Monday, June 26, 2017
Ten years from now, what issues in our news
Will disappear, no longer troubling us?
If I could pick, there’s one foremost I’d choose
So we’d no longer have such strain and fuss.
First off, of course, I’d start with dreadful war,
The worst of all the evils in the world,
Which only lunatics would not deplore,
A state where we’re in endless terror hurled,
A fundamental cause of which is greed,
The lust for power and supremacy,
From which by only love may we be freed
So we may live in health and harmony.
What would it take to bring about this state?
The sanity to choose love over hate.
Sunday, June 25, 2017
“When e’re he made a meme,
It raised his self esteem.”
The quote above occurred to me last night
While I had pen and paper near to write
Beside my bed, as often I will do
When thoughts occur that later I’ll pursue,
Though sometimes what I meant is enigmatic,
Like radio transmissions marred by static.
While often inconvenient, still these clues
Are messages to treasure from my Muse
And by the light of day to weave into
The fabric of a verse for pleasing you,
Dear reader, meant to elevate your mood.
(This meme, though, had been better unpursued.)
Saturday, June 24, 2017
OUR INCIPIENT SAPIENCE
For all that we’ve discovered and invented
Throughout the course of human history,
Though some of it must surely be lamented,
Much will be praised by all posterity.
Whatever’s served the purposes of war
And other kinds of deviant aggression
We must amend and earnestly deplore,
While making love our paramount profession.
That sapience for which we’re doubly named
Has yet to manifest itself outright,
And till we well express what we’ve proclaimed,
We shall remain our planet’s shameful blight.
Now is the time for humans to arrive
At wisdom that can keep us all alive.
Friday, June 23, 2017
The “VIDEO” bird is chirping lustily,
While up above a Cessna’s drone drifts off,
And now a 707 descends toward me
With others soon to follow, still aloft,
And all this morning ruckus keeps me from
Discovering a poem of any worth,
Leaving my stifled Muse abused and dumb,
Once copious but now, alas, in dearth.
But hark! A sudden stillness has descended,
And maybe now my Muse may reappear—
Perhaps this vast cacophony has ended
And now a channel to the Source is clear.
A single warbler tweets, as if to say,“The stage is yours: you may begin your play.”
Wednesday, June 21, 2017
What next in evolution might emerge
On planet Earth will doubtless be our doing,
And maybe even now we’re on the verge
Of what is worthiest for our pursuing.
What would that be but further to enhance
That sapience for which we’re doubly named,
Amounting to our noblest advance
Beyond the follies for which we’ve been blamed.
Wisdom indeed is our implicit goal,
What every human should be striving for;
Without attaining that we can’t be whole,
Yet finally achieving it, we’ll soar,
The highest state we hope to realize
Is mastering the art of being wise.