pop's poetry

Category: philosophy

  • sunday morning

    smiling faces, bubbling laughter
forest mists, still quietness
twinkling eyes, breathless whispers
serving hands, kind words
unexpected grace, unfettered love
lives of purpose, eulogies of peace
in the familiar is the divine

  • the scottish tao

    Contentment without complacency - aye, there's the rub in it laddie!

  • leave a tip

    Considering, but not knowing
what may come after this life,
I find it vainly and vapidly fruitless
to hunger for perfect pie in the sky
and oddly calming to think of
pushing back from the table
when my life's holy purpose
is sanely and sapidly consumed.
There is peace in believing:
life is the bountiful feast
and death, just a gratuity.

  • sunday projects

    Creating something from scrap wood
found in my garage amidst the tools,
wanting to be given a name.
A table,
for the cat,
a cat table,
she must have.
The little black kitty can eat in peace
above the reaches of dog breath
away from the thieving blue jays.
Out of sight,
in a dark corner,
a perfect setting,
for stealth meals.
Hand sawn with tools new and old,
the creation comes to life from a sketch
on the last of wrinkled graph paper.
A table,
for the cat,
a cat table,
she won't like.

  • something new

    in a new pair of shoes or moving rhubarb to a sunnier location and shopping for new glasses (I really wanted round ones) it's obsessively obvious that I like change though that's not entirely true because I actually love it as long as I think the change is for the better or at least status quo in terms of making a difference even though there is some comfort in the routine things of life like plum blossoms and paychecks and smoothies and sunrises I have to say that not being able to change the every day on any day makes me think of wanting to part my head from my body so I can be free from the monotony of the endless rote happening around me although I know a bodyless head and a headless body would also get boring as well as being fairly ineffective so I keep some of the rut walking going while I let my imagination leave my sensibilities every moment I can and before the path I'm on gets too deep in the ground from the terminal back and forth I jump out and dance for a bit in the sun