"pandemics" poems
We live in a time of uncertainty
No jobs
Climate change
Mass killings
warnings of pandemics
Where is our utopia
where is our heaven on Earth
1900's we had
San Fransisco's earthquake
McKinley was assassinated
First Nobel prize
The Tunguska Event
nothing as changed in my eyes
1910's we had
Spanish flu
The sinking of the unsinkable ship, the Titanic
and World War 1
What else is needed to say about this decade
nothing changed as the human race lived on
1920's we had
Discovery of penicillin
The great depression
and prohibition
1930's we had
Bonnie and Clyde
Hindenburg disaster
Discovery of Pluto
Al Capone imprisoned
1940's we had
World War 2
Mount Rushmore completed
Big bang theory formulated
Israel founded
Nothing changed but who knew
1950's we had
Castro becomes Dictator of Cuba
Laika the dog goes into space
Korean War began
History never changed and neither will the Human Race
1960's we had
The rise of the Berlin wall
First man on the moon
Vietnam War
Nothing changed and won't any time soon
1970's we had
First test tube baby
Tangshan Earthquake
Kent state shootings
Elvis died
1980's we had
Chernobyl
Tiananmen square massacre
Exxon oil spill
Nothing changed and never will
1990's we had
Oklahoma city bombing
Princess Diana died
Columbine massacre
World Trade Center bombed
End of the Cold War
2000's we had
Hurricane Katrina
Pluto reclassified
Obama elected
September 11th
2010's we had
Haiti Earthquake
Japan Earthquake
Bin Laden killed
BP oil spill
England riots
Brazil riots
China banned time travel.
We're only 4 years in.
**** sapiens are nearly 200,000 years old
nothing changed
and never will
Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 6:07 AM UTC
Feeling claustrophobic doing emotional aerobics,
can’t breath so I take a breath and breath in,
and if you can’t be with the one you love,
then love the one you can be with,
time is precious,
can’t waste it,
even though I’m at this terminal,
feeling like a rebel that’s complacent,
typing on these keys,
like they could make a difference,
met Jay-Z and respect Alicia keys,
but this New York State of Mind is indignant,
feels like the world is ending,
feels like no one cares,
feeling like no one feels things,
feels like feeling don’t matter any more,
anyways,
you know what they say,
one moment you feel like you’re on top of the world,
the next moment that feeling goes away,
we’ve got pandemics,
we’ve got floods and fires,
we’ve got a worldwide lockdown,
we’ve got misdirected desires,
we’ve got not a lot left to believe in,
see people I know in the street,
and feel like,
I’ve got nothing to say to them,
dead inside,
still sparked and alive,
still I log on just to turn off,
but I’m not grabbed by anything online,
nothing is exciting,
nope nothing at all,
so I try to drown out my anxieties,
with orange juice and alcohol,
wishing I knew which directions to go in,
wishing I knew if life was real or not,
it’s 2020 it feels like that doesn’t mean anything,
feels like we got way but somehow we are still caught,
here in this moment,
with no one except ourselves,
what do you do if ignorance is bliss,
but knowledge is wealth,
which to choose,
the choice is up to you,
I can’t give you any advice,
because I don’t even know what’s true,
though I do know one thing,
when I take a breath and breath it’s,
if you can’t be with the one you love,
then love the one you can be with….
