Human nature Poems
Things Hard to Understand
by Richard Randolph
A love letter no one reads,
a strange man no one needs,
a seed dropped upon the sand,
a starving child in a barren land--
Why trees reach toward the sky,
and grown men forget how to cry,
why a bird sings to its mate,
though she's gone and it's too late--
......
Homo Mediocritus
by Richard Randolph
History is but a jumble of names and dates,
but it happened so long ago
what difference does it make?
I believe in living in the moment.
That's why I love music so much.
It's about real people like me.
And that's why I love to sing,
particularly sad love songs.
Okay, I know I'm not very good technically,
but I really feel what I'm singing
......
Sylvander To Clarinda
by Robert Burns
WHEN dear Clarinda, 1 matchless fair,
First struck Sylvander's raptur'd view,
He gaz'd, he listened to despair,
Alas! 'twas all he dared to do.
Love, from Clarinda's heavenly eyes,
Transfixed his bosom thro' and thro';
But still in Friendships' guarded guise,
For more the demon fear'd to do.
That heart, already more than lost,
The imp beleaguer'd all perdue;
......
All of All
by Favilla Mayhearth
And they all walk together, and they all feel pain.
And they all mend together - a harmony of collective solitude.
And they see lights, and they fear darkness,
and they see life through blue stained glass.
They all float on the same rock out in space, far away, but they cannot see
they're prisoners here on Earth - they can't leave.
They walk this place, this enormous graveyard, yet they see life.
And their steps mark bones of the deceased, the rotting corpses beneath us.
And they couldn't choose to leave, even if they wanted so,
And they see everything and nothing at all.
......
Homo Mediocritus
by Richard Randolph
History is but a jumble of names and dates,
but it happened so long ago
what difference does it make?
I believe in living in the moment.
That's why I love music so much.
It's about real people like me.
And that's why I love to sing,
particularly sad love songs.
Okay, I know I'm not very good technically,
but I really feel what I'm singing
......
Things Hard to Understand
by Richard Randolph
A love letter no one reads,
a strange man no one needs,
a seed dropped upon the sand,
a starving child in a barren land--
Why trees reach toward the sky,
and grown men forget how to cry,
why a bird sings to its mate,
though she's gone and it's too late--
......
All of All
by Favilla Mayhearth
And they all walk together, and they all feel pain.
And they all mend together - a harmony of collective solitude.
And they see lights, and they fear darkness,
and they see life through blue stained glass.
They all float on the same rock out in space, far away, but they cannot see
they're prisoners here on Earth - they can't leave.
They walk this place, this enormous graveyard, yet they see life.
And their steps mark bones of the deceased, the rotting corpses beneath us.
And they couldn't choose to leave, even if they wanted so,
And they see everything and nothing at all.
......
Sylvander To Clarinda
by Robert Burns
WHEN dear Clarinda, 1 matchless fair,
First struck Sylvander's raptur'd view,
He gaz'd, he listened to despair,
Alas! 'twas all he dared to do.
Love, from Clarinda's heavenly eyes,
Transfixed his bosom thro' and thro';
But still in Friendships' guarded guise,
For more the demon fear'd to do.
That heart, already more than lost,
The imp beleaguer'd all perdue;
......
