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teach love
by Charlie Morganwalls separate not, the essence.
tissues cryout for the anima;
the last soldier-the poet's haiku
drones-on so each syllable checks-in;
seven, five, seven. exalting for view.
the inner viscera of us gnomes, as we
scurry like vermin, eating to survive,
surviving to look o'er the lanscape;
someone see me, feel me, touch me.
while each generation rest on its thorns;
all trying to say what someone else didn't.
leaves lovers wanting, needing each other.
and the world becomes a commercial for
rogaine and viagra; fuel to feed the ego.
when will we ever learn? when we ever learn? 07/20/2011 Posted on 07/20/2011
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 07/20/11 at 12:43 PM that last line from "where have all the flowers gone" is perfect Charlie for this set-piece of anti-narcissism |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 07/20/11 at 03:06 PM Well said, sir, as always. |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 07/20/11 at 05:29 PM LOVE can be taught; unfortunately, most people threaten in HATE- Sad we live in. Wonderful write! |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 07/21/11 at 03:50 PM Good write as always Charlie! |
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