Jul 13, 2020
Jul 13, 2020 at 12:59 PM UTC
We are not the voice to elect a king
We are anonymous
I am not the one you want to convene because I question everything
I am just a voice of honesty as degenerates overtake my home
Life in the wake of calamity cast on a pile of bones
It’s the new order of the ages, welcome to the end of days
The beast controls our lives impeding our ability to thrive
induced into a system designed for wealth, power, and lies
A price is paid for not conceding to an affirmation worth repeating
as I join the enlightened ones and wage a massive war
A circularity that deviates from its path is not a circle anymore
They will invoke internal and external threats
then establish many secret prisons
Slowly restricting the freedom of the
Press while surveying ordinary citizens
Chem-trails from government jets
will be dismissed as urban legends
Mandatory vaccinations
designed to lower urban intelligence
Radio-frequency identification chips
mandatory for men, women, and children
Man-made global pandemics
separated for segregated sterilization
Espionage becomes the new word for criticism
And dissent will be the new word for treason
In the name of self-preservation
they will subvert the rule of law
We are broken beyond repair, slaves for all we have
As they divide our families, we ignore another false flag
As history repeats, we are kept under control
But we are not the voices to elect a king
because we are anonymous
Apr 9, 2013
Apr 9, 2013 at 4:07 AM UTC
The Wildest Conclusion
Who are you
To tell me
My thoughts
Aren't worth being heard
I deserve
And demand my rights
I might
Shout amendments
First,
Then commence
To irregular common sense
My stability
Is retained
By the imbalance
In my brain
You see,
I can't enable
These "Cain and Able" angels
That rest on your shoulders
Because
I ain't able
Fables
Fly out the mouth
Of an astounding author
His sound
Is profound
His prowess authorized
By his copy written
Signature
Which is his style
Italicized and laid back
Now,
Crack open
Another pack of pens
And draw out
The wildest conclusions
In deep thought
Then listen...
.The world disapproves.
The extent
Of my intentions
Were wilder than I could imagine
So I didn't know
I would take it this far
The words written
Were forbidden
In the foulest belief system
I wouldn't have wrote them
If my outrageous mind
Wasn't dying
From boredom
Boarding off the monsters
That alter ideas
From beneath the bed
They reach my head
And toy with my
Emotions
Tantalize and
Taint my tender mind
Then morph it
To be the tainter!
To picture death
You'll need help
From this
Morbid painter
Why do I
Write so wickedly
Then spread like pandemics
It's
Pandemonium momentarily
Shared with you
With whatsoever
You should do
With
Evil knowledge
Is truth
Look in your hands
I say
"Vice is right"
Can I persuade?
Like a gun used to
****** a murderer
Some executions
Are executed
At the exact moment
Of redemption
How tempting
Is it for
A wholesome man
To make
A half-hearted attempt
At prosperity
Sparingly
Laying in Evil's bed
But never staying
When he awakes
Will he use the tools
Because he learned the trade
Or teach others
To not
It's hard to reach others
When all they believe
Is a happy ending
I conclude
But
The true ending
You can't imagine
Because it's too wild
For you.
Oct 4, 2011
Oct 4, 2011 at 4:03 PM UTC
Enchanted shore descendant
Branch upon the kapok tree
In forests of El Yunque
The coqui songs compelling me
To write of the Taino sol
Still burning to be free
From The Lion's sword that bled
The pages of our history
Stolen land attendant
Encomienda living property
From roots of our ancestral bones
Was grown the crown's economy
Then baptized in the crosses' greed
They cleansed us of our savagery
A genocide of cultures made
Them rich with inhumanity
Kept at bay our independent
Luminescent solidarity
Then poured in streams of Lares cries
To fields of pure cane tyranny
Yet caverns of Camuy echoed
The fleeting winds of liberty
To tempest warships harboring
A hurricane democracy
By '98 dependent
In '17 a new decree
Final draft trenches fulfilled
The ballot box with empty
Then sharpened territory clause
Reconstituted colony
Campos prison cancer cell
Vieques poisoned casualty
Infecting the resplendent
Contagious hope of sovereignty
Pandemics of oppressions past
Injecting present poverty
Virulent exploitation plagues
Still draining veins systemically
Indebted to the parasites'
Uncommon wealthy travesty
Sep 25, 2016
Sep 25, 2016 at 1:00 AM UTC
There are pandemics,
epidemics,enmity,
earthquakes, floods,
famine, wildfire,
volcanic eruptions,
cyclones,simoom,
tornadoes,hurricanes,
peril, disease, death,
war,weapons,moreover,
oppressors in this planet
Do you want and love peace?
