Informational Poetry about topics that confound us
Sides and corners, are for push and pull.
Making some right, making others a fool.
Dots connect, if they can just remain still.
Disconnecting, if moving, causing a thrill.
Dots are hard to connect, when in motion.
Water still connects, like waves in an ocean.
We have nothing to fear, but that of a shove.
When dots finally connect, they’ll spell love.
All the same, the different, and the in between;
Are making the choice, to show up and be seen.
Sometimes questioning, what’s the best result.
A choice that is yours, without any more consult.
Turn on your x-ray vision, and then lets look inside of anybody.
The differences outside, the same inside for us all, to embody.
Our skin color, is just the melanin, that our skin must possess.
The color of our shell and human interiors, make us all digress.
At some point in our life, we have all been in a dispute.
A dispute with a loved one, shouldn’t be trivial pursuit.
When we disagree on anything, it’s never about the win.
It isn’t even, about making, the other person your twin.
The Republicans and Democrats, both think that they’re right.Standing up for what we all believe in, always worth, the fight.Through … More
This is me, I’m a United States Citizen, hear me roar. As of late, I have been treated differently than before. The constitutional rights of some, should be ones for all. Using liberty to deny freedom, democracy will then fall.
When comparing our two truths, they are different or the same. Withholding or compromising your own truth, will cause pain. For your truth is yours, and my truth is mine, that’s accepted. Never let anyone convince you that your truth, must be rejected.
Apples to oranges, then pears, just the same.Loving whom you love, without any refrain.Those who excite and thrill you, always … More
In unison, like beats atop the drum, with that thumping pound.
See with me, using a movie camera, recording the latest scene.
Stopping and pausing, making sense of the camouflaged green.
When comparing anything, we must also, then contrast.
Making the joy, that we feel, no longer continue, or last.
When comparing to conform, we betray our difference.
Seeing, being unlike or dissimilar, as a criminal offense.
Poetry for Emotionally Smart Living 