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Category Archives: Rhymed Verse

Mindless Puppet

They pluck your strings so expertly.
They wind you up like toys.
Until these grown adults become
Unruly girls and boys.
Their inflammatory language
Manipulates your fears.
Must you stay a mindless puppet
Or can you keep your reason clear?

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Blocked

The front is blocked by pain.
The back is barred by pride.
The left and right are long-closed doors
And none can see inside.


Rose-colored Eyes

One big happy family
Of false smiles and lies,
Claiming to love
Those they truly despise,
Fooling the children
Until they grow wise:
A world they couldn’t see
With their rose-colored eyes.


All the Stories: Happy Early Thanksgiving!

All the stories are false
And all the stories are true
From happy children’s books
To the dark historic view.
What humans se versus
What humans write –
What humans believe
And why humans fight.
While not grateful for all
This messy world stew
I’m grateful to have one,
Whatever truth’s view.


What a Ball

An agony of politeness holding you in thrall.
Is it too early to go right now?
If it gets too late, should I go at all?
Should I be first and hang out alone?
Or should I delay? Are these heels too tall?
The cycle starts and spins and falls –
Preparation for fun. Oh joy. What a ball.


Sneaking Silence

With sneaking silence
Small hands reach for the wooden edge,
Pulling up to unsteady feet
Until dark eyes can get a peek
At sugary gold in its crystalline cage.
The tiny hands then hold and wait,
Wait for the chance to set it free
When no adults can hear or see.


Currents

A bubble in the river,
A tiny froth of foam,
Pushed and rushed and jostled
Through a world it does not know.
It has no oar to steer with
Nor hands nor feet to try,
And so it floats in the hands of fate,
In currents aimed and blind.


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