Earth is not the suitable place to live
for you.
Oct 13, 2023
Oct 13, 2023 at 1:43 AM UTC
Who are you
To tell me
My thoughts
Aren't worth being heard
I deserve
And demand my rights
I might
Shout amendments
First,
Then commence
To irregular common sense
My stability
Is retained
By the imbalance
In my brain
You see,
I can't enable
These "Cain and Able"
Angels
That rest on your shoulders
Because
I ain't able
Fable's fly out
The mouth
Of an astounding author
His sound is profound
His prowess authorized
By his copywritten
Signature
Which is his style
Italized
And laid back
Now,
Crack open
Another pack of pens
And draw out
The wildest conclusions
In deep thought
Then listen...
The world dissapproves
The extent
Of my intentions
Were wilder than I could imagine
So I didn't know
I would take this far
The words written
Were forbidden
In the foulest belief system
I wouldn't have
Took it this far
If my outrageous mind
Wasn't dying
From boredom
Boarding off
The monsters
That try to alter ideas
From beneath the bed
They reach my head
And toy with my
Emotions
Tantilize and
Taint my tender mind
Then morph it
To be the tainter!
To picture death
You'll need help
From this
Morbid painter
Why do I
Write so wickedly
Then spread like pandemics
It's
Pandamonion momentarily
Shared with you
With whatsoever
You should do
With
Evil knowledge
Is truth
Look in your hands
I say
"Vice is right"
Can I persuade?
Like a gun used to
****** a murderer
Some executions
Are executed
At the exact moment
Of redemption
How tempting
Is it for
A wholsome man
to make
A half-hearted attempt
At prosperity
Sparingly
Laying in Evil's bed
But never sleeping
When he awakes
Will he use the tools
Because he learned the trade
Or teach others
It's hard to reach others
When all they believe
Is a happy ending
I conclude
But
The true ending
You can't imagine
Because it's too wild
For you
Sep 30, 2010
Sep 30, 2010 at 12:51 PM UTC
How can simple nonoffensive words hurt so much?
How can the plain question: "who am I?" make my stomach clutch?
Why does the disability to answer make me feel like a bird in a hutch?
I try to look for answers, but I end up too weak straying from my goal looking for a crutch.
Speaking of going astray, here goes my mind once again.
Even I don't know the depths of my thoughts, not the tenth of my brain.
After all, I am just a demo, a soul in a chain.
What if: "What am I?" is saner?
That I can say. I am a human that yet did not drain.
A believer of the old saying "no pain no gain."
Oh no! I am more than that! I am a grain.
And I hold within me the power of a reign.
All I need is to grow, all I need is rain.
Rain... rain ladies and gentlemen is nature's beloved soundtrack.
It is the pitter-patter that makes my heart crack.
Sky, why are you so black?
What is it that you feel you lack?
I promise I won't stand back.
Dear horizon ease your anxiety attack,
for you are more loved than FLACK.
I am a 16RAM program of a telegram whose programmer programmed to deprogram all pogrom to the last gram by the use of an epigram.
In simpler terms, I am a poet.
I love the world when I'm high and when I'm at my lowest.
I believe that I am a poet because poetry is the highest expression of love.
I am a lover of this earth and the heavens above.
Love isn't just a myth,
it does exist.
I could go on like this, naming all that I love with a never-ending list.
I have learned to adore the darkest of times,
I have learned to be fascinated by all lives.
Earth why are you falling apart? Why are you so angry? Why are you committing all of these crimes?
Ease your typhoons your tornadoes pandemics tsunamis and volcanoes. Dear planet no need for more hives.
I can't promise you that we will behave,
for mankind is foolish,
him who once lived in a cave.
I understand your wish for the extinction of all humans.
But like any other love story, our love did not last.
While earth took us in her arms in the past,
whilst earth lovingly caressed humans otherwise.
In the present, it has harassed us as if we were Pennywise.
