Poems about Reality
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
Reconstructing
After wars; there’s a period of reconstruction;
for any kingdom is in constant conflict;
in the gap in-between; peace brings seduction;
and some leaders govern by edict.
What is it that makes one want to be king;
becoming in charge of one and all;
the one who decides
The Power Of Thought
Thought is creator of all that’s made;
the blueprint behind all creation;
planner, where each brick was laid;
allowing for no deviation.
Thought held all energy, hidden within;
converting some of it, to sound;
allowing the Light of Life to creep in;
and it suddenly
The Quandary
All of reality is an immense puzzle;
everything; a state of perplexity;
my mind; a state of constant befuddle;
for reality, indeed, is a quandary.
We think we see everything clearly,
but it’s all a construct of mind;
we each hold this world so dearly;
without having
Friends
Friend is a title we often bandy about;
for people that we’ve only just met;
instead of ones we can’t live without;
those who, if gone, we’d truly regret.
To salesmen, a buyer is a lifelong friend;
no matter how little or much he buys;
such
Humble Pie
Most, at some time, have eaten humble pie;
it has a bittersweet taste, to be sure;
when it’s served; we feel like we’ll die;
it’s intended as an arrogance, cure.
Circumstances, sometimes, lift us too high;
we’re no longer what we should be;
our
I Am The River Of Life
I am water from the river of life;
emptying into reality’s ocean;
fighting rapids of earthly strife;
embodying love’s devotion.
God didn’t always promise peace;
for such is destiny; not means;
but, he did speak of sweet release;
for all is
The Badge Of Humility
A smart man, who, when asked, how he was doing;
replied, “Better than I deserve.”
Taking into account, how his wealth was accruing;
I was taken aback by his nerve.
Strangely, I took it as a unique form of boasting;
indicative of a prideful form of
