The Trouble With The World

Honesty


I believe in honesty, not truth.
Truth changes every second generation.
Intelligence is saying what I see.
Greater depth takes thought and that is
Usually wrong.
Protean and nebulous,
Truth is like a flame,
Flickering and beautiful
And bending in a breeze.
But honesty is not a battle cry.
And gentleness and happiness
Are better than the truth.
Phony and pretentious, I write
Poems out of thought,
Not instruction or belief.  And like a fist
Of mud upon a window in the rain,
I describe a world I cannot see.


3-12-14

Feelings


Censor your feelings, dismember your song.
Be whole.  The soul cannot be wrong.
Dredge up a feeling from rain-moistened ground,
Then put it in ornaments, rhythm and sound.
Lie in the darkness and swallow the night,
Living emotions – doing what's right.


3-12-14

 The Trouble With The World


The trouble with the world is people think,
Misinterpret someone, and attack,
Too much independence and a
Paucity of love.
People need,
And change their lovers monthly.
Mouths that lie disorient the world.
It's easier to hate a person
Than to understand him.
Understanding is a guessing game.

3-12-13


Rupert Brooke


The only perfect poet I have
Read is Rupert Brooke,
Native language natural,
Words in perfect compliments.
An errant mind in sweet intelligence!


3-12-14














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