pop's poetry

Year: 2019

  • one day of peace

    The noise is unbearable
I cover my weary ears, which doesn’t help at all
Every source is switched off
Yet the ceaseless sounds of war still rage on at will
This isn’t about guns
Though the sound of rapid fire wont dissipate
It’s not just politics
Though the endless voices won’t ever hesitate
A still small voice
Inside us all that is drowned out by the clutter
Can only be heard
When peace is found with who we call the other
One day of peace
That’s all I ask so that to the presence, we can open
One day it will come
But I fear it will be when there is no one left to listen

  • copper dog

    We released you Copper Dog
To join with the interbeings
Giving your one-eyed wisdom
Like a salty-dog pirate
To your crew of raccoons and opossums
And the rag tag kittens of pets past
You released us Copper Dog
And embraced the great unknown
To clear it for us of anything
That would run at the Great Bark
Sounded across the vastness
Echoing forever in our hearts
You were loved Copper Dog
With the fluffy hair and floppy ears
Always generous with a welcome home
Always stingy with a meaty bone
Never quiet with a stranger
Never shy with a friend
We were loved by Copper Dog
And changed by knowing him
Learning to smell the breeze
For what is coming next
And to search for the smallest opening
To chase after joy

  • wisdom

    Wisdom is not accomplished
It is earned
Not by listening to the same
But different
Opening up new sources
And new minds
To mine the riches found
In diversity
Of culture, of gender, of spirit
Outside yourself
And what you think you know
To what you don’t
Then applying that knowledge
To make peace

  • walking together

    Stepping into the unknown, unburdened, unaware
Of what will come, what will be, what we’ll do
As a community of lovers and haters, dreamers and dividers
Hoping things will change to stay the way they’ve always been
I take a breath and let it out - take a breath and let it out
Knowing the only changes we can make are internal and externally
Different attitudes and actions, be-attitudes and me-actions
Making things change - to be the kind humans the world needs
Kind humans, the world needs - more of this and less of that
Which makes us isolate and contemplate our own desires
Rather than the needs of the billions less fortunate - be more consulate
Kindness is the answer, Love is the cure, let’s walk together in this

  • echo

    It’s an echo in the dark that no one started.
That panic that wakes you in the middle of the night,
Sitting upright, heart racing, listening for any sound,
Then realizing, it’s the damn middle of the night,

There’s nothing wrong, right now, right here.
But, so much is falling apart that we’re currently holding
Together with bailing wire and duct tape. Sheer will
Keeps the wall up that is crumbling and cracking,

I know that sounds weak and quite psychotic.
That’s me at 1:05 in the morning, as I get up to pee
And check the locks and the deserted driveway
Hoping against hope that everyone is safe in bed,

Climbing back into bed, I’m also hoping to sleep.
“Hope is not a strategy,” some guy said once.
But to hell with that guy, when simple hope is all
You have to keep you going after strategies fail,

Trying to clear my mind, I read another chapter,
Then count sheep, or down from 100 by threes.
I watch the hours pass on the clock and the moon
Passes by the window as morning light subtly comes,

I join the masses these days, anxiously robbed of sleep.
Day comes, ready or not, and tags me to be next
In line at the stop light and at the conference table.
I’m trying hard to stay awake. Really? Now sleep comes?