My heart yearns for more
life unbounded, freedom’s call
a whisper away.
But wishing will not
make it so, a decision
is required now.
Humanity’s mind
captured by someone’s thought form
of a world of slaves.
They do not realize
it’s simply a decision;
when will they wake up?
Leaving me wishful
that deceit will be unmasked,
so it can all change.
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The problem
with trying to
fit in
to society,
you see,
is that
every part
of the puzzle
that does not
fit you
chips away
at the edges
of your
very soul.
Then one day
you wake up,
frayed
and afraid,
because you
don’t recognize
who you are
any more.
Be careful
to not let
the puzzle
destroy you.
An excerpt from The Samurai’s Pen. Download it free here
Right, wrong,
north, south,
black, white,
which way do I go?
I have walked the flat
gray plane of existence
that this 3rd dimension
too often can be,
futilely exploring
the monotones of
an oft desolate place,
where each small
blade of grass shivers
sadly in the landscape,
calling out to the sky.
And I have wondered –
If white is all color,
and black its absence,
where are the colors between?
So I’ve left that plane
and I’m climbing
a shining mountain;
I will not rest ’til
I find all my colors,
that grand view above
a too narrow horizon.
The trek is exhilarating,
the views are breathtaking,
and I’m heading for that
brilliant peak yonder.
It’s the place of my dreams,
where rainbows gleam
and eagles soar,
and my soul can live free.
Black & White & Rainbows © Susan L Hart
Everything fades to dust
eventually,
the wheels of progress turn
inevitably.
The elders of the tribe
woefully
remember times not lived
respectfully.
History keeps secrets
illicitly,
of the big lessons doled
heartlessly.
The past is only known
truthfully,
by the ones who lived it
successfully.
If young people listened
graciously,
to the old wisdom learned
painfully,
together they could build
splendidly,
a new vision that’s forged
lovingly.
Melding © Susan L Hart 2023
Humanity’s a
wallflower, sidelined,
waiting for a dance.
Worn shoes, shabby frock,
her sad eyes have seen too much.
“Who would dance with that?”
The crowd parties on,
make-busy taking selfies,
tries to ignore her.
She’s irritating,
that girl waiting for her chance,
hoping for a dance.
Overindulgence,
the laughter now rings hollow,
the clock strikes brittle.
Someone looks over,
overcome by compassion,
can bear it no more.
Extending their hand,
Humanity stands to dance.
(Crowd’s silent snicker.)
Slowly, gracefully,
wisdom learned, eons shine in
Humanity’s moves.
The tired crowd watches,
perhaps there’s something to that
girl who wants to dance.
Mesmerized, new thoughts
energize the soul-weary,
move them to the floor.
Humanity’s dream!
She just wanted the chance to
teach them how to dance.
The Dance, a multiverse haiku © Susan L Hart 2023
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