Friday, June 24, 2022
Tuesday, June 7, 2022
Thank you to Mark Antony Rossi of Ariel Chart for publishing my poem in the June issue.
https://www.arielchart.com/2022/06/the-wise-show-and-dont-tell.html
The Wise Show And Don’t Tell
I make my best decisions in early dawn,
for what truth is there at midnight?
More than you know, some will say.
I do know that the night changes the air around me.
I should never be afraid to doubt, but should investigate.
The truth is out there all day.
I’ll examine what I’ve learned and sift,
to find the coziest spread of certainty.
I’m under no illusion or contract to know it all.
I’ll openly live my truth
for one set of eyes at a time to see.
And in the end, I’ll still take the love and run.
Thank you to Mark Antony Rossi of Ariel Chart for publishing my poem in the June issue.
https://www.arielchart.com/2022/06/the-travesty-of-splitting-hearts.html
The Travesty Of Splitting Hearts
Heart and soul set afire,
Seen as black or white, love or hate,
Choose which way.
Emotions felt as opposites,
As piano keys or orcas,
Like pandas or those chequered flags,
Choose which way.
Love or hate, black or white, heart and soul.
Wednesday, June 1, 2022
Angels Are No Fools
They know what they want and persist to get it,
intransigent on their views.
They believe they know best which way the wind blows thus and so.
Appalling upstarts, feeling superior
for being apart from humanity’s ills,
believing that freedom can only be found under tombstones.
Funny, as they still engage in frantic debate,
Ironic, as they still feel the need to differentiate
through their sorted standing.
And, while they may appear as otherworldly,
their own prayers never destined to be said aloud,
there is one refuge common to them all.
After so much sober introspection into their own hearts,
they are all relieved to find they can still laugh,
can still shake with laughter,
while recalling banana peel antics,
dogs in dresses,
and many such things,
humor without harm.
© Imbler, 2020
They know what they want and persist to get it,
intransigent on their views.
They believe they know best which way the wind blows thus and so.
Appalling upstarts, feeling superior
for being apart from humanity’s ills,
believing that freedom can only be found under tombstones.
Funny, as they still engage in frantic debate,
Ironic, as they still feel the need to differentiate
through their sorted standing.
And, while they may appear as otherworldly,
their own prayers never destined to be said aloud,
there is one refuge common to them all.
After so much sober introspection into their own hearts,
they are all relieved to find they can still laugh,
can still shake with laughter,
while recalling banana peel antics,
dogs in dresses,
and many such things,
humor without harm.
© Imbler, 2020