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HOW I LAUGH WHEN I SHOULD BE WEEPING
White sand on the sea,
Lashed by foamy froth,
Gray matter called the brain,
Directs the eyes to smog.
So much filth and scum,
Litters this world of mine,
Sometimes it sends shudders,
Of horror through the spine.
Men with hardened hearts,
Women with greedy eyes,
Children with none to care,
Play with dragonflies.
Kites soar up in the air,
Sorrows rent TV screens,
How can joy be felt,
When life blows to smithereens.
Mice, rats and lizards dart,
In the kitchens at night,
Cats no longer care,
They prefer sleeping tight.
Old men with lusty eyes:
Odious gazes all around;
Young men with no jobs,
Seek treasures unfound.
How I laugh and laugh,
Making all stare at me,
They know not how my grief,
Seeks ways for me to be.
I gaze at the heavens too,
And watch stars that float,
Every satellite and planet,
Is a traveller on a boat.
Noah built his ark,
To save the good of all,
Who will rescue these people,
Heading towards fall?
The Green One called Khidr,
Has no Moses for answers,
The bells of the Last Hour,
Toll louder and louder.
Come down Jesus, once more,
As we heard you will come,
Cleanse these lands of pigs,
And the scum along the shore.
I just stumbled upon this!
I never posted this as a poem of my own. What a nincompoop I am eh? Anyway I titled it, 'Laughter's Tears' (as I previously made no title for it) Just wanted you to know. Hey! I see you on you better say Hello!
such beauty of your thoughts
you so shocked but lovingly reflect
as you stare out from the ugliness
that's all around you
the purity and exasperation of your
feelings and turmoil
stand out like a lotus growing
so proudly among the mud and filth
you strike me in this as a rainbow
that appears the morning after
an in comprehensible disaster
struck the day before
read this poem of yours again
as if through the eyes of a
stranger to your land
(such as I am)
and I think then what I've written
just now will gain an even better
foothold in your heart
I truly admire your talent and
innate goodness
by peeling back the curtain and
exposing the ugliness you see
on any typical day
its your talent, that even if done
unknowingly, manages to bathe it
all in such poetic beauty
for the reader to not only absorb
but vicariously see
through the wounded prism of your
own disbelieving eyes.........
you know who!.......so why type it?
My greatgrandfather used to say with conviction, "Laugh and show your ignorance." Often, I find myself in this place of observation, a member of "the audience", yet very much a part of every scene. We must continue to laugh and live or else die from crying.