pop's poetry

Category: Society

  • missed minutes of heaven

    That time you drove past the single mom
Changing a tire in the rain
You didn’t stop to help
And missed a few minutes of palpable joy
Or when you scolded the dad at the store
Buying last minute diapers
With a screaming child
And brought hell into play for your own peace
And the time your child needed comfort
After being laughed at in school
Instead you quoted
A long dead maxim that ignored opportunity
You open a door that is quickly slammed
When you rush intimacy
Into gratification without gentleness
And the chance to whisper love instead of shout
You miss minutes of heaven every day
When you are not present
Not looking for moments
To bring joy and love to the world you have
May you see that you have enough heaven
To last for eternity
In your moments on earth
Time only matters in the realm of kindness

  • the death of eternity

    When eternity dies
We must seek out wisdom
Present justice is elevated
Legacy becomes paramount
When eternity dies
Peace can be conceived
Hope will be in the present
Faith grows from knowledge
Love is formed from inside out
When eternity dies
Today is reborn

  • essence

    The waves are the sea
each different yet the same
rising and falling
The soldiers are us
each different yet the same
rising and falling
Wars will not bring peace
each memory is held close
falling then rising
Peace will not bring wars
when memory is held true
rising and rising
The soldiers are us
each different yet our own
falling and falling
The waves are the sea
each different yet the same
spent on the same shores

  • 24 hours of meditation

    Under the Ombré Sky
The first light
Like the power of love
Awakens the world
The sunrise
Like the power of understanding
Defeats the darkness
The noonday sun
Like the power of peacefulness
Warms the earth
The sunset
Like the power of letting go
Closes a chapter
The last light
Like the power of mindfulness
Clears the way
The midnight moon
Like the power of compassion
Embraces the darkness

  • time warp

    I don’t even remember November
what the hell is happening
why does time need to speed
there’s a warp all of the sudden
in minutes
in decency
in frequency
of mindless things
so now we surrender December
the white flag already raised
to the onslaught we’ve wrought
by rushing to the next thing
and neglecting, not protecting
each precious moment
to create a world mindful and kind full
we can pause what’s happening
and step off this dreadful treadmill
opening up to peace and
to breathing
instead of seething
before these moments pass