pop's poetry

Author: Pop’s Poetry

  • unsaid

    unsaid

    I’m not sure you’re listening
    to the unsaid and unheard
    conversation that is happening
    between moments in the noise
    that surrounds every moment

    I’m not sure you’re hearing
    what seems so loud around you
    in the dance around the obvious
    thoughts that hang in the silence
    between the known and unknown

    I’m not sure you know what is
    right in the memories so deep
    and the moments that drift
    by every time you ponder a
    future that can never come

    I’m not sure, so we still wait
    and watch for a time to say
    what is unsaid and unheard
    until a quiet moment appears
    and allows silence to speak

  • class war

    class war

    The oligarchs have the masses so focused on the gender, religion and race wars, that most are oblivious to the class war happening which will keep the middle and lower classes poorer and weaker forever as the rich take over our government. It’s time for a revolution which starts with knowing that the problem is not those who don’t look like us or love like us, or those that don’t have faith like ours or family like ours.

    The problem is in the premise that those with the money should have the power. This revolution is not unique. It has been played out for millennia in countries all over the world. Our unique opportunity is that we can see it and stop it before the oligarch takeover is fully complete. We need to stop the division and the rhetoric that fuels it and recognize the lies that are so thick they have cloaked the true path and choked our true voices. Now is the time to walk that true path and regain our true voices.

    To paraphrase Ghandi – Be the revolution you want to see in America.

  • the theory of everything

    the theory of everything

    The road not taken
    May have been
    May still be
    A path I’m on
    Step by step
    In no direction
    In a different dimension
    I may be a poet
    Or a shepherd
    Given the choice
    Taking a chance
    Peeking inside
    The cloak of dark matter
    The coiled worlds
    Outside my vision
    In a different dimension
    I may be a gardener
    Or a physicist
    My strings slowly vibrate
    Ready to create
    Beyond what I see
    Through the looking glass
    The waves reach
    Undulating universes
    In different dimensions
    I may not be
    At all


    Tip of the hat to Michio Kaku

  • seasonal creeks

    seasonal creeks

    full after a storm
    muddy and messy
    a beautiful glimpse
    of abundance
    and impermanence
    may I be that
    this day

  • away

    away

    Let your feet take you where your mind slows down
    When the world around you is too much to bear
    And the people surrounding you don’t seem to care
    Let your feet take you far, to a quiet place go

    Let your feet take you where emotions are calmed
    When your worry mounts up and you’re filled with doubt 
    Find solace in the wild space that you seek out
    Let your feet take you far, to a peaceful place go

    Let your feet take you where your soul can rest
    When anxiety builds and dark thoughts start seething
    Bring nothing with you but your presence and breathing
    Let your feet take you far, to a placid place go

    Let your feet take you where nature can heal
    When your heart is heavy and the pain is too much
    Hear the wind in the trees, feel its soft gentle touch
    Let your feet take you far, to a secret place go