Those hidden lies
breed louder cries,
deception setting in
What’s birthed in darkness
kills in light,
exposing deeper sins
The poison fostered
regent’s tale,
its message civic spun
For us to swallow
not to chew,
inscripted zero-sum
(The New Room: July, 2022)
Strange Days
You can’t burn out
if not on fire
You can’t be hurt
without desire
You can’t be found
if never lost
You’ll never melt
without a frost
Your memory void
without a thought
You’re never freed
if never caught
You’ll never plant
without a seed
You need the words
to have a creed
The past depends
on present spent
The pawn shop thrives
on items lent
The morning lost
without the night
The truth abeyant
—wrong or right
(The New Room: July, 2022)
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I liked this poem, it had a message and a really good flow to it.
Thanks Raven.
Well done Kurt!
Thanks Tallisman.
'A Vegan lawyer
that feeds
on broken souls, by the hour
Nature lover's
People haters,
Life's champions
Universe's disparagers..
Duality, is supreme
in our tendencies
While we strive
for monogamy
in our ideologies and perspectives
our
loyalties, sold to the highest bidder
meanwhile empathy, is devalued
till, suffering's inflation
has us kneeling, in search
of that same, little mercy
we were too busy, to offer
willingly...'
Commonalities of Duality
in our Tale of collectivist
individuality's, Regal conformity..
(as always, just a privilege
to read your elegant poetry
forgive me for attempting
another feeble poetic reply
I just find your words, too
inspiring
to simply read and move-on..
thanks for choosing to share)
sorry
I like "commonalities of duality."
Thanks so much
Kurt
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