Pages From John

Tag: poetry

  • Icarus Falls from the Sky

    Build up my palaces and my achievement shelves.

    Scoring goal after goal, and searching for more and more applause.

    Inside my wall, filling all those empty spaces.

    The world will congratulate me for how amazing I am.

    But I won’t really be there will I?

    I left myself behind a long, long time ago.

    Bent on proving everyone and everything wrong.

    And in my pursuits have I proved them wrong yet?

    Or are the troubles surmounting further and further?

    A tough truth may someday be faced.

    No! No! This cannot be!

    Icarus falls from the sky…

    He may even curse the sky on his way down…

  • The Fool

    With a picked white rose and a striding pose,

    Heading towards cliffs with unsuspecting shifts,

    Making more mistakes that fill up wisdom lakes,

    Learning a truth heading to a Fountain of Youth,

    Forever falling head first into things that quench thirst,

    For the wise know that the fools win the show.

  • Someday. A Goodbye.

    This hair,

    This youth,

    This hand,

    This body,

    I can say goodbye to it.

    But this flame?

    This deep feeling?

    This indescribable motion?

    This being?

    Must that really go out?

    How can I say goodbye to that?

    When it is the very thing saying goodbye.

    Only to itself.

    Someday.

    A goodbye.

  • The Bickering Ministers

    “Surely, this! Surely, this is impending doom!” A minister let out a cry.

    “What difference does it make?” A second asked. “In the end, we all die!”

    A third minister butted in. “Let’s just fake it! The king should surely lie…”

    “Why are we trying so hard?” A fourth pondered. “Everyday we should just eat pie!”

    The first minister protested again. “It is the end, I say! Our certain doom!”

    The second minister added. “This king says nothing as these crises loom!”

    The third minister laughed. “Remember when we were in charge of this room?”

    The fourth pondered further. “Not the right time to suggest cake, I assume?”

    The king just watched from his dais as all his ministers argued,

    He said absolutely nothing in this seemingly urgent minister feud,

    This king was simply observing with an acquiescent attitude…

    As the ministers’ problems mostly vanished when the king didn’t conclude.