"Launched Poem"
I launched a poem
Into the air
And it landed
I know not where
In the crowd
Or in the church
Or in a tree
Does it lurch
How many eons
Or to what place
With it's poetic wings
Drifting in space
Perhaps it's reading
By aliens not understood
But why should we care
We've long turned to wood
Rabid Poet
Tomorrow
How far is Tomorrow
And how many Tomorrows will I see
If I awaken in Tomorrow
Today is where I will be
How many will I help
If Tomorrow should come
I could start now
Maybe Today to help some
But there are endless Tomorrows
Earth spinning in it's place
But there are limited breaths
And I will scatter into Space
Rabid Poet
"Another Thingy"
By Cole (dog)
Found this thingy
On the road
It was flat
Coulda been a toad
Snatched it up
Chewed real fast
Nothing that good
Could get on past
Donna, my Momma
Was on her phone
This Thingy is good
Now Thingy is gone
Doggy Poem by Cole
"On The Road"
It's on the road
I know it's there
Can't wait to lick
It has some hair
You walk so slow
I pull on the rope
Walk faster dummy
Still there is my hope
I smell it ahead
My tongue twirls round
Can't wait to lick
That thingy on the ground
I smell where it was
Some nerd beat me to it
You walk so Damned slow
You need four legs, two don't do it
Cole
Poem ...
Wall Street
Soon the skies
filled with suits and ties
Will end that made up glut
Of Wall Street lies
Sell the stock
Fool the flock
When they sell
Watch the clock
When bottomed out
Deliver that shout
Buy baby, buy
That's what it's about
Inside Trade
Got it made
The ruse keeps on
New money is weighed
Rabid Poet
End of the Circle
End of the Circle
Song without a song
Fleeing from this moment
Never seeing I was wrong
Clock hand keeps on sweeping
Never stopping for my tears
Never finding the beginning
Ever marking my new fears
In my mind I travel
To far reaches of space
Only to find that
I never left this place
End of the circle
Song without a song
If only one could tell me
What I'm doing wrong
I look for new beginnings
Surely knowing they will end
Trying to leave an endless circle
With nothing else to send
End of the Circle
Song without a song
When is beginning soon
And when is very long
Rabid Poet
A Darkening Sky
I cast my eye
On a darkening sky
One that must be passed through
With consumption we knew
Would not pass us by
Rabid Poet
Poem
The Quiet
Noise abounds
Commercials scream
Robot calls flood
Our answering machine
Social groups shout
Racial inequalities bloom
We want what we want
From birth to the tomb
Behind all the noise
Joys of quietness loom
Away from TVs and smartphones
Away from the Room
It seeps into our mind
Like emptiness of space
The quietness of truth
Finding it's place
A new path we seek
Away from the crowd
The beauty of the quiet
Like drifting of a cloud
Rabid Poet
