There were ideas
And tales to tell
Of words and meaning
I’m under their spell
Indeed there really
Is much to say
And with just words
I try to covey
All the thoughts
Inside my brain
It’s getting harder
To contain
Them
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Rhyme and Reason
life
Of life we try… (poetry)
Of life we try
And muddle through
Trying to tell
What’s fake from true
Something’s hidden
If only we knew
The secrets kept
By the chosen few
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Rhyme and Reason
We watch the world… (poetry)
We watch the world, it seems quite feral
Descending fast, and laced with peril
Looking for logic in all the madness
Brings a darkness tinged with sadness
As corruption draws its armies near
Do not despair and live by fear
There should be hope, that we might find
A deeper good and peace in mind
But we must be looking…
(c) K Wicks
Rhyme and Reason
Every day… (poetry)
Every day
You feel its wrong
Throughout your veins
It feels so strong
The truth of lies
In which you’re slave
Taught the rules
And to behave
To keep your mind
From thinking free
They tell your eyes
What they should see
But you can think for yourself…
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Rhyme and Reason
It would be nice… (poetry)
It would be nice
With only word
If we could stop
The plain absurd
But that time
Has come and gone
The world has turned
And what we’re on
Is a mission
We mustn’t hide
Admit some truths
That live inside
Ourselves…
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Rhyme and Reason
It seems the truth… (poetry)
It seems the truth, Is hard to bare
Quick to defend, To say not fair
But take a moment, You’re not on trial
Just hold back, That self denial
And really think, Of where you are
No longer normal, But plain bizarre
Not quite sure, Of how to to feel
What’s right and wrong
And what is real
Almost as if it was planned that way…
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Rhyme and Reason
We’ve really gone… (poetry)
We’ve really gone, So very wrong
Something’s up, For far too long
We closed our eyes, And no-one spoke
But in the minds, We’re all so woke
And watching now, The world descend
Down the drain, While we pretend
Someone cares, That we elect
There for money, Not to protect
Just simply being, A guise to lead
While taken by, That thing called greed
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Rhyme and Reason
I’m not quite sure… (poetry)
I’m not quite sure
We’ve got in hand
Or really maybe
Understand
The state of things
Of where we are
Of how it managed
To go this far
The time before
Could never last
The way it was
Is now but past
Keep up, the world is changing…
(c) K Wicks
Rhyme and Reason
It can be tough… (poetry)
It can be tough, Just getting through
When thoughts are dark, And feel so true
What’s in mind, It can conspire
Against new thought, That could rewire
The way you cope, Or your perspective
Maybe plan, A new objective
But if you feel, A loss of hope
And can’t rewire, The way you cope
Find a friend, And please do say
I need some help, Along the way
(c) K Wicks
Rhyme and Reason
At first it seemed… (poetry)
At first it seemed
All right and good
But soon revealed
To be Stepford
A smile, a wave
A ‘friendly’ stare
And every day
They seem just there
You try and run
But see they’ve followed
And in that town
Your soul was swallowed
(c) K Wicks
Rhyme and Reason
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