I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
All literature Is written for everyone And no one, at once ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
By D. J. Reddall7 months ago in Poets
Your love does not last, though I wish it would The flashing heat of your smile quickly fades Your saucy sashay through a moonlit wood
Some thieves are so quick They camouflage robberies As creative acts
Try to understand: From the point of view of light Time has never been
There is a dark rumor on the market That names this as the last summer we'll see The conspiracies have formed a matched set
Becoming yourself Is much more valuable Than their approval
Make America Grate again, on all of our Poor nervous systems
When the robot lifts The heavy object for you You do not gain strength
Dare to disturb the universe, you peach Startle the smooth, soporific hum Of an ordinary conversation In order to complain about your place
We ought to be more careful with power It should not be available for sale It should not be kept in a high tower With keys bestowed upon the first born male
“In summer the empire of insects spreads.” -- Adam Zagajewski It might seem mad to envy any ant: With its whole life folded into a year
Do we want a world In which illiterate fools Can think they're poets?
