"Poems"

As I can't think of anything to BLOG about this morning, here are 3 poems, and a drawing (Tree Swallows), that I did a few years back.  Enjoy.

"THE BIRDS (FREE AND LOVED)"

The birds won't care who's President
or how the last World Series went.
No money earned, no money spent...
be free, just like the birds.

They feed, they sing, and then they fly,
they breed, they play games in the sky,
and so they praise the Lord on high,
and oh! to be like birds!

Their Father knows if one is downed
and not a one falls to the ground
that does not have His Hand around
so yes, we're like the birds!

"ANYHOW"

Kids know how to Tweet, yet not how to spell
Music that sounds like it came here from Hell
The news is much worse, but it's HDTV
to you that's improvement, but not so to me

Liars acquire their 15 of fame
and good men have many to smear their good name
"Reality TV" like the old Twilight Zone
"News" that's just gossip, from anchors that drone

And every fool's having a platform
Abnormality has become the norm
Who's gonna smear, who's gonna clear you now?
Every clown has his own sitcom
and yes, "anyone" is in charge of the bomb
Man's standards are gone, but somehow I'm calm
anyhow

It's cool to be "gay" and weird to be straight
The most hateful ones now accuse you of hate
Lie cheat and steal and you'll reign at the top
and always, the best see their poll numbers drop

And every fool's having a platform

Abnormality has become the norm

Who's gonna smear, who's gonna clear you now?

Every clown has his own sitcom

and yes, "anyone" is in charge of the bomb

GOD'S standards aren't gone, so somehow I'm calm

anyhow

"A POEM FOR THE SINGER (COMMUNICATION)"

Handwritten lyrics
in tow, at his show
Tuned-up guitar...no band
Singer-songwriter
he sits through his intro
politely, the crowd gives a hand
---They've already checked out the sound
Designed...this in mind...he will stay in the
background.

Singing his heart out
Laying his cards out
on an invisible line
Nobody hears him
they talk to each other
during their cheese and wine
---They don't even take a quick look
(Except.....at their cells, as they update their
Facebook)

He sings of a girl
he loves and he's missin'
He sings of that one who's so dear
His love's evident if they only would listen
He sings with the wish SHE was near, and could hear.

He sings of a time
when "Communication"
once was direct and so CLEAR...
when people would notice the song you were playin'
and not have a phone in their ear, and could hear.

He might as well be a radio
Will anyone notice.....when it's time to go?

Poems © by Chet Jelinski 2018