There are too many choices;
that stifle every day,
dangerous revving motor cars
upon mind’s motorway,
yet, when it comes to core;
the weird and wonderful,
haven’t got a chance in Hell
for we just choose to fall,
our nods of recognition,
could brighten ever colour,
where warming hug; is not a rape;
making goodness shudder,
recycling norm and nasty,
retains our place in line,
to love the most in war; does mean
our deaths; can’t be divine,
sheep don’t ask the questions,
thus, change has no attention,
resulting in; a sad label
named: traitors of retention;
but we can be the healers;
it’s not weird; to care,
so, why remain so nasty,
and own; all that is bare?
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Author:
AuburnScribbler (
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- Comment from author about the poem: When it comes to our core operation as a species, why is there such a habitual repetition of the "norm and nasty", and the "weird and wonderful" always gets snubbed? In order for a positive change to occur, there has to be a redefine and redesign, a big spring clean, to get rid of all the things, that we clearly know to be damaging, and replace them with some much needed refreshment. If this can be achieved, we can live in a time, where it's so easy to live, and so hard to die. Alas, with certain dangerous misplaced prides, that massage more hate; in the here and now, we sadly live in a time, where it is so easy to die, and so hard to live! The banner picture, of the note pad and pen, symbolises a blank canvas, a canvas that hopefully can be the base; of a long overdue reboot. I hope that you enjoy the poem, I really do hope for any improvement, and as always, please do stay safe everyone.
- Category: Reflection
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Oh, you know, Ben. It's not fashionable. You stated the case nicely, we could enjoy it in discussion over a pot of tea with biscuits, where being kind is an item to consider. If it takes more effort to be, it's still worth it. Who needs applause? We truly wanted what? If our pride could be silenced we'd be thankful for love. Now I've gone rambling too much.
Beautifully rendered with a subtle poignancy and excellent details. Thank you for sharing.
Thanks for the read, for favouriting this poem, and for your heart-cuddling words yet again, they are very much appreciated.
I would very much enjoy such a conversation over a cuppa or a blackcurrant squash. Applause would be nice still, but it seems that the "thunder claps" that ensue all over the globe, are for the same erroneous, dangerous, repeated reasons. Also, there is no need for your implied apology for rambling, we shall rant away Cheeky Missy! For all to hear!
Thanks again, and I hope that all is well.
To have a truly caring world would be phenomenal Ben. We can but hope.
Andy
Thanks for the read Andy, and though there is hope, it is only potential.
We can have such a world, if bland, unimaginative dangerous repetition, can be replaced by, corrective and welcoming refreshment. Sheep who wait for a new "Messiah", are so wrong to pass on such a responsibility. Such a beautiful change for the better, could be the result of a "collective effort", where such a long overdue unity can be the way, to repair both ourselves and a broken world. But, as we have said, and keep on saying, there is but hope!
Thanks again, and I hope that all is well.
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