Category: #PoeticAnswers

#PoeticAnswers 72 – Do Amoebas Feel Love?

Love is a divisive subject
Especially for amoebas.
They won’t look for love,
There’s no personal ad saying
“Single cell organism
Seeks single cell organism
For walks in the park”.
But they feel loneliness,
Forever single
Feeling locked in a prison cell,
Feeling sorry for itself
But still never looking for love
Because, to them,
There is no single selling point
To incite, entice or incentivise
Them into trying to
Spice up their lives.
They want love without the effort
So they’re split down the middle
But ultimately,
The single cell organism
Needs to learn to love itself first.

Question from Michael Clark from Facebook

#PoeticAnswers 71 – What Language Do You Want To Learn?

What Language Do You Want To Learn?

I want to learn the language of love,
But there’s no class I can take
That can teach me how I can say
Exactly how I feel about you.
I’ve learned that it’s more than just words
Because English, French, and Italian
Cannot begin to express what I need to say.
No Biology, Chemistry or Physics class
Can begin to explain what, how or why
I feel for you the way that I do.
I dont expect you to teach me
But I’m learning from you
A little more every day.

#PoeticAnswers 70 – How Are Sunglasses Made?

How Are Sunglasses Made?

I didn’t get my sunglasses overnight.
It took years for my vision to
Succumb to this degeneration
Which leaves me wearing sunglasses
Every day.
And every night.
And every waking moment.
You see,
It started as a smudge
That wouldn’t go away.
Like a permanent stain
Creeping and crawling to and from
My eyes and my brain.
Making everything a little
Grey and hazy,
Dangerously driving me crazy
Until it became a permanent mist,
A permanent state of grey
Blocking out the light with
Like a low level filter that was
Cutting the bright from my life.
Before descending into a circling storm,
Black clouds,
Heavy and dense,
Falling and crashing,
Like eyelids against the tide of midnight
Tainting my eyes with shadows of doubt
That can’t quite turn off the light.
Leaving me with this tinted view
Of life, of love, of the world
Through lenses Of black.

Question from Laura W. from Facebook

#PoeticAnswers 69 – Will I?

I won’t lose my dignity.
Even though everything is gone
And I’m left with just mistakes and chronic emptiness.
Even though I’ve sold my soul and guitar
For the sake of pipe dreams and smoke and mirrors.

I won’t lose my dignity.
Even though I’ve wound up alone
Except for the ghosts of the voicemail machine.
Even though my life has been repossessed
And I’m now in receipt of income and life support.

I won’t lose my dignity.
Even though my skin is so weak and discoloured
That I can’t recognise my own ethnicity.
Even though I’m sweating ice cold bullets
And my eyes are leaking like warm battery acid.

I won’t lose my dignity,
Even though I’m bound to this hospital bed
Like I’m in an unpayable life debt.
Even though I can’t hold my head high
But I know I can rely on this mountain of pillows to do it for me.

I won’t lose my dignity.
I’ve already lost so much.
I’ve lost my money.
I’ve lost my friends.
I’ve lost my mind.
I’ve lost my weight.
I’ve lost myself.
I’ve lost my will to be an addict.

I won’t lose my dignity.
Even though my grip
Is barely strong enough to hold a needle
Even though I’m here by force,
It’s only because I’ve forced myself to do this.

I won’t lose my dignity.
Even though I probably could or should
Because it would just make sense.

I won’t lose my dignity.
Because I won’t let it go.
Because I refuse to lose the one thing that’s keeping me strong.

Today’s question comes from Jonathan Larson’s ‘RENT’

#PoeticAnswers 68 – Are These Questions Getting Too Specific?

It is my worry
That the questions are lost in
Deep obscurity.

Abstract answers are
Coming from absurdity
Leave my readers lost.

Maybe tomorrow
Will be different and normal.
But probably not.

Question from Michael Clark from Facebook

#PoeticAnswers 67 – What Is ‘Green Eggs and Ham’ Really About?

Is it a metaphor for consumerism.
Regarding how the mass-market
Attempts to force new products down our throats,
Attempts to show that everything is replaceable
Attempts to make the new seem better and you should invest,
Despite the fact that the rich and obscene
Don’t really know what the people want or need?

Is it about mass-production,
A biting commentary on how
Saturation and over production
Is creating defects that are fit for consumption
But human nature encourages us to
Frown upon change and throw
Valued necessities away like yesterday’s trash?

Is it about genetic modification,
And how the scientific society has
Grown and developed to try to replace
Nature’s gifts before we destroy them,
But humanity is resilient and doesn’t want to
Give up on their heritage and history because
We hate and fear change and require
Something to blame for human misgivings?

Or am I overthinking it too much,
And it’s just a children’s book for children
Filled with colours and rhymes
To survive all of time,
Acting as a generational catalyst for
New and young readers?

Or is it just an important statement
About not eating Kermit and Miss Piggy’s children?

Question from my comedy buddy, Konal

#PoeticAnswers 66 – What Is The Meaning Of Life?

Finding the meaning of life,
Or trying to find and
Understand what life means is something that
Readers, writers, scientists and philosophers have
Tried to do for but failed because Life’s meaning is something only the
You and I’s can truly decide on.

The meaning of life is to do:
Whatever you want, whenever you want, with whoever you want.
Otherwise, life has no meaning.

Question from Gabriel McC from Facebook

#PoeticAnswers 65 – Were The Weeping Angels Just Tired?

Hiding eyes,
Always open,
Never sleeping,
Eyes wide open,
Behind open hands,
They are always open,
Their eyes, their jaws, their minds,
Always thinking, plotting, manipulating,
Waiting for you to fail and your eyes to fall,
Waiting across the oceans of time, forever.

Always hungry,
Always thirsting,
Always waiting to
Kill you with kindness.
Or the closest thing to it.
There are worse ways to die
Than to live your life out of sync.
Live your life out of time until your time runs dry
No guns, no blood, no heartbreak.
Just blink.

They don’t sleep,
They don’t need to,
They’ve been resting
Since the dawn of their time.
Going from being quantum locked
In one place until you break your gaze,
Then they become stepping stones in a dark room,
The threat in the night, in the darkness, following and stalking,
Treading the shadows of your life for all of your time so, if anything,

They were just tired of waiting.

Question from Megan C. from Facebook

#PoeticAnswers 63 – Where Are Your Tears Hiding?

They’re trying to hide in the weather,
Behind warm mists and bitter frosts
And rain on the lens of my glasses.

They’re trying to hide under my fingernails,
And walls of stressed, red brick
Decorated with black and blue shadows.

They’re trying to hide behind my eyelids,
Locked and sealed up tight,
Doors to a world I’m too afraid to open.

Question from Michael Clark from Facebook