We the People

The following poem was inspired by this article recently written by the BBC: http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/business-11288744.

We the People

Have come to the conclusion

Hunger

Madness

Agony

This cycle of destruction

Is all too much for us

Unacceptably inflated

We must rise to put it down.

Ideas? Why

Whatever do you mean?

It is wrong,

So bitter wrong

But that is all to say

We wish that it were

But have nothing to insist

The prices rise

The people die

And here we sit

These desks, emaciated lie

Between us and

The world.

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Simplicity has its Moments

The bay along which Traverse City is nestled, in the upper reaches of Michigan, swarms with an all-together common critter of the coasts: the Seagull. As I sat along the coast, staring out over the lake, it was hard not to notice them fluttering all about, crawling on the rocks and wandering the beach, only to take wing once more to try their luck in lakeward dive-bombs.

It was they, coupled with the beauty of the scene itself, that inspired this next poem:

Beside the bay,

I heard the seagulls crying;

Oceans stretch beneath the sky

Till blue entangles blue

And miles become but one more breath—

There is air and there is water

And somewhere in between

The mountains rise and fall;

See the coast is glittering

And the sun is in the sand—

Beside the sea,

All man is set to dreaming

Of the land beyond those sapphire rings—

The gulls have all the world

But all they want is food.