Pink opiate at breakfast
Two blues at lunch
A tiny green pill at break
Druggie? Just a hunch
Easily addicted
His choices now conflicted
The highs are great, the lows not so bad
He decides to stay addicted, my cousin Chad
Death shows no consideration
No regard for age or time
No idea of inconvenience
Death will never change its mind
Death does not discriminate nor negotiate
Has no favourites, feels no sorrow
When death comes for you
There will be no tomorrow
A dandelion, "Dee", sprouted in a field.
She loved her pleasant life in the sun and breeze,
But a "priest's crown" has but one season to play.
Her neighbor shocked her, and said, "Soon, you'll yield -
When a cruel lawnmower cuts us at our knees.
There's no chance a child will blow our seeds away".
One day a little girl said, "I need one more
For my necklace. Which one should I pick, of these?"
Dee straightened herself up, her head to display,
Better brave for beauty, than the mower's store.
Seize the day!
Three cellophane balloons came by on Tuesday.
Each offering to whisk the sweet baby bunny away.
He was not tempted until an owl began flying his way.
Then he jumped aboard, and the balloon began to sway.
The other two followed along and gave him a song.
He knew then that his choice had not been wrong.
They carried him to Texas, where he decided to stay.
Not realizing coyotes were there, as balloons flew away.
at that moment in the purity of her eyes
i remember finding the trace of hope for mankind
AP: 2nd place 2022
When nature decides to precipitate
As surely as the earth revolves around
the earth, it does not deign to hesitate,
Consider it done.
A truth I’ve sought and diligently found
Weather patterns arrive both soon and late
Nature’s ways are both consistent and sound.
If climate changes, still she will not wait
to control what moisture covers the ground
Freezing it persuades us to concentrate,
Consider it done.
Written November 13, 2022
My cute grandson heard friends say in fun spree,
Santa can turn to what he wants, he’s free.
He asks me, face worried stiff,
who will bring him the gifts if,
Santa decides to be a Christmas tree.
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December 14, 2021
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The idea
expresses itself, speaks,
for its peculiar waves...
sounds in words
by eloquence
of the throats...
It has tremendous importance,
but it doesn't decide anything...
The silence, stilled in itself
everything hears,
investigates, ponders,
and who is finally
have the final word !
silence decides... !
our conscience speaks
ego seeks lust
the weak suffer
13-January-2021
Ellen’s pet, a razorback was always near.
Why this happened was never fully clear.
Pete wanted to court Ellen, but had fear.
Zee, her pig had chewed off another man’s ear.
Thinking he was silly, his friends would jeer.
Just go over and be a volunteer.
Fat razorback gave Pete quite the leer.
Seems the pig was smitten, felt he was dear.
Pete and Ellen ended up married clear.
Zee joined the wedding party in his tux gear.
This was the first time Pete knew pig was *****.
So they got him his own buddy to commandeer.
Poets are an amazing people,
Who puts the truth in the very essence,
Who will never steal
And not subject to General confusion.
We sing a song about what we went through,
To everyone who read later,
I saw the truth – how we lived,
And I made my own conclusions about that.
Tell you the truth or lie?
What path should I choose here?
And who decides what to say?
And how do you make out the truth?
All questions have an answer:
Don't be afraid - everything happens.
And only the truth can not be brought down,
Everything else is healing.
How Fate And Time Decides Our Lives And Our Final Endings,
Lind-Sonnet and One
Earth, its mysteries oft lays deadly shadows at our feet
World, its greatest histories, shows man's many sad defeats
Seas, their fathoms deep waters- gathering sailor's remains
Down deep, in spiraling abyss echoes of dying pains.
Universe, galaxies and stars bow to that of divine will
Modern life, airplanes and cars, horrific dark wars that kill
Nature feels humanity's horrors, its barbaric threats
Destiny, hands of Fate, complete with deep, savage regrets.
Skies, sending thunderstorms gifting softer, beautiful blues
As responding winds, oft brings rains that needy life renews
Its nights, give to us twinkling stars and romantic reprieves
Despite reality shows, Fate births many heartless thieves.
Down deep, in spiraling abyss echoes of dying pains.
Destiny, hands of Fate, complete with deep, savage regrets.
Despite reality shows, Fate births many heartless thieves.
Robert J. Lindley, 12-23-2019
Lind-Sonnet And One, ( Twelve rhyming verses and a three verse summation )
(4,4,4,2,1)
Note: Edited to create a uniform syllable count- 12-24-2019
"Each day we assess,
What we will do best
Even if not a direct decision,
We are guided by our inner vision
Sculpted by time and events,
And our desire for happiness
To chose that which feels right,
And I’m not meaning to be trite
For its the obvious choice,
If satisfaction had a voice
But sometimes decisions are not clean cut,
When personality’s and circumstances muck them up
Causing us to rethink or compromise,
For keeping the peace is also wise
A battle now, we chose not to fight,
Saving that for when the time is right
How then, can we appeal,
Without a pouting wail
Or temper tantrum to get our way,
For what we wanted today
Perhaps we need to understand,
The over reach of others demands
Wanting to claim some of me,
To prevent what I want to be
Each day “your” train leaves the “station”,
Traveling to its “destination “
Who you invite to travel in that car,
Determines who you are
Your choice then, is the “Express”,
Straight to what you think is best
Or one that pauses at every stop,
Because that’s what someone else has thought
How you travel in life is your decision,
So remain true to your vision
I feel the heat
but not the light
what shall I do?
Oh what shall I do?
my heart sweats too.
Hold my hand,
hold my brush
and lead me on
away from this blank canvas.
Where is the palette?
Where is the color?
Let me draw a master piece
that befits this world.
Do you feel the neutrons buzzing
Making memories forever leaving
Writing what will be there for you
Decisions for the future too
This electronic function made
How do you ensure it will not fade?
And if it is not up to me
Who decides what will be?
© Paul Warren Poetry
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