The Writer’s Lament

The Writer’s Lament

We are authors and poets

And we have all done it

Over and over again

Without learning our lesson

Coming up with an idea

When we sleep

When we eat

Or when we sit on the toilet

Then mere seconds later

We try to write our masterpiece

And the words are gone

The idea died in the shortest of time

Now, we live with pen and paper

A notebook

A store receipt

Anything we can write upon

We write our words down

Or maybe we just write a code

Anything to remind us of what we want to say

Then and only then we sit at our screens

And we write

That is our lives

Writing once and then again

Just to make sure our words are not lost

A Child's Art

A Child’s Art

I don’t want to go to any museums

I don’t care about the Mona Lisa

Or any work by Pablo Picasso

The works of the masters just don’t cut it

So, don’t make me look at Van Gogh

Just let me watch a child with a crayon

Watch their imagination flow onto the page

They are the true masters of the art world

Pureness, unspoiled by the images of others

Encourage them

Tell them how beautiful their work is

Hang it proudly on your fridge door

Keep it all your life

Then you can embarrass them when they create

When then paint their own Mona Lisa

Standing On The Edge

Standing On The Edge

I go to the edge every day

Sometimes it is just to enjoy the warm breeze

Other times I look down into the depths

Watching the birds gliding into the fog

In and out of the mists they play

I think about jumping to see how they feel

But, I talk myself out of it

I was not made to enjoy such pleasure

Still, I have so many questions

Why did God create such beauty

Who were the first people to see what I see

And what did they feel

But there is one question I have above all

I ask it every time I stand on the edge of this cliff

Maybe someday someone will tell me

What is on the other side

And how can I get there

The Death Of The Australian Farmer

The Death Of The Australian Farmer

Your family settled the farm

Bought the land

Built houses and barns

Raised crops for food

On the land you thought you owned

You said no when the mines came in

The land was yours

Still, they drilled and dug

Poisoned your air and water

Killed your crops and animals

Eventually, they used threats and abuse

Given by permission from Canberra

They angered you when your family left

They needed to get away

The miners made your life worse

As long as they were payed

The government didn’t care

They didn’t even care when you held a gun

And placed it against your head

A second later you died with tears in your eyes

Still, I don’t think Canberra will care

They will not stop taking farmer’s lands

Not unless they get paid to do it

Amelie’s Baby

Amelie’s Baby

You know that you were her best friend

She carried you everywhere she went

You slept with her and helped her through the night

She told you the secrets that no one else would ever know

You were the first to have makeup put on

She wanted you to be as beautiful as she was

You went with her to kindergarten

And you went with her to most summer camps

She told you about her first kiss and going to the prom

And you knew when she met her one special boy

You were the love of her life

But, times change and so did she

She married and had a family who replaced you

You were placed in a box in the attic

Forgotten for days, months, years, even a lifetime

One day she will find you again

The smile she loved so much still spreading across your face

She will hold you as tightly as she used to

And she will tell you about a new little girl

Her newest granddaughter was just born

And she knows that she will need a friend as she grows up

She also knows that Amelie will be a good mother to you

Just as she was so long ago

I Don’t Want To Be Human

I Don’t Want To Be Human

I am truly disgusted

When did humans become animals

Killing the people who protect us

Shooting innocent people

People killing students in school

Others killing in social places

Or even people just walking down the street

Religion has become a killing point

Sexual persuasion is also targeted

Or even just the color of your skin

We were not created for this

God, Allah or the others

They strove for peace and love

Every life matters

Everyone has the right to live

Without fear of being killed for no reason

I am truly disgusted

As long as we keep killing each other

I don’t want to be a human anymore

Homelessness

Homelessness

I have been there

Sleeping in a car

In the heat of summer

In the cold of winter

I took naps on park benches

Or on the grass in a local park

Walking the streets

Wearing clothes that can’t be washed

Wondering what you are going to eat

And where you are going to find it

I saw people staring at me

Whispering between themselves

Laughing in my face

No one cared

No one even asked how I was

I was there, but I wasn’t

I just wished someone would have seen me

Looked at me and said hello

Maybe, I would have smiled

And felt alive even if just for a moment

I Missed You

I Missed You

I was asleep when you left

You never said goodbye

I looked for you

I slept on your pillows

Just to smell your scent

I played with your best shirt

But, you were gone forever

And I missed you badly

After so much time I laid on the couch

Just looking out of the window

I never saw the kids next door

Or the cat running through the yard

I just wanted to see your car

I waited forever until you came home

I jumped and kissed your cheek

I went and got my rope to play

But, there is something I have to tell you

I missed you so badly it hurt

So, I left you a gift to remind you I was here

Just do not ever get your slippers

You may not like what you find

But, even after you get my gift

Just remember I will always love you

The Mighty King

The Mighty King

You were born to a royal family

Who wandered through the forest

They cared about the animals

And the fauna which covered the ground

You became respected by all who saw you

Those who watched you as you grew

You became stronger

More agile and braver with each day

Then you took the throne from your father

Becoming the protector of the forest

Look over your kingdom young king

See what nature has given you

Rule wisely and fairly

Have courage and wisdom

And you will be a mighty king

The Man She Buried

The Man She Buried

She buried her husband decades ago

He died fighting a needless war

Held prisoner for so many years

He wrote to her every day

Yet, she never heard a word

Her two children never knew their father

They were told stories

But, they never knew for sure

Over time she lived her life

As he became a distant memory

The a day came when a canvas bag arrived

A thousand letters were poured onto the floor

Each one was sent from a cage in Hanoi

Addressed to her, but never sent

She read each one through tear-filled eyes

And as the last letter was put back in the envelope

She fell in love one again

And again she mourned the man she buried so long ago

Dedicated To Rolling Acres Mall

Dedicated To Rolling Acres Mall

You were so beautiful at one time

I remember looking forward to seeing you

To go to the movies

Get something to eat

Or maybe buy a new pair of shoes

I remember watching kids play

Splashing in your fountain

Yet, everything must come to an end

I saw empty hallways and darkened shops

Except for one store with a single man

He was trying to keep your heart beating

Trying to keep you alive

But he could not do enough

So, after years of neglect

Broken windows

Water and snow pouring in

You became a rotting corpse

Still, we will remember you for who you were

Not what you became

A Worthless Piece Of Paper

A Worthless Piece Of Paper

240 years ago

A paper was written

Signed by intelligent men

Casting out an imperial king

It created a country

The likes of which the world had never seen

Gave every person rights

To life, liberty and happiness

But, that was so long ago

Over time it has changed

Watered down and corrupted

Politicians have twisted it

Warped it to fit their needs

To benefit the rich

And punish the poor

A paper that used to be a national treasure

Now, it is a joke

Not worth the paper it was written on

And that is how it will remain

As long as people won’t stand up

And be counted

Solitude

Solitude

I want a place of solitude

No people around

No sounds of cars or trucks

No upsetting news of the world

Just the sounds of the breezes

Birds singing in the branches

Baby animals wanting their mothers

I want the scent of wildflowers

The smell of fresh air

The visions of clouds drifting above

I want a place to think

To come up with new ideas

Ones the universe had never dreamed

I want a bench surrounded by nature

A place man has not ruined

I want a place of solitude

A place where I am just me