A poem to agree upon!

COLD SHOULDER

(By: Karla Wagener on November 6, 2020)

This change in life is the best result.

The end of the line, what´s left of our hopes.

 

One is the good.

What´s left is called bad.

Coming forth good.

Left or right, which way to go?

The head directs best and blood will flow.

Hiding one behind insanity,

Twined together, balancing on a thought.

Refueling another on white lies and cheating overbought.

 

Looking the other way,

Pretending and amending,

Shredding a cold shoulder, wiser, getting older.

Condoning, excusing,

Thank God… forgiving.

 

Love prevails.

Perfection in correlation.

 

Realizing how much…

We need each other!

 

Walt Whitman believed in a World Soul!

THE SOUL´S ARQUITECT

 

(By: Karla Wagener on September 11, 2020)

Seems like nothing shocks us anymore!

What about the little animals,

Burned in fires,

Lost in heat and smoke?

Their habitats ruined.

Their tiny hearts and lives broke.

 

Blasts of explosives, fires ravaging without control.

Heat increasing in temperatures never seen before.

Nowhere left to hide or go!

Firenados and disaster accumulate even more.

 

My heart beats serenely and composed

Believing in an inevitable regeneration.

What will it take?  Ask the younger generation!

The animal world, nature, and all of creation expectant to see…

Humanity meek, more kind, at its knees.

 

Compassion feeling, supplications…

The soul squeezed and stirred…

Desiring to conjure up some magic, verses or lyrics

That give hope and redemption to a weary, so deaf, materialistic sphere.

To instill introspection, responsibility

Perhaps an element somewhat extrasensory

Into a collective energy!

 

 

A Poem for Corona Boredom.

 

HUMDRUM

 

(By: Karla Wagener, on September 6, 2020, while watching a documentary about David Bowie)

 

Sure to throw you off balance,

Compositions of passions…

Knock you out of your seats.

Give your soul new rhymes, intonations, and beats.

 

When you live on the edges,

Look to the corners, closely, and beyond the ledges;

Being concerned with the whole picture,

Taking in all the lectures...

 

Kindling is bound to be lit,

And bring something special back

To what got thrown off track!

To discover new inspiration,

It requires a good attitude and drive

Making the dreariness become alive.

A Prophecy Poem!!!

 

A REQUIRED RETREAT

(By: Karla Wagener on September 6, 2020)

It could be that what the World needs most

In this apocalyptic time is introspective healing.

The World has been ill, with a lack of compassionate feeling.

 

It could be the World needs

This time for deep reflection, contemplation

To better understand the ills; develop a contrite heart and soul,

And renew its direction towards a new start, with better goals.

 

It could be the World bleeds,

And does not recognize all that has gone wrong.

Become aware, consciousness,

Take up a new better attitude, music and song.

 

The survivors of this obvious devastation,

Will be those bound to an elevated divine revelation.

 

Is that like Bee´s Toe or Bee Trail??? Ha Ha Ha!

 

BESTOWAL

(Written by: Karla Wagener on September 6, 2020, after reading ¨The Good Stuff¨ news from Saturday).

I seem to remember

Much turmoil and mental pain

In the younger years,

A lot of solitude and loneliness,

Feeling out of place;

Not feeling comfortable

Isolation,

Within the human race.

 

Time passed by and somehow things worked out well,

Curing and comfort, care,

Worked the spell.

 

All the past is over.

What leads us on from here?

 

A desire to leave behind a legacy

Of meaning, generosity and purpose,

Something constructive,

And a whole lot of Love!

 

 

 

A WISH KEY POEM!

 

IN THE MIDST OF ANGELS AND INTERNET

(By: Karla Wagener, on August 29, 2020, after seeing the news informing that the trailer about Jimmy Carter with Dylan and Bono is available).

It´s not enough!

We need something more;

Belief and music,

Know the purpose of the score.

 

Something in Society

Just is not right.

Good will and best intentions,

Residue of the details of everyday life´s fight.

 

Meditate the laws of the universe

With higher thoughts than that of humanity.

Unfold banners and screens;

Belief and contention in sublime means.

 

Threads and cables that sustain us;

Flashes of energy that charges;

Drifting souls that encourage

With tender gentleness.

To help us better understand.

 

What to one person may be an escape,

To another is a haven found land.