Poignent Poetry — Stimulating the Mind, Soothing the Soul

"Midst war and death, poverty and play is their occupation.

Although surrounded by bad weather or the ruin of whole nations.

Is this God’s reminder to us?

Should we go out and play?

Or is it just childish ignorance?

The genetic, patterned way?"

“Was my lifes capital well spent?

Will I choose to remember or forget?

To revel, to savor or regret?

When choosing to spend lifes coinage

and time to burn,

Make it worthwhile and from it

lessons learn.”

 “Monsters aren’t real, are they, Daddy?

“Two eyes, two ears, two legs. Real they are.”

Spare the fear, lose the child”

“My children and I,

Wonderful dependence,

I am complete.”

“Is your life so simple, so peaceful on the whole,

Because you are so wise or because you’re in a bowl?”

 “I lived in my world without God,

Now I live in a World without God,

God was never absent

I just didn’t know it.”

“It does not own you,

Profit from what shows you.

Stare it in the face,

Put it in its place,

A victory embrace.”

“Are we getting closer?

A small world after all?

Will we grow enlightened,

Or shrink so very small?”

“If we all play different instruments with beauty and with skill,

But if using differing music the harmony would kill.”

“A day’s work for a day’s pay.

A day’s pay for a day’s work.

A weeks work then weekends play.

It’s just done that way.”

“Will I still be there, when the desert expires?

Then change completely in raging forest fires?”