Its all quiet
in HP Land.
Not a poet
in the house.
No one posting
or hitting button to spread likes and loves.

  HP the land
where magical things happen.
Where in a touch of a keyboard road
a whole world emerges.

Its all quiet
in HP land.
The place
where flowers
of verse blossom
in between tears and smiles.

Blurt out the truth
Left out of the crowd

Politically incorrect
Amend you must

The truth people speak to have each other’s back
And what they speak behind the back

Doesn’t the conscience get hurt
Or, that’s the only truth it knows

A manicured lie chips away
The spirit of truth cleanses the way

The sun sits pretty, cradled in the palms of the clouds
Kissed goodnight to the moon and stars
Birds bathe in the seamless beams on the treetops
And do Sun salutations to the morning star

All the praises
    Sweet sugary words
                            need to be ignored
To unearth the truth.