Poems about Knowledge
It Takes A Village
I’ve heard many foolish words uttered;
that some people take as serious;
some, such words, are as wisdom, stuttered;
for the authors must be delirious.
Some are quite harmless, like piles of sand;
an idle mind’s thoughtless expression;
but, others are preludes to what
In The Hands Of Babes
How did words, from thought, come to be;
transmitting thoughts to another person?
Mind to mind, transmission, is free;
but requires a great deal of rehearsin.
All thoughts hold the ultimate power;
but only Knowledge has the control;
thought can become a word or flower;
Scrambled
My mind is scrambled; thoughts, rearranged;
my life, has started all over, again;
the universe, around me, is changed;
a result of my sorrows and pain.
I’ve lost so much, I’ve loved and treasured;
tho much of life’s background remains;
I’ve reassessed how life should
Righteous Anger
How can righteous and anger go together;
It just doesn’t seem like they fit;
much like wearing short pants with a sweater;
or trying to stand while you sit.
It seems as if those, most likely to forgive;
simply love to embrace their anger;
its almost as
Restricted View
I can only see beauty, through my eyes;
such limits will never do;
the mind has been hiding its own surprise;
our sight has a restricted view.
While the eyes can be pointed here and there;
there are limits to what eyes can do;
a world of thought
Renaissance Of Evil
There’ve been past periods of renaissance;
where society peeled back the dark ages;
God’s love, established a new ambiance;
but, division is, now, occuring, in stages.
Renaissance is a sweeping change, or rebirth;
encompassing the landscape of reality;
a renaissance of evil has overlapped the
The Mind Reading Bee
He buzzed as he quickly circled the hive;
I nervously watched; fear held my hand;
almost as though he were trying to decide;
whether to sting me, or land.
My friend stood perched on his ladder;
propped to the eaves, he was cleaning;
swatting the bee
Saving Daylight
Every problem has its own solution
eventually it will all solve itself;
we must not allow thought pollution,
to tinker with what’s on the shelf.
Most of us prefer to live in daylight;
night is our time to sleep;
since the sun goes down, causing night;
we