The touch of life used to give me butterflies.
But for now, all I hear is earth's cries.
The earth has loved us so purely,
although earth is 22 500 times older than man she has welcomed him so demurely.
And yet, man polluted destructed and poisoned. Oh isn't man such a disgrace?
How can he look earth in the face?
Apr 9, 2020
Apr 9, 2020 at 3:28 PM UTC
Top of congregates
sorrowed skulls
blending a reality of
sunken oil paintings
in the pavement-
-depravity
reflection metallic
on the
NOISY superstructure of
false Eden
struggling with
numerous pandemics-
-dawn cooling break of day
before dissolution
and the rackety BANG
that is
worldly affairs
beginning early on
in the coral sunrise/
seaside city losing it's scorch
from the ocean-
-distant Port Angeles murky
in the humidity
of Summer.
Black coffee sweeps away
the sleepies
and I'm ready to
throw myself into the
-ULTRAMODERN CATASTROPHE-
Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 10:16 AM UTC
Deep in a forest of fake news
Where headline games are people’s views
where pandemics become plandemics
where anti Vaxxers avoid vaccinations
and billionaires avoid taxation.
The forest of fake news
didn’t just spring up
watered by raining lies
governed by media moguls
and Facebook spies
Google and the internet shows us what we want to see
inverted mirrors of reality
each showing trees
a forest for all
with no clarity
How do see the forest from the trees?
or the trees that are fake?
life is forest full of trees but they are increasingly on the make
or plastic
or diseased
or just tricks in our sight
digital trees born out of spite
then cut down into newspapers
there’s no one to save us
we want to see the truth
that wasn’t always hidden
but we’d rather see the fake that’s not guilt ridden.
Truth the tree of life is now overrun
No one can see it
It’s been over come
and in the dark all trees look the same
it’s you and I who are to blame
We allowed them to plant
there fake news trees
and lies and untruths are a disease.
Oct 2, 2020
Oct 2, 2020 at 2:39 PM UTC
1. Out of control growth of government and related debt spending
2. The explosion of global viral pandemics and superbugs
3. The collapse of abundant underground water aquifers
4. The collapse of a failed medic system that no one can afford
5. The chemical destruction of croplands and the coming food collapse
Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 12:54 AM UTC
Religious stand offs, the prophecy foretold. The holy war that only the bible could have known.
Blacks and whites could fight for days and nights. Mainstream media makes the battle go, ignite.
Pandemics spread with haste, we know there's no controller, the final form takes place, a demon named Ebola.
You know that famous saying
That money is the root,
And all that I keep saying is that there's no substitute, for evil.
One part materialistic with two parts ballistics, a society insane with seven heads that are twisted.
I've got words and melodies that are beautiful like Pete Townsend's.
But when I'm angry at the world my power level's over nine thousand!
It takes a lot of devastation to learn a little appreciation. Mother nature's in control, under God, one nation.
The sun will rise tomorrow if we make the right choices. Stop listening to what's trending and start listening to your inner voices.
There's beauty in the world, with a lot of negative spaces. Find some one who's less fortunate than you and try to trade places.
The dirt, the trees, and the water is important. It's the material things in our lives that we need to forfeit.
We can wait for all of time but time waits for no man. Live your life to the fullest, your only one man son you cant dodge bullets.
It could all be gone in the blink of and eye, wake up with gray and see how time flies.
The hate has to stop. The listening needs to start. Stop getting offended with every jab to the heart.
I am no one, small wisdom that don't compare. Learn from everyone, even those that don't care.
Dark to light is how this story is told. The human race has reached a crossroad, which way will we go?
Years from now will we sing the Star Spangled Banner, or will we all live in the War Strangled Manner.
By Matt Drake
Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 3:20 AM UTC
So I say, it's wonderful; definitely wonderful that we have ambitious
generous teachers who cares for us
who?
