No finer word, is ever said,
when silence, takes the stage,
for heated text, spills the red,
turns the love, to rage,
but oral seems, to be the reign,
as many take the knee,
to taste the swill, of such a pain,
repeat vocabulary,
flags of many colours rise,
to put the green, in shade,
truth is now made of lies,
much pride is on parade,
thus, talk instructs, quiet reflects,
our sugar is the vote,
and when our active zeal ejects,
it makes our antidote.
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Author:
AuburnScribbler (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I think it’s fair to say, that when it comes to the activity on Earth, our species does too much, and that in most cases, such overactivity causes an awful lot of unnecessary tension and grief. Thus, in a somewhat John Wilmot “stylee”, to echo a certain disregard for popular opinion, instead of his “Against Constancy”, I present you; my “Upon Overactivity”, that acts a little reminder, to try to find some time to kick back, and to be judicious in your actions, hence, endeavouring not to flippantly add to an already out of control fire. The banner picture, which to me looks like fast traffic, is a clear visual representation of the oh so dangerous "rushing around without thinking" way of operating, that our species has so stubbornly cemented into the system. I hope that you enjoy the poem, I hope that you are able to find the time, and indeed mindset to relax in such testing times, and as always, please do stay safe everyone.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
True words Ben, that silence in life can be a great healer to us all.
Andy
Thanks for the read Andy, and yes, when it comes to healing reflection, silence is golden, but noise is grey.
I hope that all is well.
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