Maybe they wear glasses, or they've got crooked teeth
They may be fat and ugly, clumsy with two left feet.
Because you can't get past this to see what lies underneath
You're unable to really see the beauty in their souls.
They've qualities deep inside, much nicer than any of yours.
Your beauty's only skin deep, theirs goes through and through.
Sallly she's artistic can draw the most beautiful scenes.
But she's got a lisp and seems to slur her speech.
So you jeer and taunt her, and flaunt your looks supreme.
Bobby he's overweight, but the stories he can write.
Can paint for you a wonderland of mystery and delight.
But you just ignore his words, and call him awful names.
Your beauty's only skin deep, and you are oh so vain.
Selfish and self-centered, greed and lust your friend
One day you'll no longer be that beauty king or queen.
While you grow old and ugly, their beauty will still shine
They've shared their hearts with everyone, inspiring the mind.
While you've only cared about yourself, selfish and unkind.
My Last Dime
Down to my last dime,
the kids all want to have a good time
But the bills are all paid,
so I just can't complain
We're not out in the street,
we've got plenty of heat.
Just wish we had a bit extra to eat.
Maybe next month we'll have a bit more
the kids are all hungry as they walk out the door.
Off to school they go as I wish I had more,
than a few saltines to give them to devour.
When will it end?
the kids all want to have a good time
But the bills are all paid,
so I just can't complain
We're not out in the street,
we've got plenty of heat.
Just wish we had a bit extra to eat.
Maybe next month we'll have a bit more
the kids are all hungry as they walk out the door.
Off to school they go as I wish I had more,
than a few saltines to give them to devour.
When will it end?
Heron
The graceful Heron a waterfowl, as quiet as the Great White Owl.
Settles down amongst the reeds, of the swamplands so they can feed
With one leg poised for instant lift, their wingspan is their greatest gift.
As they gaze through the mire, there is just one thing to which they aspire
With elongated beaks of such proportions they find and grab tasty portions
To nurture their fledgling nest, and protect them from certain death
But soon it seems their fate will be, complete extinction you must agree
For man's quest for fossil fuels, and an absence of moral scruples
Have poisoned oceans, seas and shores, with dispersant, oil and more
Without regards to repercussions in their quest for more production
Man sees fit to cause destruction, to all life without remorse or discussion
In his quest to possess he has caused our world much distress
Natures gifts to human kind, seem destined to become entwined
Within man's mighty grasp, Nature's voice now just a gasp
Soon her death we will perceive, but way too late to intercede
When the animals of the land, sea and air, are no longer here or there
Or will man change his ways today, before this problem comes to stay.
If he doesn't then soon we'll see other life on earth will cease to be.
When this comes a new age begins, one without the touch of man.
© October 5, 2010. M Suzanne Wyatt, All rights reserved
Settles down amongst the reeds, of the swamplands so they can feed
With one leg poised for instant lift, their wingspan is their greatest gift.
As they gaze through the mire, there is just one thing to which they aspire
With elongated beaks of such proportions they find and grab tasty portions
To nurture their fledgling nest, and protect them from certain death
But soon it seems their fate will be, complete extinction you must agree
For man's quest for fossil fuels, and an absence of moral scruples
Have poisoned oceans, seas and shores, with dispersant, oil and more
Without regards to repercussions in their quest for more production
Man sees fit to cause destruction, to all life without remorse or discussion
In his quest to possess he has caused our world much distress
Natures gifts to human kind, seem destined to become entwined
Within man's mighty grasp, Nature's voice now just a gasp
Soon her death we will perceive, but way too late to intercede
When the animals of the land, sea and air, are no longer here or there
Or will man change his ways today, before this problem comes to stay.
If he doesn't then soon we'll see other life on earth will cease to be.
When this comes a new age begins, one without the touch of man.
© October 5, 2010. M Suzanne Wyatt, All rights reserved
Sea Song
The trumpet of the conch shell
sounds across the sea
Calling to the creatures there
then floats gently to the surface
For humankind to see
like teardrops for eternity
© November 17, 2010. M Suzanne Wyatt, All rights reserved
My Dream Takes Shape
Was
it really just last night? I dreamt that I had my son's wife
pleading, begging for her very life? Down on her knees, at
the point of a gun, apologizing for everything wrong she had
ever done. As the cops
stormed in their guns
drawn, saying ma' am don't
do this please drop
your gun. What?
I proudly said,
raising the gun
to my head and
squirting myself
right in the face,
with colored water
and bits of paint.
Make this wretch
who's lied to me finally
answer truthfully?
© June 10, 2010. M Suzanne Wyatt. All Rights Reserved.
(Note: This is my one and only attempt at shape/concrete poetry)
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