For my arms are quite extended
as I look out upon the sea blue
in my years I never intended
to let it slip right on through.
the days are overwhelming
in fluids that are made of dew
the nights they are never ending
& in the gloom the moon is too.
I am but a quiet forager
looking for the inevitable clues,
I find the rocks are getting heavier
hiding answers in nature’s glue.
bring a voice of champions to my ear
I will present no angels or sorrow too
but listen eagerly waiting to hear
the verses that burst right on through.
agony in transition from year to year
is like staging a protest in a zoo
plenty of voices to chew on here
but don’t mock the animals nor me nor you.
deep-seated frights & suspicions
keep us tied to our churches & anew
listless lengthy tomes of chanting
bring no relief – just too much to do.
6th Feb ‘06
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Pete the Poet (Pseudonym) (
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Oh these are troubled times. A poem that makes a statement about how things are. Well done
I see the write was written a while ago, which confirms in this write how little over time things have changed, enjoyed the read
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