Cats, kittens, butterfliesCats, kittens, butterflies, rainbows, sunshine,Candles, angels, rings, religious iconsSeem like the symbols of very young mindsHearts, wind chimes, rocks, crystalsthe list runs onPacific faces of saints and buddhas,Bracelets of stones, semi-precious and fake:If I had these would I sigh relief, Ah,Finger my stones and then sweet green tea make?The mind often races to opposites.See, I am flooded with pictures of war.Always forgetting the reason to fight,Retaining fresh image, I say, no more!I used to think the rainbows were silly.O, emblems warm, fight, fight emblems chilly!
When you want other people toWhen you want other people to do thingsAnd they don't do them, what do you do then?The first thing you want to do is to zingThem with details of how much they offendWith their ineptitude and careless ways.But we know that it's counterproductiveTo be angry or negative these days.Rather we should smile and be instructive,And say, would you be able to help me?I could sure use some assistance with this.May I trouble you, only if you're free,I value your time which is so precious!On second thought, I'm rethinking the smile,I'll contort my face and grimace awhile.
We never get over Dick, JaneWe never get over Dick, Jane and Spot.Our favorite words are still the most common:Cat, dog, bird, car, come, here, stay, house, cold, hot,Where, what, when, wait, stop, please, no, yes, go, gone.Not that I'm against neologismOr extending my vocabulary.Old, new, long, short, there's no need for schismI'm one who consults the dictionary.Yet I'm most fond of those basic, core wordsTranslatable well in any language,Easily written and easily heard.The most precious of all in any ageAre the ones where there are no synonyms:Love, only love, still love, I, you, her, him.
In my experience, unhappinessIn my experience, unhappinessIs a tricky, mercurial creature,Who must be handled with extreme finesse,Particularly by someone mature.One of my suggestions is, let it chill.Unhappiness is easily stirred up,It is childish and has a stubborn will,Drinking its own bile from a sippy cup.Leave it alone and it will soon get bored.Look the other way and tone down your song,Don't refer to the past, never keep score.It requires patience, but won't take long.It will dry its tears, looking for you, friend,For you, happiness, it wants in the end.
Scientific discovery is nowScientific discovery is nowCollaboration, a dozen experts!So many are needed to know the how,One person only would not dare assert.This high pyramid of human knowledgeMakes me glad that I can still breathe alone.Nature's complexity does not allegeThe need for prior knowledge from each one.How kind she is to allow creationWithout footnotes and corroboration,To think and move sans justification,Make art, with or without education.With duty to science easily shirked,Only art can justify solo work.
At first I admired othersAt first I admired others so much.How quickly the admiration emptied.I no longer wanted to be in touch.They succeeded, jealous, I'd attempted.In the beginning, I felt gratitudeHow could I not be thrilled to have escapedMediocrity, yet my attitudeWas that of anger's lumpy, ugly shape.In the end, seeking my own betterment,Craving peace through accomplishment well done,I attained a finely-tuned resentmentThat's the accomplishment I've soundly won!How closely matched, a pinnacle of bliss,With hated friend, the almost, closely missed.
I stepped into the oceanI stepped into the ocean, it was coldAt first but then I got used to the sting.The lapping waves spoke with a voice so oldAt first I couldn't hear the siren sing.She said, the key is in the blue water.The longer I stared at the opaque sea,The more I saw, the water grew warmer,My urge to swim got the better of me.I plunged, I sputtered, I opened my eyes,Scanning Poseidon's domain, I saw fish.Searching for something, my nameless desires,No gods and no siren granted my wish.The ocean is deep, its contents, randomKnow not where to look, leave empty handed.
So what does true privacy meanSo what does true privacy mean to me?Does it mean that I draw my shades at night,Destroy named junk mail so no one seesMy address, cannot link my name at sight?I check my bank at frequent intervalsPerhaps you've stolen my identityAnd talk in pig Latin during phone callsUsing secret codes to say, it's me!Now I use a spreadsheet to keep it straight.IDs and passwords, if I forget, wantMe to remember password hints as baitTo a muddled mind that now knows the taunt:They tell me the NSA knows it allWhy try so hard with privacy forestalled?
There are so many thingsThere are so many things we would not makeNor craft the way we find them in natureWe feel we must remake and always takeThe given object to some new future.We artfully arrange the rock-strewn fieldBy plucking stones and calling it a wallThen the wall becomes a rampart or shieldAnd further we must make it tall, so tall!The haptic urge to touch and push and pullSo many hands that what was firm is weak,The trusty globe's foundation is not fullOf solid mass but wavers as we speak.Once we imagine and in our minds seeOur new creation, we can't let things be.