My Poems Blog
Waging War
Carry on waging war.Carrion’s all you train for.A price is paid.When young are laidUnderground,Who have not found,Nor ever will,A life fulfilled.And by cashing in,Earths’ fruitsTurn to compost. R K Olson ©2024 All Rights Reserved.
Fukashima
Earth quaking trees sprinkled their pollen,
Powder puffing the forest floor.
A plume of golden mist rose up from its lush green lineage.
Blindness
Blindness is not just in your eyes. Your ears can be blind to new ideas. Indifference can make your brain not care to climb up high – to stand up tall.
Leftovers
Leftovers again,
My brother and I chorused.
A daily occurrence
For us, it seemed.
Not once did it ever
Occur to us,
American Watercolor
Political Landscape
American Watercolor
Transparent Sheen
Brilliant Colors
Blended Hues
Multiple Shades
Munchkin Memories
There it is again,
that open box so familiar.
Yet I can’t put a name to it.
“Have one they were always your favorite.”
Monkeys
We’re all monkeys holding hands
No decisions made by each
We decide in Quorum groups
Most things exceed our reach
Winding Way
Down the winding way I tread alone
These spiral stairs of mortared stone.
The crisp night air, damp and still,
My mortal bones begin to chill.
Every Four Years
Every four years we all unite,
Looking for someone who will fight,
Turning all that’s wrong to right.
We stay up late
And when we win,
We celebrate our party in.