poem by Mac Oliver

poem by Mac Oliver

poem by Mac Oliver

The poem is about the reason for which everyone has come in this world. It is up to us if we want to waste the gift of life that GOD has given to us or do something and get our names engraved as it is only our names which will be there after we are gone.

four short poems Intuition The Tide The Kindly Cannon Courtesy

where men push you out of the way in search
of sausages floating in dead sea water

where employees walk away feigning deafness
to avoid divulging the whereabouts of canned tomatoes

where old ladies slide poorly aligned carts unwittingly
into piles of spinach melting under fluorescent lights

Self-reflection has revealed
An ejection of delusions and false hope.
A more quiet way to cope
Than screaming what I really think of you.

I lose my mind from time to time
But I always seem to find it
I sometimes get excited about the future
But my past looms right behind it

Padded checkers and rings
Hold my see-saw feelings
Tragedy, triumph, good, and bad
The best rest I've ever had.
Once glued, now improved
I got back everything
I used to groggily wish for.

Now is the shared time
Of our last riches
To each birth Freedom
A drop of water