Poems
Poetry
Reality
 

Art by Wicks
Poetry 15

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The following writings are by Dale Wicks

THERE IS ONLY ONE

Looking at the multitudes there is only one
Before different faces, shapes, and sizes
opinions, inclinations, and devices
There is a sole which many souls comprises
separation a null perception, for this one fills all the spaces.

The types of trees, what is in the seas
creatures crawling upon the earth
you can set in categories and call a different species
but the flaw within this thesis
is there will always be just one.
 

reality

religious atheist

eternal
 

STRANGE BEDFELLOWS

So goes the religious
as the atheist
along with the politic polarized
They're doing their thing
to see what it brings
as they feed in the spring
then in the fall
it will make a nice compost.

 

NO TURNING BACK

Don't open your eyes
 it will spoil the disguise
of this thinly veiled grand illusion
Better a mystery it be
even with misery
than to wake up
still stuck in the fusion

ILLUSION
Smiling at the claims of this realm and all it offers
This ignorance is really bliss to make the feel so real
So we play the roles and set our goals of all that suits and fancies
as well as take some lumps, be bruised by bumps, then head on out and heal.
 

EXPERIENCE

When I came to this place
Much I chose according to taste
other paths pursued
they seem to call
at first they would rise
and then they would fall.
So I reacted accordingly
and got it all out.
not that it was waste
t'was all part of the route.
 

smiling

happy
 

sad

UNDER THE SUN

I'm happy, now I'm sad
aren't emotions fun?
Enjoy them they're a main part
 of experience under the sun.
All comedy and the drama
Every act upon this stage
will be seen for what they really are
when one turns the final the page

EPOCH OVER

In the land beyond pleasure and pain
there is nothing to be lost or be gained
no villains to castigate
nor heroes to venerate
no need of fantasy to escape
these thoughts boring at any rate
to those caught up in pleasure and pain..

©Dale Wicks
 

FEAST OR FAMINE

From fad to fad
From in to in
I don't know where to begin
Start with enthusiasm
and wring it out
hope for new before a drought.

RELIEF
Peace to you it will be alright
Tho you walk in the dark
 tho you stroll in the night
For just one touch from the source
that is hid from your sight
will dissolve all the pain
make your countenance bright.
 

COMPUTER WORE KNEE SOCKS

A computer came to my door today
downloading data for entire stay.
In the guise of a teenage child.
Told me of books considered worth wild.
Speaking quite rapid, plenty of ram
while I did an impersonation, that of a clam.
Religion came up, they were quite willing
to reboot on my porch, the air became chilling.
Who uploaded this data in this teenage girl?
More like a machine with its buzzes and whirls.
She finished, turned, and off she dashed
the first time I wished a computer had crashed.
 

DANCING WITH VAMPIRES

The vampires can only feed
on impressions they send
and reactions received.
The undead duet dance
in the dim and the dark.
Both connect thru forms
truly lifeless yet live.
Til one hears no music
from the dance then recuses
in effect drives a stake in the heart.

 

WOLF MAN

Once bitten the full moon
pulls the hair out
from underneath the skin
As man becomes beast,
in search of a feast.
Tho he hunts, kills, consumes
volumes of flesh and blood.
His fury is not abated,
nor his hunger satiated.
When the morning light arrives
then comes a concealing transformation
But just beneath the surface,
you still find the mindless purpose
So the cycle of the wolf will continue
 measured moon to moon
Til silver is inserted,
and to man he has reverted.

 

STILL HERE

Why am I left in this human condition?
To find an act to occupy,
while still in this position
Perhaps I'll be able to aid another wave
or just focus on remodel
of my internal cave.

All writings on this page ©
  Dale Wicks