Placebo
Which way to go?
Real or Placebo?
Claims of this and that
Tippy tapping, tipping the hat
Soon results will be in
What's good and what's sin
How to know
Was it a Placebo?
When is test to be
Given to you or me
How am I to know
Real or a Placebo?
Rabid Poet
No Matter
No matter what they say
I can't go their way
Storm clouds are growing
Plastic wastes are flowing
And they claim a better day
Where are we going?
Without any knowing
Keep on spending
Limits never ending
With consequenses now showing
No matter what I think
As life quality continues to sink
We make up money
They see warnings as funny
Life to be gone in a blink
Rabid Poet
Do We Really Care?
Do we really care
What goes into the air
As long as we can drive
And pretend to thrive
Do we really care
What things become trash
The piles continue to grow
And we continue our Show
Do we really care
While extinctions grow
They try to hide
In places we don't go
Our plans for Mars
And travel to the stars
Seem distant now
As some ancient vow
Do we really care
What will be, will be
As the TV goes dark
Our remains wash to the Sea
Rabid Poet
Irish Jig
Fat man with a dog
Trying to cross a log
Doing an Irish Jig
Grunting like s pig
Will he reach the other side
Showing his Irish pride
Or take the dance too fast
For he and dog to last
It was a sight To see
The fall sure to be
But he gave it his all
To the other side before the fall
Rabid Poet
Rush to Nowhere
We rush to conserve
Avoiding that upward curve
As if we have controlled
Over what we are told
Put more propellers in the breeze
Cut down those wind blocking trees
Build more dams for water control
And maybe we will save our soul
We know there is a nowhere
We only need to rush to get there
Everything will be OK
Coming soon a better day
Rabid Poet
All are Gone
After all the words are spoken
And the World keeps on turning
What is left to adore
Certainly us no more
Those days of self adoration
As other species depart
Of lifting eyes to Heaven
Proving we are smart
Does it really matter
When we're all gone
That we could not fix
As Life turned to stone
Rabid Poet
When it comes
And very soon
We sit on Titanic's deck
And howl at the moon
We will listen to the orchestra play
As water reaches our feet
Don't worry about icy water
Just get a higher seat
Economic collapse
Protests every day
And he who is in charge
Rushing to have his way
Rabid Poet
Poem to You
I threw a poem into the sea
A poem cast to you from me
A poem traveling far
In a bottle under a star
A poem seeking to be
Will there ever be a view
It's intent meant for you
Or drift forever more
It's meaning in its core
A meaning remaining true
Rabid Poet
The Fool
This will end
Know not when
Destiny holds reign
As we hide our pain
Disguised as sin
We hold on as Gods who rule
Sitting on our golden stool
The time will arrive
Like clouds in the sky
Leaving our role as Fool
Rabid Poet
Quiet
Quiet creeps in
Like a forgotten sin
Comitted years ago
In our Ego Show
Difficult to deny
Ours eyes to the sky
What was our joy
Is now just a toy
Do we welcome Quiet
Is it an Insight
Maybe so we say
On our merry way
Rabid Poet
Trying to Find Our Way
Trying to find our Way
Going into another day
Advice from here
Advice from there
Follow me they say
But goals disappear
And visions turn to fear
Don't do this
Don't do that
Nothing is becoming clear
So what are we to do
Gather with just a few
Put on that mask
Stay home for that task
And maybe get out of this Zoo
Rabid Poet
The Race
They drive in circles
With hopes they will win
Those circles to nowhere
Not seeing the sin
Fans coming from miles
Food in their car
Awaiting the great event
Wheels spinning on the tar
And when it is over
Drivers joyously out their car
Fans returning to their own race
Taking us not very far
Rabid Poet
Time
Time washes over us
Leaving remnants of our past
We pick up the pieces
Time moving so fast
What did we learn
Mistakes and successes
Destined to be lost
In those dark recesses
Does it really matter
Since time will erase
Those mistakes we made
On our journey through Space
Rabid Poet
Doom
What is That
Tipping it's hat
Tip tapping across the room
Singing songs of Doom
Trying to avoid a cat
Is it a rat
Doing a tippy tippy tat
Letting us know
It's our final show
It's our final splat
Didn't know
Rats could do a Show
Tippy hats
Ratta tat tats
Attending our final Show
Rabid Poet
Poem.....Wave of Life
We are a wave of Life
Just passing through
Some with many years
Other only a few
Do we pass on what we know
The lessons we learned
Or is our time only a show
The wave continues on
With those who heed
With those that care
For those in need
Our destiny is naught written in a star
It is written in our passion
To push our wisdom far
Rabid Poet
Come and Gone
Come and gone
No passion shone
Our time was short
Building our empire
Racing ahead alone
We called it success
We called it progress
When what it was
Looking back
Was eras of distress
We can't go again
Another Era of sin
We can't save what is gone
Or seek how to atone
Or understand the term "When?"
Rabid Poet
Tap, Tap, Tap
What is there to say
Things changing day to day
Protest this
Prohibit that
We have lost our way
Who is charting our path
Leading us to an unknown bath
How do we know
Which way to go
To avoid the coming wrath
Save this, save that
Tapping shoes and tilted hat
We dance our way
Down rainy streets
To avoid the coming spat
Rabid Poet
"Virus"
I walk these streets alone
Cars and buses long gone
Occasional stray cat or dog
People hiding out in smog
Attached to a smartphone
The Virus now widespread
Hospitals are notread
When will It end
Is it Earth in mend
Or last dream in one's head
Rabid Poet
Poem...."Time"
There will come a time
When Earth spins no more
When our bones are our story
Of the fabric of life we tore
Did it really matter
Those species we pushed to extinct
All were going there anyway
Gone as we blindly blinked
Silence will occupy our space
Dust gathering on our bones
Stars gazing upon u
As they turn to stones.
So what was the reason
For life here and gone
Time will come
Answer written on a bone
Rabid Poet
Today will be Through
Don't know Up from Down
Or Forward from Back
Or is it Right from Left
Or Tic from Tac
When from Was
Does it Matter or Not
Friend from Foe
Cold from Hot
One thing for sure
Or maybe Two
When Tomorrow comes
Today will be through
Rabid Poet
