I write a few x’s, a finker, a tiddle,
Then suddenly some luster; it’s over – the nightfall.
Selfless, simple, true and plain
When will our greed vanish, maybe wane?
Self-doubt have long since clouded my confidence –
Never trusted my instincts, not a single ounce of credence –
What others see in me – always blind to my perspective,
How to have faith in thyself? Be one bit positive?
sometimes we think, sometimes we speak –
sometime we do neither, well I don’t know the trick
to be eloquent, to be fluent, I dream to know the secret
But first I must know what that word they say albeit.
With crown and flags, these people serve their realms
They shake the earth, never overwhelmed
Blue robes and tiaras, spoons in gleaming silver
Nobility indeed, it dazzles, it shimmers.
Harry and William, even Anna and Elsa –
Scar and Mufasa, together they kumbaya
One part modest, the other’s quite the prodigal
One to become heir to all, the other a different call.
So if asked, who am I to choose between the two
I’d rather be a commoner, be in my same pair of shoes
For regal as they come, they too are like me
With the right stance and attitude, I’m practically royalty!
LOL – I just had to end the poem this way. A little vanity never killed nobody. 🙂
500 years from now, an archaeologist accidentally stumbles on the ruins of your home, long buried underground. What will she learn about early-21st-century humans by going through (what remains of) your stuff?
I guess people from the future would learn how the television robbed us, 21st century humans, of our ability to learn from the outdoors.
black, white or pigmented, the screen screams procrastination
push people out of normalcy, beyond tenacity
deteriorates realism, evades creativity
Shuns the rustic, precludes fresh air experience –
is what that dumb box is in every sense.