I mean they will drop their personal matters for sake of us
Respect them, they are the heroes
I call them christ, they allow their powers to care
and
put their future in hazards
Who do you think can live his or her family matters for you?
The one with a pile of expenses?
The one with a number of cars?
Either the one with a double storey house?
Give them the blessings,
care as they care
they must be motivated incentives
The future of our society relies on their sacrifices
Education can cure all pandemics together with social problems
Be available, they are there for you
and the future is yours.
Feb 7, 2016
Feb 7, 2016 at 5:40 PM UTC
A little cough, no worries, it will go away
More irritable next day, worrisome by third
Had better see a doc, but slept the last that night
Scattered world wide, by planeloads, unrevealed, unknown
Germinate in a week, spawn on breath, speech of death
Revived ancient bug, mutated, drug resistant.
Pandemics, long with us: Black Death was not the first
Now global rapid spread, global rapid response
Always ready, always surprised, always novel.
The fit didn’t survive, the survivors, the fittest
Catastrophic selection, months, not million years
Emptied earth, cleaned, reclaimed, to be fought for, again.
Apr 8, 2019
Apr 8, 2019 at 3:53 AM UTC
six trees gathered, a single stand,
looking for a gathering, standing of four more,
a prayer circle to make, branch to branch
holding onto each other, to have their bark better
heard, the question on the table, today’s agenda:
why must trees die?
overheard their human querying same, the proud trees
too, puzzled, sending their inquiry to the heavens that
feed them never failing, water to quench a rooted deep
thirst, their role, job description well understood, purposed
to shade the world, give off fruit, so tasked, so asked:
why must trees die?
Caught the busy Lord unawares, dealing with seasonal pandemics,
endemic hatred from the frailings of human weakness, who honor
pretense by their mouth moving, but don’t believe their enunciation,
oh! tiresome battlefront, millions of casualties inflicted on each other,
Lord could not countenance another self-interested questioning of his earthly architecture
why must trees die?
on a beautiful paradisal day, cumulus whites decorating a blue coloratura that never be quite replicated, quieting, five-sense waters at ease, minimal moving, lunching noon hour,the birds, insects, rabbits all retired to cooling reservoirs, munch, gnaw, pollinate, yet the trees misjudge the sun dial iris quietude in the manger, the grove, as the Lord’s good graceful forgiving demeanor, therefore shocking, disbelieving the unforgiving ruthlessness of a deity of love, so the
cracking of a single bolt of punishing, purposed lighting, that knocked all the trees down, single blow, roots embruing, ember glowed, a “sounding” the world hears unoften, unremitting, not understanding its other-worldliness, so rare appearing when an actualized answer is returned, declarative, tangible, glorious words:
because I am who I am, The Eternal, alone, who keeps the imperfect balance of all my creations, without oversight, asking only from them
acceptance of things beyond earthly comprehension...
Jun 6, 2020
Jun 6, 2020 at 8:20 AM UTC
Omicron, Omicron
That name is a winner,
Everybody is talking about it
At breakfast, lunch and dinner,
We're not blaming it on China
No, Africa instead,
Still, we have already imported it
Along with wine, cheese and bread.
Merry Christmas North America
Let's party like 1969,
Back when we laughed about pandemics
And everything was fine,
And now we have a new guest
He is a party animal for sure,
Omicron is the name
And it's kind of catchy, that's for sure.
Dec 3, 2021
Dec 3, 2021 at 3:28 PM UTC
I used to love you
but now I don't know
who you are...
-mother
She asks me why I am
shape-shifted from nice
to mean.
Bang bang bang
goes my body against the
side of a bathroom door.
I don't know what you mean, I told her,
I have just lost my love for people.
My friends tell me,
'You must've had a good time
last night" When they see the
back scratches etched up my
spine.
If only they saw my tears
flowing free and wild
like a raging river from a poster
dentists put up in their offices
so little kids can pretend like pulling
teeth doesn't hurt when it happens
next to someplace peaceful.
What made you so mean?
