Poetry

No Planet B

There's no other place like home
Nowhere else for us to roam
Like the planet where we live
Let us all begin to give
To Mother Earth love and care
Above all to be aware
Of all the places we can roam
There's no other place like home

Pops 2017


Context

it sits in the barren tree
open to the world and
makes you wonder
how you missed it
in the spring when
it was full of life
just beginning
or in the summer as
the constant trips
back and forth
back and forth
became just a blur
of existence until
the fall came when
all the teaching and
prodding of trial and
error produced the
anticipated results
of a job well done
and a life beginning
to be well led but
in the winter this
empty nest looks so
lonely and forlorn
to those without
context

Pops 2017


Dark Before Dawn

Sometimes,
When driving through the rough terrain,
Not thinking that the sun will ever disappear,
You come upon a tunnel.

Sometimes,
When walking through the beautiful hills,
Not expecting the bright day to turn dark,
A storm blots out the blue skies.

Sometimes,
While cozily reading in a warm glow,
Not anticipating the lamp will blink off,
An outage plunges light into darkness.

Remember,
There's a light at the end, forge ahead.
A rainbow will appear, keep looking up.
One small candle can dispell the dark.

Always,
Be the light.

Pops Blair, 2017


Breaking the Cycle

Anger begets hate
Hate escalates to violence
Violence creates sorrow
Sorrow grows into despair
Despair rises to desperation
Desperation builds into anger
Repeat

The cycle continues until broken
by mercy, justice and humility

Peace begets harmony
Harmony escalates to love
Love creates happiness
Happiness grows into joy
Joy rises to contentment
Contentment builds into peace
Repeat

Pops 2016


Tease

You waft in with little warning,
invading my space with the expectations
of something more than I can see.
I find myself longing
for your cool, soft touch on my skin
and the relief that only you can give.
And as you pass by,
with disappointment hanging thick in the air,
I have a singular thought in mind:
What I would give for a little rain.

Pops 2015