Leadership wrangles, a nation in turmoil,
Chaos and confusion, no end to the quarrel,
As leaders fight and bicker, the people suffer,
Their hopes and dreams, lost in the clutter.
With each side fighting for control,
The nation's future, left in a black hole,
Their interests come first, the nation comes last,
The people cry out, but their pleas fall fast.
......
Morning was patient with us — her and me,
Within earful white walls and solemn
gardens.
Poetry reigned.
She: How do you submit your thoughts —
on a gold platter with a prophet's head
and a skin of dead wine?
......
"Oh hi, hello poetry! You're safe and sound I see."
"On this odyssey, we're companions aren't we?"
"uh, yes I'm quite sure we've met!"
"When? Uh, from before I was dead."
"You mean to tell me you don't remember?"
"All the words we shared before life's ember?"
"Yes, yes I know you're old and sometimes forget."
......
To hear is natural, to listen is an art.
To hear is instinctive, to listen is a skill.
To hear is automatic, to listen is intentional.
To hear is effortless; to listen demands mindfulness.
To hear is to sense; to listen is to understand.
Hearing happens by chance; listening happens by choice.
Hearing is passive; listening is active.
Hearing is surface-level; listening is profound.
Hearing fills the ears; listening fills the mind.
......
In August last year
A travelling girl came to Glasgow –
She was a porcelain Australian flannel flower
I had matched with her on one of those dreadful apps
“You have came all the way to Scotland” Wow!
That whole game feels like a cowboy showdown, but it worked
We spent three nights together, one was my birthday night
Knowing we probably won’t see each other again
We’d joke I’d fly over every sea –
......
To hear is natural, to listen is an art.
To hear is instinctive, to listen is a skill.
To hear is automatic, to listen is intentional.
To hear is effortless; to listen demands mindfulness.
To hear is to sense; to listen is to understand.
Hearing happens by chance; listening happens by choice.
Hearing is passive; listening is active.
Hearing is surface-level; listening is profound.
Hearing fills the ears; listening fills the mind.
......
Morning was patient with us — her and me,
Within earful white walls and solemn
gardens.
Poetry reigned.
She: How do you submit your thoughts —
on a gold platter with a prophet's head
and a skin of dead wine?
......
In August last year
A travelling girl came to Glasgow –
She was a porcelain Australian flannel flower
I had matched with her on one of those dreadful apps
“You have came all the way to Scotland” Wow!
That whole game feels like a cowboy showdown, but it worked
We spent three nights together, one was my birthday night
Knowing we probably won’t see each other again
We’d joke I’d fly over every sea –
......
Leadership wrangles, a nation in turmoil,
Chaos and confusion, no end to the quarrel,
As leaders fight and bicker, the people suffer,
Their hopes and dreams, lost in the clutter.
With each side fighting for control,
The nation's future, left in a black hole,
Their interests come first, the nation comes last,
The people cry out, but their pleas fall fast.
......
"Oh hi, hello poetry! You're safe and sound I see."
"On this odyssey, we're companions aren't we?"
"uh, yes I'm quite sure we've met!"
"When? Uh, from before I was dead."
"You mean to tell me you don't remember?"
"All the words we shared before life's ember?"
"Yes, yes I know you're old and sometimes forget."
......