"The Times They are a Changin"- Brandi Carlile version
Changing Times
Come gather 'round people
and open your eyes
there are changes happening
under our blue skies
though hdden by the moon
it isn't too late yet
but I fear it may be soon
for the times they are a changin'
Come poets and writers
who speak with your pen
keep up your truth telling
again and yet again
you cannot give up now
the finish line is near
and the prize is so dear
for the times they are a changin'
Come senators, congressmen
please fight the good fight
if you give up the now
we will be thrust into night
the relentless battle is raging
our lives will be rearranging
if you don't heed our call
for the times they are a changin'
The lines have been drawn
The lots have been cast
The battle wages on
the winner is not clear
we have to keep the faith
that truth will overcome
and we will not succumb
for the times they are a changin'
Writte for my prompt at What's Going On? -- "Changing Times"
(With apologies to Bob Dylan who wrote "The Times They Are a Changin'"
To Dance
At last I hear music -
the music of hope,
the music of possibility.
My sadness has lifted,
and at least for today
I am no longer
hostage to negativity,
an unhinged person
living in Cuckooville.
Today I feel alive,
alive and so very well
and I just want to dance!
Written for Shay's Word Garden list
and inspired by some good news
in this country finally! (Only five
words, but......)
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There is Music to This Sadness
There is music to this sadness
not the kind of music I want to hear
sometimes I wish the song would end
but the song continues unaware
that it is not welcome and because
it is the only song I listen.
I make a wish in a vanishing landscape
wonder what the hell does it matter
when wishes make their way to oblivion
and are replaced with rock walls instead
so I think I will just stop wishing as
it only brings the same sad song again.
There is music to this sadness
whatever the song whatever the key
it surrounds me when I am awake
it intrudes on me when I sleep
I make a wish in a vanishing landscape
sometimes the wish is just enough.
For Sherry's prompt ELEGY at "What's Going On?"
Life As It Is
I'm pissed about things right now.
There is no way out of the rabbit hole!
An orange dude with his own scowling mug shot
has destroyed the world as we know it.
Is it wrong to yearn for the good old days,
eat sweet candy in secret while clasping
a replica of a pink rabbit and screaming,
"This is not the way humanity should be remembered!"
Old Friend
I saw on my caller ID that it was she who was calling.
I hadn't talked to her in a few years, ever since she told
me that she listened to Rush Limbaugh and voted Trump.
So when she called I hesitated to pick up the phone,
but I did; and we talked a while, mostly about family,
health, etc. and then she mentioned that her son had
started a restaurant before Covid times, but since the
prices of things went up during President Biden he
had to close the restaurant. I didn't say anything
because I didn't want to get into it with her, as I had
not talked with her for a long time. But now, I wish
I had. Really, she used to be a good friend, but now
I don't consider her a friend at all any more.
And, sadly, I hope she doesn't phone me again.
I feel guilty, but that is the way it is.
For Susan's prompt On Friendship at "What's Going On?"
(This is a true story. For years and years the two of us were friends.
We taught together, golfed together, had each other over to our
homes, etc. She was my 'bestie' for a while before she married.
Sad how politics changes things.)
Nightmare
In the hidden recesses of my mind
lies a dreadful fear, a heavy weight to find.
The miles of thoughts that race and roam
are filled with dread, a constant gnawing tone.
The rain pours down, a relentless beat,
a rhythm that echos my anxious feet.
I search for sleep, a refuge from pain,
but visions haunt me like driving rain.
In the hidden places I seek to hide
from dreadful miles that stretch and divide
but the weight of my fear knows no bounds,
and I'm left to face dreadful echoing sounds.
Written For Shay's Word Garden
No One Said It Wouldn't Rain
No one said it wouldn't rain
that all of life would be easy
that things would always be fair
or decent or moral or just.
No one said that good would win
or that people could discern the difference
between what is true and what is fake.
Is there more to this story?
Do people now believe black is white
and now believe wrong is right?
Has it all changed suddenly
or has it always been that way
but hidden behind closed doors
rather than out in the open?
Is evil now something to celebrate
as it seems to be now?
Has the dark side just surfaced
or was it always there?
What more is there to this story
that I don't know?
No one said it wouldn't rain
but why - now - the deluge?
Written for Sumana's What's Going On? prompt -- Rain
