wrapped in thought
like a cocoon
ready to bloom
the thinker
ponders
Plato
in her cerebral womb
comfortably
consuming
knowledge
like candy
in a safe place
where wisdom
is the base
**
Category: knowledge
When Books Are Burned
ashes… ashes
fall down
to the ground
when books burn
knowledge goes
up in smoke
in a moment
of madness
that generations
will forever regret
***
Historians
Beneath the rubble of civilizations past
ancient souls cry out to be remembered
from great societies that didn’t last
their wisdom buried in history’s ashes
their lives that passed too fast
who will give those souls peace?
and tell their stories?
of past glories?
historians are the bridges
connecting the past to today
their tireless work
a timeless passion play
***
Be Still
Focus inward if you will
to that inner voice
that whispers be still
listen
breath
inhale
exhale
be open
to what’s
spoken
from the
heart
murmers
in the mind
listen
breath
inhale
exhale
be still
and learn
to be kind
and expand
your mind
Lighten Your Load
are you carrying a rucksack
of worries?
a load of emotional rocks?
a stack of negative stories?
stuck in a mental box?
then it’s time
to lighten your load
and shine
cast away
your worries
enjoy your day
there’s no guarantee
another will come your way
A Clean Slate
left behind
a lifetime
of regrets
no more
senseless
moments
to answer
for
I’ve closed
that door
and cleaned
that slate
forevermore
Dance of the Hypocrites
they go through each day
doing the “Hully Gully”
in their hypocritical way
they do the “Twist” with facts
holding reality at bay
hypocrites always dance
to the opposite side of sense
doing the “Hokey Pokey”
and a “Tango” on a fence
they go “Gangnam Style“
when caught redhanded
they do the “Moonwalk”
down denier’s aisle
you can easily see
a hypocrite
doing the “Monkey“
A “Macarena” line forms
when hypocrites gather
defying norms
They do the “Shimmy”
and the “Shake”
whatever it’ll take
to hide what’s true
recognizing the dances
that they do
is a good warning
for you
With These Eyes
I can tell when people tell lies
with these eyes
their body movements a tell
making it easy to see
for an old man like me
decades of experience resides
compartmentally
in my brain
lurking behind my tired eyes
I’ve seen the horror
of war
I keep it behind a door
behind these eyes
I look forward
to each new day
putting aside yesterday
a daily exercise
behind these
still alert
eyes
Echo and Ego
in the pantheon of gods there’s two you should know
Echo and Ego
they walk around our world every day
one praising herself and the other echoing away
one generally follows the other’s lead
praising the other’s every deed
they like sports stars and movie stars
and famous writer’s early memoirs
you might be surprised to know
that everyone has an ego
it’s the echo
that determines if fame is to be had
whether it’s good…or whether it’s bad
A Salute to Aurora Borealis
here’s to saluting a beautiful night
with a shifting palette of colors so bright
hail, Aurora Borealis!
your show is like no others
your gas particles shoot into the night
colliding with gas atoms and admitting light
emissions from atomic oxygen flow
causing a greenish and dark red glow
the stream of particles across the sky
flow freely and are pleasing to the eye