The clang clang
crash of my head
against a wall and his
finger between my teeth
made me mean.
The taste of blood
under the covers
made me mean.
He made me mean.
I miss the subtle simplicity
summer sweet electricity
of my childhood julys.
When I counted the clouds
and made trees into palaces
with my mind.
Found time ties down my
imagination and chips away
at each childhood memory.
Replacing hot happy colors with
blue green and grey, laying
positivity sweetly to its grave
singing a song while sneering
at its body secretly.
That is why I am mean mom,
it is not because of you,
it is from the world, society
kills itself every day
Working ourselves to
death and shaming those
who take their own lives
early.
Pandemics freeze flash
millions of people's lives,
but in countless eyes
third world tragedy simply
doesn't exist.
Hyperconnectivity and
antidepressants define
my generation, what about yours?
And when he finally finished,
he ran out of the stall,
and into a crowded street,
without looking me in the eye.
That is why I am mean.
Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 4:26 PM UTC
She came from a broken home
She moved to New York to become an editor
He fled Belfast City to make his way as a fighter
After his brother was blown up in a car bombing
It was summertime when the ocean breeze
Climbs up the hills, flows through the fields into the trees.
He could see the harbour. He could see the city lights
The tall buildings, the millions of people
He was alone, lonely, alien, afraid.
Their paths intersected by mere chance
By the ball fields on the edge of town
Their eyes met each other
As a summer storm blew in over the field
The grey clouds rumbled
And rained down on them
They ran into the trees for cover
In their scant summer clothes.
Their heads turned slowly as their eyes met for a second time
The laughter started when he said the rain ruined his haircut
They embraced
They kissed
They made love in the rain
She took him back to her place and did it all over again
He moved into her apartment on the ugly side of town
They would talk about the state of things
The pandemics, the hysteria, the great writers
The music, the people they hated, the people they loved
They were at home with each other
One day he woke up to find
She had gone
And not left a single thing behind
No note, not even a goodbye
He never fought another fight
He drove around town for days chain smoking cigars
The ones she hated the smell of but told him he looked
He looked like a movie star when he smoked them
He went to the undertaker and asked if they did walk-ins.
He drove up the mountain
Where people dumped their garbage
He looked down the cliff to see the unwanted refuse.
“That’s me.” he said.
His body was never found
The undefeated fighter met his match.
She delivered the knockout punch.
Apr 12, 2020
Apr 12, 2020 at 3:58 AM UTC
Courage
It can be found
In unexpected moments
When someone rises
Up to meet the challenge
Either through actions
Or words
Or both
It can be someone
That stands up
Even when it’s hard
For what’s right
What we know deeply
In our hearts of hearts
Or someone that walks
Into danger to help
Or a healer helping the ill
Courage is everywhere
In adults and children
Around the world
There are those
That stand up
Speak out
Even when it’s difficult
Unpopular
They do it
At a time of turmoil
In the world
With pandemics
Wars
Unrest and violence
We need the courageous
More than ever
Mar 1, 2025
Mar 1, 2025 at 6:28 AM UTC
invisible
yet possibly deadly
it empties streets
makes us quarantine
cities regions nations
hits us unprepared
reminds us that pandemics
can also happen in our time
a few days ago I walked downtown
a strange quietness filled the air
made me react to noises and sounds
I had not even noticed
when streets were full with people and cars
even the wail of distant ambulance sirens
sounded louder and more ominous
I only saw occasional joggers
a few women airing their pet dogs
more bicycled food deliveries than usual
they hardly acknowledged my existence
glances did not meet
my friendly nods were rarely returned
we have all become solitary strangers
keeping their safe distance
Mar 25, 2020
Mar 25, 2020 at 12:53 PM UTC
They say real eyes realize real lies
Social improvement disguised as gentrification.
Pandemics and self contained isolation,
Still doesn't stop the industrialized racism of our nation.
