Poems
by KJ Hannah Greenberg

 

Hauteur

 

Superior selves, decked in peacock-like fabric, worse attitudes

Refute meliorism plus any other trace of deist-based aspirations.

Rather, they strut in prescribed fashion across laws, traditions, also

Rules for conduct. Such unfriendly others think nothing of gouging.

 

Meanwhile, among more gaumy persons, problem get solved, crises

Go avoided. Likewise, many malisons otherwise  thrown on humanity

Are resolved via seemingly “impuissant” generations of simple people.

So, as the arrogant grow corpulent, the “fatuous” masses salvage society.

 

 

 

 

 

Incommodate

 

It remains distressing when political couture demands the cut and weave of

Citizens’ thoughts. After all, most persons’ requirements can’t be met by

Proscribed sizes. “Inclusivity’s” more than made-to-measure dogma, else

Irenic rhetoric allegedly serving the masses by dint of repetitive mantras.

 

Grasp that crenelated words serve best empowered others. Few commoners

Ever achieved platforms equivalent to those of Miriam Makeba. Masses,

Instead, seek out sanctuary in ill-processed marches and splendid orations.

There’s little advantage for fishermen relying on coracles instead of yachts.

 

 

 

 

 

True Happiness Comes from Inside

 

Fantastic founts swirl; they sparkle with light,

As nightingales chirrup our shared springtide.

My mind’s small dispatches, summoned by ear,

Direct themselves to you, my gentleman, here,

 

Orangey sunrises, skies streaked in gold,

Summer maturity, bold actions uprolled,

Secreted happiness amidst blazing heat,

Untiring affection confers a love so sweet.

 

Autumn winds whisper, our souls sing along,

Your jumbly jubilance attests my heartsong.

I’m just a young one plus you’re but a youth.

Yet, together, as such, we complete our truth.

 

Though wintery storms oft come and go,

Our chaste heat melts all manner of snow,

Thaws stalactites, softens glacial peaks,

Our combined fluxes afford what we seek.

 

Happiness comes from inside of me.

I won’t be fooled, forever, my friend.

Happiness comes from inside of you.

It’s proven as true; our union contends.

 

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