We The Critics
We the critics how we scorn; then retreat to leave them mourn. For we make them lose their way "til it is us they must obey. Should we speak of human plight which hath cast shadows in the night. The sins created in a single play, have we the audacity to say what is to become obsolete, taken from those we defeat. We know that they have many men, but can they overcome our pen? We have the power by and by to drink their lives and watch them die. We garishly sit upon our thrones to drink their blood and eat their bones. In just one breath we debate what takes them years to create. We the critics how we scorn then retreat to leave them mourn.
Rainy Day on Maple Street
The light had flashed upon the glass like fire, while cymbals clapped above in skies of gray. The swoosh of rhythmic singing of the choir forced little Jenny to her knees to pray.
The dog was heard to howl throughout the house, and mother yelled at dad for all her worth, "Go close the kitchen window, you dumb louse, or you'll regret the day your Mom gave birth."
And suddenly things reached a fevered pitch. When dad who had just way too much to drink yelled back to mom, "shut up you dirty bitch." So mom hit him with dishes from the sink.
Fear not for things turned out O.K., my friend: When dad passed out, the rain came to an end.
Work In Progress
There's an edge to the right which fades to colors without definition And the lines, limbs of a tree will they lie bare or be cloaked in leaves
What does the spot of bright crimson hope to become when it grows up Like the deep, reflective, mournful black which is the sea, no the night sky
Do blades of grass grow thick and lush or will weeds occupy that patch and there, see there, just to the left a cloud floating free, or smoke looking for escape?
Is that a bright protective beacon No, wait, it is a ray of sunshine Please, do not touch for it is wet good paint, strong paint, dries slowly
Many will try to own, posses and many will try to tame this wild piece but there is no signature, nobody can claim This lovely work in progress
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