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We Live We Die We Eat Pizza Pie

We live we die we eat pizza pie

We rush we strive we stress we thrive

Sometimes we forget

That we’re even alive.

We love we laugh

We smile we cry

Sometimes we forget

Why we even try

If this is life

Is death but a sleep?

And if so, shall we also wake?

Moments come and moments go

And in the best of them

We know that we know

And this knowing is sure

And firm and real

And shows us a path

That is surer than math

And those moments 

give us a peek at

Something great 

Something unseen

Yet Is realer than real

And well worth the wait.

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Seeing…a poem

Seeing

“Seeing”…a poem

Do I see you as you see me seeing you see me?
Am I seeing what I want to see or just
What needs to be seen?
And if so, as you see it or as I see it
And what does it mean to me to
See you, and do I only see you in the
First place because I believe I can see
You (as in seeing is believing) or do you
Only see what you believe
And the hell with the rest?
Do you see what I mean?

Eternity…a Poem

 

Eternity visits in different ways;
to some in a cloud of incense
to others with a distant gaze;

To some it comes while eating a peach
to lovers while strolling on a sun-kissed beach
poets may meet
in their imagination
and lovers of nature
while drinking in the beauty of a forest reborn
in the heart-clutching palette
that comes with each dawn

Workaholic types might meet it
on an overdue vacation
and sometimes it even winks
at a whole generation

All in all it’s an awesome thing
these sweet, sweet moments
that eternity brings
while whispering the promise
of a life made whole

And the hope of refreshment ‘
with a tall cool glass
of Gatorade
for the soul

– by David Klein
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Booksandmocha.com

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Goodbye Twentieth Century…a Poem

 

Goodbye Twentieth Century

From death camps to space

It’s been a race

So much pain and so much gain

As we sought to find

 

A new way to frame

our future and our past

in a way that would last

beyond our foibles and our foolishness

and kiss goodbye all our ghoulishness

and leave behind those memories

Earthbound and earth-hugging

As if History itself had been

the victim of a mugging

and the only cure for Auschwitz

is the comedy of Space

Herr Hegel talked about Being

And said consciousness can be freeing

And about how in this modern age of ours

We all know that we’re free

So maybe the cure for what ailed us

In that century that often failed us

With death camp and gulag,

with wars that were global

Is to count on space flight

to make us more noble

What better way to escape

from all that depravity

Than by going up up and up

away from all that Gravity

’till memories of Hell just simply fall away

like the morning fog

on a late August day

Retreating in mid-morning

From the San Francisco Bay

David Klein

 

Phones…a poem

Phones…a poem

We have more phones today ever, so we do more talking on the phone.

Do we do more thinking too, because we do more talking?

Maybe we do less thinking because we do more talking and the fact

that we think less, instead of leading to our talking less, leads us to the exact

opposite state of affairs so that instead of talking less and thereby creating

the possibility of thinking more we (instead) think mainly about what we’re

going to say/do/eat /watch (as in tv) next without any thought of whether

this/these actions will be good, bad or indifferent nor any thought about

whether this planet-wide explosion of cell phones, smart phones, tablets,

mobile devices, mp3 players and all the rest of this specific, general and/or

all-purpose digital stuff,shyte and whatever else that we have invented to talk

now and forever with every-and anybody else on the planet or on other

planets) instantly,instantaneously and maybe someday or soon at or

exceeding the speed of light until we become a jungle full of parrots (no

offense to same/they haven’t become the slaves of technology and probably

make more sense in their nonstop nattering  than we do iin ours)chattering

ourselves into an oblivion of devolution and rapid-fire texting sans sight, sans

mind and sans meaning.

 

 

Greedy…a Poem

How do the greedy get greedy

Does it come from a fear

Of being needy

Is it due to a state of childhood lack

Or is it simply one of those things

That can take over a life

And fill it with strife

As easily as a fast train

Can run off a track

Is it vicious and mean

A force that is obscene

Or just another plant in the soil

In which its sufferers are embroiled

Is it due to the karma in which they are coiled

Are are we making too much of a fuss

Over something

That like old age and death

Is just another case

Of a flawed human race

Being prone to

The promiscuity

Of

The dust?!

 

 

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A Poem About Relating

You gotta relate

Relate, relate, relate

It doesn’t matter who you are

Whether you’re short or tall

Black or white

Gay or straight

Whether you’re stone cold single or looking for a mate

No man is an island

If you’re looking for a date

Or searching for your mate

Don’t just sit around

And wait for fate

Get yourself ready

it’s never too late

To relate

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Poem…”On Finding The One”

When you get to a point where you know

that any situation at all

Anytime

Can take you to where you want to go

To create whole worlds for yourself

worlds without end

Then you will not need anything

But you yourself

And your own existence

Will be much much more

Than enough

And at that point you will find

The One

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A Poem: “Space and Time”

“Space and Time”

Is each one of us formed of the Space and Time

In which we were born and in which we have lived?

Of promises made by planets and light streaks in

The night sky?

Of movement itself and darkness and light and the

Inexpressible feeling that grabs us when we look up

At a night sky and dream of going home; of being at

home with what we see overhead and letting our hearts

overflow with the universe that is within struggling

to escape and find its soul mate in the universe without

 

 

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