An idealist
laughter from the Neo-liberals
A commodity
in a society obsessed with cash
The clock
ticks laughter as the desk shrinks
Ideas fade
under the crushing weight of living
My poetry
self-censoring in exchange for cash
Author: C and K Words
Human | Lawyer | Poet | Story Spinner | Finding inspiration everywhere | Writing poetry and words from different spaces and places | Photographing nature and things |
High Tide
The moon cast her light
a grumpy sea ignored her
The high tide begins
Rain Reverie
Sounds in the office
our leader points to a graph
Reverie of sound
Out there feeling the raindrops
Listening to the whispers
The Fence
Unkempt grass and weeds
the gothic fence stays hidden
Ghosts of flowers sway
Under the Stars
the moonlit garden
cupping a handful of stars
sitting on the lounge
Work Ghosts
Feet in the corner
My ghosts sit in the cold spot
Haunting my workday
Discount
A bitter Winter
They offer a small discount
Selling all the trees
The Deal
We sealed the deal with
gems in exchange for freedom
invisible chains
worshipped, adored, and famous
the soul cries out for freedom
Morning, Midday
A crisp, lush midday
your music mix makes me move
to find the coffee
Unexpected Cappuccino
A voyeur from the door waiting for an empty street.
Walking alone in the crisp fog, it’s too early for coffee.
As my thoughts turn to the passing trees, Serendipity strikes as a cafe opens.
A table for one, a cappuccino and an almond croissant.
C & K 