A Problem
God who can do anything
Never made my mother sing
In tune while standing by the pew.
Things that even he can't do.
Like letting peace replace the pain
In a hapless, troubled brain.
Dedicated shrinks it's true
Do their best, at least a few.
All the rest are more content
To get the money for the rent
On their condo in the east
Where a fence keeps out the beast.
They little care and lesser know,
Regardless how they spend their dough.
10-13-13
Keats
Among the weeds some flowers grew
Frequently. And this was Keats.
A perfect topic for a song -
Confectioner of nature's sweets
Caught in art, but not, as he declared,
From simple observation -
Rather that he saw them in
His mind's imagination.
3-7-13
Keats & God
People like to feel things.
Russell liked to think.
Sex and war are real things.
Buddy, have drink!
The Keatses died aborning.
John is in a tomb.
Nature gave no warning.
His flower was in bloom.
Keats procured his magic
From before The Fall.
To understand his adjec-
Tives, don't think at all.
His pontifications
Explain the way he wrote.
Some imaginations
Make beauty of great note.
I hate the world I live in.
I hate my fellow man
Who will never give in.
Nature has no plan.
3-13-13
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