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  Jan 2018 Puds
WendyStarry Eyes
Loving my coffee on this cold winter day
Puts my mind in a mode
A slice of peacefulness
I dream could forever
Stay

I used to think I have to go all the
Time
These days I am happy to just read,
Write or relax my
Mind

I do not know if it is this
Cold weather flowing
Through the blood in my
Veins
Is it just part of the adventure on the
Quinquagenarian train

I will just pour
Another cup of coffee
For me
Accepting, life is but a ever changing Journey
Leading me on
To the next purpose
Unknown
  Jan 2018 Puds
Walter W Hoelbling
the daily media overkill
with the bad news of
     who killed whom and why
     which politicians and religious leaders
         believe in boundless self-aggrandizement
         endangering world peace and understanding
         do not believe in global warming
         treat people like the pawns in chess
         et cetera, et cetera

at times offers me almost irresistible temptations
to turn my back onto the world in sheer disgust
      retreat into my armchair, just with myself
      avoid involvement in the chaos, let life go by
      like muppets quipping from the balcony
      at a safe distance

yet my heart is bleeding

in my striving for a better world
I only have my words
and my belief they can inspire change
     when spoken clearly and with force

when I keep silent
I let others speak for me
in tongues that are not mine
  Jan 2018 Puds
VS aka Jason Cole
As for looking forward to brighter days
Those happily hearkened solar rays
That's just not something my mind relays
Always the rain, the rain always

No ultraviolet sight ablaze
I'm blinded by the night's malaise
Deluged without light or shade
Always the rain, the rain always

Through the flood my tomb is razed
My face is mud, my eyes are crazed
Soaked in dread of a watery grave
Always the rain, the rain always

©Jason Cole
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