MUSICAL CHAIRS By James Strauss I would be seen as running hard and fast, If I wasn’t running last. They tell me the key is to slow down, Holding out a bag of sand to pound. If you want help go somewhere far, To some small town with a bar. You’re here...
THE SOUNDS OF SILENCE A Poem By James Strauss I’m not the angel of my morning, And I don’t shave to the beat of any lyrics I ever think of, But I’m among those angels, Not to be helped nor to be harmed. At least not without some warning. I’m no...
FEEDING THE TREES A Poem By James Strauss A little bitty piece of me Not that part with education, Just the part you can’t see, Of interest fun and erudition. They don’t really want it, So I’m forced to turn away To wait and quietly sit, Floating in silence to another...
THE BEAT OF THE DRUM By James Strauss The beat of the drum,Not just any drum.The drum of life’s backdropWhere the music of some,Brings us all to full stop,While listening near stunned.Whispering life’s hum,Not just any hum,The hum of awareness,Where the sound remains...
SUITCASE AND A TRUNK By James Strauss There was no house, Not of the rising sun, There was a bloody blouse, With the proof of a gun, As the light from down south Lit up where there’d been none. Don’t stop believing, That there’s any place to go, Life’s not relieving,...