Poem -

Silenced

Be Heard

Silenced

What was 
and 
what is 
now,
together blend.

We’re left
with
what’s now
wondering,
just how…

We arrived?
We allowed?
 

What now
remains,
where it’ll 
lead,
we’re scared.

Some pray.
others
may not,
hope 
still remains.

We’re lost.
We’re afraid.

Some blame.
Others
take actions.
Fear
motivates all.

We’re  running
scared,
we’re hiding
captive.
We want
change,
but we
remain silent.

 

A closed mouth doesn’t get fed, but neither does it get heard!

What was 
and 
what is 
now,
together blend.

Were left
with
what’s now
wondering,
just how…

We arrived?
We allowed?

Deadly silence 

 

Like 2 Pin it 1
Support CosmoFunnel.com

Support CosmoFunnel.com

You can help support the upkeep of CosmoFunnel.com via PayPal.

Log in to leave a comment.

Comments

author
John Loopstra

Yes, we allow too much by trust in our parents during the early days, however ill-earned that trust was and yes, we remain silent not to hurt people (or get fired...) Again, simple words saying so much. Love your handle on things...

Reply
author
RG

I really appreciate the feedback and compliment. Most of my writing comes from personal experience, I’ve yet to learn a lesson an easy way. 

Reply
author
John Loopstra

Wecan shake hands on this one too, only the 3 years of my 63 have been easy going hard work, I made a bad choice in parents (and my wife an even worse one), but we overcame 🎉

Reply
author
RG

We’ll talk about inspiration and feeling there is hope :) . I had a couple bad apples along the way before my fiancé now that I’ll never feel I deserve . It’s good to hear through it all you rose above and overcame. Cheers, to 2023 being beat year yet . ~Rob 

Reply
author
John Loopstra

Yes, make it so - we work hard at it. In our case: on the wife's side there is a Jewish heritage on the father's side and het mother was in a Japanese concentration camp during WWII. My parents had some bas WWII experiences as well (liberated and a heavy German bombardment the next day, killing 3 friends of my father and destroying the neighbourhood. Their family history was also not too good and they were too different: my father was bourgois and my mother turned artist during her life (strongly feminist). I lost a twin brother in the womb and have never for a single second felt complete(ly) in this world (check out Vanished Twin Syndrome). But, yes, the wife and me, we save each other over and over again.

Reply
Poem -

Corporate America

Corporate America

Corporate America,

I can get in, where I need to…

I prefer to not have to,
because...

Poem -

Released

9/13/1989 6 pounds 7 ounces

Released

Before, before, before…
That was then, this is now.

After, after, after…
From...

Poem -

Neglected

32mpg vs 12mpg… Not personal

Neglected

You used to drive me!
Every single day back then,
Before the Slingshot!

Latest poems in Freestyle

Poem -

WHAT ARE THEY GOING TO DO...

WHAT ARE THEY GOING TO DO WITH US?

Now, we have to have Books and Donuts ready?

​​​​​​We'll decorate them with Charlie's name?...

Poem -

The Crowd Has Spoken

From my Raven Collection

The Crowd Has Spoken

Sometimes I want to call you
but I know in my heart
you're not here
I’m sorry you had...

Poem -

MARCH OF DEFEAT

MARCH OF DEFEAT

Thank you Joker...

​​​​​​When they show us desperation...

They're going to be defensive...

Advertise on CosmoFunnel.com