Blind Image
Did God make us in his own image
Or did Man make god into a humankind
This myth has grown in every village
Did God make us in his own image
Was it a way to find a lasting homage
But did this make us all blind
Did God make us in his own image
Or has this made us all blind
Blind Speech
They learn how to articulate the art of speech
Can they avoid applause from false reactions
Rhetoric is fine but words need to teach
They learn how to articulate the art of speech
The platform talker has to project and reach
Then perform with the highest actions
They learn how to articulate the art of speech
But can they perform with the highest of actions
Anger
I’m angry inside
Like surging waves swirling in a stormy ocean
It’s something you just can’t judge, or hide
I’m angry inside
It churns around in your gut, and won’t divide
Building up with wild deep emotions
I’m angry inside
Building up with wild deep emotions
Jim Mallin
A trio of triolets, eh, Jim? I like the way you tackle different types of poems. Well done.
Best wishes,
Bill
Thanks Blll