my knowing
Tis not to grasp
Slippery slope
On which I stand
Desire getting smaller
As I slide away
Poem.....Butterfly
The wisdom of the Ages
Written on a butterfly wing
A tale of effortless flight
Giving us pause for thought
Should we continue
Our brute force living
Or should we relent
With lessons learned
In that effortless flight
Of that beautiful Butterfly