Shaken

Shaken

Earth keeps on turning
Sun keeps on churning
We keep on yearning
For things we shouldn't have

Will we awaken
As we are being taken
By Earth being shaken
And Life moves on

Rabid Poet

Beauty

Poem....Beauty

There are days of bright blues
And there are days of darkened grays
Of streaks of white playing among trees
Of mottled Seagulls over rough seas
But whatever this day brings
And surely it will be
The beauty of it all
Is there for us to see.