A couple pieces of light (to say the least) verse:
Argue
I never argue,
I never fight;
what’s the point
when I’m always right?
I’ll ignore you,
if you persist;
block you, if
you won’t desist.
But then again,
please feel quite free
to nod your head
and thoroughly agree!
Stephen Brooke ©2024
Drop
One can not drown in a drop of water
nor cross so tiny a sea;
yet that mote holds in liquid promise
all the oceans that be.
Yes, all the waves and all the storms
wait to be set free;
but, alas, I drank that drop
and now they surge in me!
Stephen Brooke ©2024
This one started out with the intent of being a serious poem (as serious as I get, anyway) but wandered off in its own direction.
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