Rabid Poet

Rabid Poet
Rantings

Saturday, November 28, 2015

The Barrier

Poem ... The Barrier

Understanding male dominance
So hard as I try
Nor female timidity
As time rushes by

Excuses are many
And denial the norm
Where are we going
With this gathering storm

This wall we created
So long and so tall
Can't reach understanding
Without a precipitous fall

We created abstractions
Of corporate belief
Scripted by leaders
With goals of a thief

I poke a hole
In that barrier create
It closes quickly
And so does our fate

So I have accepted
That barrier wall
Growth and consumption
The fate of us all

Rabid Poet

Thursday, November 26, 2015

What Gods


Poem ... What Gods

There is the Sun
There is the Moon
Doing godly things
To make us swoon

There is the ocean
The deep blue sky
More godly things
Some question why

But wait
There is only one
Forget the Moon
Forget the Sun

Who decided that?
Can be only one!
Written in a book
Challenged by none

The Sun shines on
The Moon hangs in the sky
They shall forever be worshipped
As eons pass by

Rabid Poet

Wednesday, November 18, 2015

The Role

Poem ... The Role

We play this role
Of who to be
Of suits to wear
Of who to see

The Earth turns on
Complexities untold
Our numbers keep growing
Things to be sold

We can adapt
To changes we make
Block those Sun rays
Global Warming is fake

We have lives to live
New industries to be
More houses to build
So we can be free

Forget those college loans
Forget QE Two
Get more credit cards
They will see us through

The trees die out
So the waters rise
Nothing we can do
No big surprise

We will wear those suits
And do what we are told
So life can be good
As we gather our gold


Rabid Poet

Thursday, November 5, 2015

Into the Light

Into the Light

With all my might
I seek the light
Beyond this darkness
Called human delight

I hear the cries
Of different eyes
Of furry ones
Saying goodbyes

Of endless lines
Of thing called car
Going nowhere
On endless tar

If I can see
A bit of light
Toward it will I go
To escape this night

Like a moth awaiting
That bit of light
That holds promises
Of meaningful flight

If that door is opened
And light streams in
This time is ending
And a new to begin

Rabid Poet