Quicksand…
You watch I watch none of us are seeing,
there is no great picture of knowledge
where it all comes together.
Like the water in your coffee energised
by the swirling of a hand, pooled so rapidly
then to die just like our forever.
We aim to be happy finding life like a
new day just gone, feeling so small like
the vast sea compared to our yawn.
But we live in our world ignoring others
requests, sorry no help here we’re not
really gods creation, life is not a set
of tests.
Television grinds at the edge of my nerves,
a world cup played on the backs of the poor.
Is this all that love and loyalty deserves,
they won’t be going sightseeing that’s for sure.
The oily smell on denim gives rise to bile,
superstars chasing more fame also big dough.
I gag you laugh that was never your style,
not much to see where shanty’s used to grow.
The mountain Ghetto’s they’ve lost their charm,
cops or robbers promising loads of trouble.
Oh yes they intend to do us so much harm,
those earning money will step over the rubble.
Still you keep mixing the world awaits a cake
why haven’t we been together loving in a while
Picking up a pitcher you give life another shake,
every step in our quicksand feels like a mile.
I feel like you and I, everything is futile,
drinking coffee I listen to my heart thunder.
The news isn’t good our soldiers aren’t so sterile,
does all that we have really matter, I wonder?
Comments
Roscoe
The word Hypocrisy springs to mind, and your piece has portrayed it well though In think that you were to easy on those that are really criminals.
A long time ago I use to say that there were children dying just down the road from a building where they decorated in gold, then the cattle that pass a dying child on a street in some far off land.
Hence my piece on the UN and how it was Unable to do anything and how religion was the worse thing that happened to humons.
Well written young Man and go well, Yours Ian.T
PS:- (life not a set of tests) this line part needs some TLC.
Thank you,
Thank you for your comments, i will fix that line right now. Regards Roscoe...
I second your thought, Ian
on what this poem has portrayed.'
anger over an unjustice being done is reaching out to humanity
when one lose that anger and turns a blind eye on others' plight
one is losing a piece of oneself and the heart turns colder
i say if one refuse to see than one is better of being blind
for what use are our eyes if they cannot acknowledge truth?
if one refuse to feel for another's life than what's the use of a heart?
selfishness only breeds enmity and prejudice, that's no way to live!
if one does not think of others, how can the future be better?
how can we hope to paint beauty for our future generation
when we are losing our own heart in the name of self-preservation
Alid
Thank you,
Thank you for your very kind comments. Love Roscoe...
Well put Roscoe, you could
Well put Roscoe, you could always spin a yarn about things well,
how we agree, and are the lucky ones who can write about such things,
one eye on the blue sky, and the green landscape, giving us inner
sustenance despite all the mayhem going on around us.
Love Ann.
Thank you,
Thank you Ann, it's really nice to hear from you . Love Roscoe..
The first good poem I have read in 22 poems.
Rosco, you are a true poet with word skills and elegant expression.
Kudo
Thank you,
Thank you Jess, your words are very much appreciated. Regards Roscoe..