Cavemen’s Legacy

There is in us a power,
We feel it when we gather
Around the fire, sharing
meat and stories, rather
Than staring at the sky
Alone, this power in us
Warms, protects, it is why
We endure, even thrive,
In the unforgiving place
Where we must survive.

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I patrol in the rugged hills
And valleys of a dusty,
Distant land, which kills
The careless — Searching
For the enemy hunting me…

Brutal blood sport thrills
Pursued kinetically, relentlessly,
By high-school graduates,
Valley-to-valley, door-to-door,
What more excitement
Could a young dude ask for…

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Black Friday

Background Christmas music insinuating
“It’s time to shop”, and thereby messing
Up what would otherwise be a cold
Clean day, which now is depressing
And vitiated, as are we ourselves,
Grasping credit cards, and pressing
Into crowds of slaves of Santa’s elves.

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Those occasional moments when,
His mind is like a blank piece of
Paper, but forgot to bring a pen…

copyright J.P.N. | Poetry, Etc., From Kanagawa, South of Tokyo, Japan

85 years old, alone in my
Place, with nothing at all,
But me, no friends still
Alive who might call,
No one left to lift me
Up when I finally fall…

How it came to this,
Bad luck, poor timing,
Karma’s sweet cruel kiss,
I can’t really understand,
What the hell did I miss?

copyright J.P.N. | Poetry, Etc., From Kanagawa, South of Tokyo, Japan