It's like they want me to be black, without being black,
they say black is as beautiful as the night sky,
but at the same time will make comparisons to my skin being the same colour as under the bed
you made it so lay in it.
dont try to justify your actions though the scapegoat of ignorance.
Its not bliss, its blisters.
The ice and fire of your words cause a chemical reaction that is more than skin deep,
Internally screaming, angry tears from my third eye weep.
But better not make a sound or a peep
Being an angry black man can prove to be fatal.
Labeled as a criminal but our melanin deficient counterpart's are simply mentally unstable,
our innocence and resonable doubt was left in the cradle.
Our depression was only made aparent after the dissolution of our family was concieved post-natal,
but they still want us to be grateful?
surpirsed that the thoughts from the recessess of my mind are ones that are hateful,
thinking that these blanco diablos have nothing but ill itentions
serenading me with affection and attention, while simultaneously executing their decpetion
But.... real eyes realize real lies.
Aug 7, 2020
Aug 7, 2020 at 8:08 AM UTC
American Dream,
or better yet a nightmare?
Look at the numbers
Failure more likely
the statistics just don't lie
Just try to survive
Politics, crime rates
terrorist plots, pandemics
and everything else
Life is more about
protecting yourself more than
focusing on growth
A reality
we all must accept right now
It's the bitter truth
Sep 7, 2021
Sep 7, 2021 at 8:07 PM UTC
Today I feel a furious intensity
About two years, ago
Family members would always love to share
The news about the passing of someone
Either from the village, or someone, I once knew
I remember during our conversations; I would tense up
And asked of them not to called and give me bad news
Death is a daily reminder,
right up there on our calendars
When I was away, my neighbor
Call and told me, that someone was
Outside my door, all dress in black banging on my door
Right away my thoughts were
The Angel of Death, looking for me...
During these pandemics' day, he is all over the place
Like an Amazon Prime van, outnumbered by UPS trucks,
While the world is being shut down,
Some of the people, refused to give a rat ***
They still refusing the vaccines
Protecting themselves, or worried about this thing call death
Death will take us all, poets always write about it
As they convey things that other forms of expression can’t. Quote:
A man with outward courage dares to die; a man with inner courage dares to live. Lao Tzu
My motto for today is live each day as if it's your last.
Sep 14, 2021
Sep 14, 2021 at 3:41 PM UTC
Oh tea
How you comfort me
I want you pipping hot
Curse the day if you're not
Oh tea
How you know me better than most
You're with me through biscuits, curry and toast
Through the sadness and the jokes
Oh tea
We're together when my slumber breaks
Before and after afternoon naps
The solid, the broken and the cracked
You're my constant, that's a fact
Oh tea
You put your trust in me
Making you is an art, you see
My colleagues didn't understand
The severity that was in their hands
Oh tea
I'm sorry for the disrespect
For the long life milk and unsealed tubs
For the dust and 2 second snubs
The stained mugs and shrugs
Oh tea
You're the perfect friend
When my social skills have come to an end
Whether out ‘n’ about
Or on the couch all cosy and slouched
Oh tea
I take you everywhere
Without you? imagine the despair!
I must declare, you make me feel like a millionaire
A cup of you is like a prayer, without you I'd likely swear (a lot)
Oh tea
In a teapot, mug or cup
The choice is lucious enough
When someone comes through the door, the kettle goes on for sure
Oh tea
Through joy, celebration or pain
Disaster, pandemics or vain
Through loneliness or togetherness
You've always been so generous
Jan 27, 2021
Jan 27, 2021 at 10:05 AM UTC
Shannon sang:
Life is hard,
We have to change
Global pandemics and
Civil uprisings
Nothing will be the same
People in the streets
Voices carry
Did they hear us?
No justice,
No peace
An echo
Rubber bullets
Mace in the face
Independence day
All lives matter,
So they say
Girl in the green shirt
Costume covers
Grieving mothers
Life is hard,
We have to change
Jul 11, 2020
Jul 11, 2020 at 4:44 PM UTC