Poeta Pages

Photo by Peter Hilger Jilley and Jo, their status motif Of their demeanor When they snub, laugh and peep They snide like a bull That ends in e-y Do they not know I am precious inside? What's it about me ... I come across grouchy? What's it about me ... My stance a bit slouchy? If they only had eyes Not frosted by lies They'd know I am fun And full of surprise! I go to the brink Cuz my heart It does sink All that is left Is to render extinct But oh then a whisper From Father above Says Oh my dear child Pick life filled with love You've been created Like nobody else Straighten your crown  And prance like a Celt! If you don't know Let me please show As I lift up this mirror Look and do peer Hogwash to them Whom they pretend Intentionally to be - Quite arrogantly Perhaps they got not The message once sent To love one another And kind, like a brother! So be bigger than them In heart and not wither Say even a prayer For them over dinner For bones won't be dry Shall th...

  Photo by Vicki Admit one thought to the theater mankind What if we were wrought fully colorblind? Would a rainbow, its arc be absent its color as we stand in the park to marvel its pallor? Would a box 'o colored pencils its palette abundant were placed in its vessel all white and redundant? Would marbles, their spheres absent their streaks instead only clear be considered freaks? As invisible light splashes through a prism's rainbow would their beauty be dashed all clear, of color unknown? The rainbow, marble or pencil, all yields abundance of choices differences apparent, sung to call the sound of different voices. Would mankind all white, black, red, yellow and brown fade from sight their uniqueness all gone? Admit this thought that we all might agree for the blindness we sought would not make us happy. By Peter Hilger