A Rant

A Kind of Paranoia

Here is an obsession I can't stand,

"Don't eat meat!

It means you're cruel

Because you don't care about poor animals,

And meat is filled with

Chemicals and antibiotics."

"Don't eat vegetables!

The government is lying about cancer causing GMOs,

Because they don't want a cure to cancer,

They just want your money.

So no corn, potatoes or any other veggies honey!"

"Don't eat fruit!

It too has lots of GMO's

Plus pesticides that kill your children's brains

As well as the bugs!

Don't believe me?

Well then you're an irresponsible parent!"

"Don't eat canned goods!"

"Don't eat bagged goods!"

"Don't eat frozen goods!"

"It's all bad because the government is lying to you!!"

Ok,

According to you the solution is quite simple,

So simple that even a gullible fool like me gets it,

STARVE....

Another living poem.

Enjoy this poem brought to life through music and images:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V-MVeYgR3h0

An Autobiographical Poem

 

 

The Footsteps of a Giant

 

I was awaiting sleep,

The sooner the sleep the sooner the dawn will greet,

There was much to look forward to every day,

New things to imagine and  new games to play.

 

Get comfortable I say,

Roll one way then another,

Never on my back,

Left side,

Right side,

Stop.

What is that?

 

Thump, thump, thump, thump.

 

A throb filling my right ear,

So loud,

So strange I am filled with fear.

On the left side I roll,

Now it's gone,

My eyelids droop,

Nothing to it.

Just wait for the dawn.

 

Almost asleep,

I still roll now and then,

Belly,

Right side,

There it is again!

 

Thump, thump, thump, thump.

 

I'm wide awake now,

And that way I will remain,

Unless I can find some way to explain.

The imagination runs wild,

Thus is the way of a child.

 

To make the bothersome fear flee,

I synthesize an easy simile,

The thumps are like the footsteps of a giant

As he tends the garden by his castle in the clouds,

 

With that matter settled,

I feel safe and snug in my little bed,

No need to worry,

It's just the giant in my head.

 

                                                    

                                                      By: EJ Norris

 

 

 

 

                                                          



                                                                  Psalmist

                              A shepherd boy in a dark filled field,
                                             With light that only a fire doth yield,
                                             His friend the staff against one shoulder,
                                             He pulls his cloak tight,
                                             The night feels colder and colder.

                                             While his sheep rest
                                              He keeps watch through the night,
                                              Gazing upward to stars silvery and bright,

                                              To him it is simple,
                                               Faith in someone unseen,
                                               It is not superstition,
                                               Proven theory,
                                              Manipulation,
                                              Or some dream,
                                              Rather it is what he knows in his heart,
                                              Deep down we all know the source of the
                                              Universe art.

                                              He ponders with great pleasure
                                              The artists fine skill,
                                              He whispers a prayer,
                                              And his life is so filled. 

                                              This is no magic pill for what ails of aches,
                                              Nor a ticket to make you powerful and great.
                                               In the world today,
                                              Where time needs to catch up,
                                               In this world so locked in temporary pleasures,
                                              Faith is never enough.

                                              Think not only of today,
                                              Think of what selfish tomorrows will bring,
                                             Remember the psalmist and the song he doth sing.
                             

                                                                                             Written by: EJ Norris

A Living Poem

                                    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ss3QhbmQFus