Fool’s Paradise

Men with the most
have the least.
Men with the least
have the most.
Contradictory terms
I agree
yet allow me to teach
you will see
what it is I mean
how happiness is so near
if only we stop
really stop
disconnect
enjoy all life.
In a time strife with war
mental health issues
racism revival
divisive tactics by world leaders
all intended to drive the common man apart.
Further apart
devils can dance without due
no one will notice
as they all yell
wanting their voice heard
in this time of panic.
Delighted chuckles
roasting pigeons over a burning court
embers glowing
consuming life
redesigning the world under one.
Have you ever noticed
that the ones who want to help
really help
speak with words
whispered upon the wind
scattered to be heard by all.
Do you hear that?
Sparkling chimes.
Please hear.
And if you have
had you also noticed
those who would destroy
who play deadly games
scream
shout
beating their chests like Kong the Ape.
Do you hear that?
Screaming missiles.
Please I beg
unplug your ears.
You came…..
clawed your way across crystal dale
battered through wicked gale
survived all that came you way
to ask advice of me.
We have become lost.
We equate happiness with money
with how many things we have
with how much it cost.
Our children are no longer children
becoming victims
aggressors
so young
where has the innocence gone?
Spearing sadness
tears gather
falling hard.
Shaking my head
lips pursed
to keep from shouting out.
There is no easy answer.
There is nothing I can say.
My only advice…..
be the gentle touch
lead by example
with marked kindness.
Maybe others will follow.
Most won’t.
But in this way 
there is still a small hope. 
©Sept. 7/19
Picture one of mine from
2019 Matlock Beach

Word of the Day Challenge-Untitled Poem #38

Watch
circling the air
smell the brimstone
the devil’s aroma
seeping beneath doors
through windows
deadly seduction
whispers
it can all be made anew.
Sorcery
beguiling
beautiful
trembling before the massive body
only one can tame the rumbling beast
only one can subdue vicious desires.
Sleep dear one.
Slumber until needed.
A day will come
the lands will call
your voice
rises in trumpeting sorrow
lands will bleed
broken beneath your wings.
Superstition has it
evil you are
yet how could such beauty
such agility
such grace
be the mark of terror
not the ascending glory
saviour for the masses.
Traitors will burn
flames reducing to ashes
broken bodies of enemies.
Hear dragon screams
shudder in fear
for here
an avenger
soaring through the skies
harbinger of doom
for all those who lie.
©July 8/19
Picture via Pinterest

Untitled Poem of the Day #26

Crimson tides
blood running through the streets
sacrifice
pray to god
that the heavens shall hold
evil will not win
redemption is nigh.
Already won
evil wears the mask….. 
businessman
entrepreneur
liar
thief
despot
tsar
megalomaniac
tyrant…..
the list
the names
written in the annals of history
destined to be repeated
as each one escalates
propaganda to fill the minds
of those looking for
a reason to blame
to fault
all others unlike themselves
for their desire to roost on the sidelines
price paid
dues given
without their so much as lifting a finger.
bold
scarce
these men
these women
would kill this world
remade in their images.
Blasphemy!
Placing their wants
their demands
their belief
their entitlement to air
forgetting…..
there are those who watch
who wait
who will take them down
with nothing more
than cracked codes
their very own egos
misused powers
a rising of people ready 
able
wanting
to make the world better.
 
March 12/19

Home

Standing upon the mountain top
the world at my feet
watching the eagles soar above
while the wind plays catch with me.
I see the past
when times were easier?
No not easier
all times are hard
but simpler.
We did not worry about ice caps melting
deforestation
legalization of hunting endangered animals
our worries were small compared to today.
It vexes me
it should vex you too
that we are killing our planet
our very lives
with poor choices
and the wants of a few
superceding those many
who make smart choices
for the care of our world.

History Repeats

Pails of gold

filled with

silver of the sheep

counted with

fingers tinted green

with greed

with madness.

Voices raised

passion made

‘hear me and obey’

struggling out

from heavy hand

roaring with rage.

Emphatically

denounce the tyrants

fists raised

statements made

never to be blind again.

Photo by Jon Tyson on Unsplash

 

 

Unable

I sit

silent and tired

unable to give

unable to feel

anything any more.

I watch the world spin out of control.

Blinders are no help.

Ear plugs

they do not silence the screams

of torture

of hatred

of a lust for power

never before seen.

I am frazzled

at my wit’s end

watching our world implode.

I wonder

as tears slowly seep

when did it become so………

 

Picture via: https://lifesmart2017.blog/2017/11/17/why-is-the-world-imploding/

 

 

Desperate Reverie

With desperate reverie
I swim the seas of my life
hoping I will reach the buoy in the distance
before drowning in sorrow.
Nightmares and fears
bleak and barren
they follow me across this land
where am I going?
When will I find the sunrise
that claims my soul
that clears my mind
that eases the pain that clings
like sticky strands of webbing
holding me in place.
I crave peace
I crave happiness
I crave a life that can be lead
with assurance and confidence.
I stand upon the mountain top
staring at the expanse before me
snow covered tops
green valleys beneath.
Here at last I can take a deep breath
I can finally believe
that the best is before me
and the past has been laid to rest.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen