Tag: poetry

In an instant

Lightning strikes

Thunder rolls

Rumbling a warning

Nature has come

To take its toll

Man in his arrogance

Never quite understands

No matter what he builds

It only takes a few seconds for

Nature’s formidable power to upend

E.A. Fussell

07.08.2020

Innocence and sweetness

Innocence and sweetness

Where did you go

It seems like

There was more of you

Not that long ago

These days I often wish

To find a news stream

Filled with good

Instead of someone screaming

How they have been offended

Or misunderstood

E.A. Fussell

07.08.2020

Going back

Take me back

Before the fall of man

When You walked with us

You talked with us

We didn’t need to schedule or plan

Take me back

Where hatred was unknown

Where fear was never seen

Depression had never been

We were healthy to the very bone

Take me back

Where money was not needed

Fame was unheard of

There was true brotherly love

Your word was all we heeded

Take me back

Where information was all true

A simpler time

A simpler mind

All we needed was You

Take me back

Dear Lord please make it soon

I can’t take much more

Of this old world

Filled with doom and gloom

E.A. Fussell

07.07.2020

Aging brings understanding

Many years ago I had a love

That was a true love

That could have been beautiful

But I would not let them in

I pushed them away

Shut them out

Afraid of being hurt again

Now as I age

Understanding creeps in

I may never see them again

But in my heart they remain

And they occupy a little piece

Of my brain

Sometimes drifting through

My memories

Reminding me

Many years ago

I had a love true

E.A. Fussell

07.02.2020

Mind gripping

We have taken something

That could be used for good

And allowed it to be turned into a

Most dangerous weapon

Squawking screens in various forms

Wearing the cloak of information

Promising updates on the latest

News

Fashion

Finances

Isn’t it interesting that information

Does not always lead to Understanding

And bad information

Can make intelligent people

Ignorant

We’re searching for the truth

All the while knowing

We never really get the truth

What we get is the latest sensation

Twisted and blown up

Magnified into something that

Attracts or repels

Playing on the senses

Attracting our lower nature

Like a moth to the flame

The false light

Illuminating from a screen

On a tv, computer or phone

Throws off our internal navigation

We stop thinking for ourselves

We start listening to the message

Designed to be sensational

Selling ideas, products, beliefs

Pushing the drug of information

Addictive and poisonous

With an invisible chain

Tied to the controller

Sucking out the brain

While making believe

It is informing us

E.A. Fussell

07.01.2020