To the poetry ~
© Jon Corres Pirate Poet 2020
A living requiem, the monument stand silent
The Day is etched upon the minds
Plaques before the statues
The sun shines for no one
Spirits in revelry
Dancing to a nameless tune
Music for the departed
Frozen like the lakes in winter
Skyscrapers, obelisks to a forgotten god
Prayers never answered
Whispers in the alley ways
More of a breeze to quell the emptiness
What more a feeling
Signs to nowhere
A sale for yesterday
A dynasty for centuries, outliving the builders memories
Trees where once were fields
Rattling wood in favour of
Long gone dreams
To the second..
Destiny sings, calls the weary
Fate winds its threads, prepares to weave
As chance would have it
There’s no telling where or what
For a gamble or a garment
Tis a price we hold too dear
What landscape are we left to?
What blank canvas comes
Where does the brush stroke fall?
How dark will our portrait begin
Have we in it to take command
Lay a landscape we can present
To our progeny leave to celebrate or lament
Flashing before our eyes
Just a moment to ponder
A second to exist
My Rant – as brief as it is…
Can we cut with the ” things “? Emotions, ideas and concepts have names for reason!
Could we all please cut down on offence sensitivity? If your goal is live alone on the brink of disaster in constant paranoia; We already have those!
They’re called the Alt Right.
End of Rants ~
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Live Long and Prosper ~ bow ~
~ The Pirate Poet