Jerry Behr Number 2
Poem Hunter Oasis - Poem by Jerry Behr Number 2
I’ve been trudging and stumbling through the barren wilderness
for years and years holding onto my mind.
In this unhelpfull barren land there is only television,
some of them have a couple dozen channels to view.
On the hazy horizon there is cable television in the stew.
Many a night I’ve been channel surfing and there is nothing
much in the surf helping my mind that I’m holding. On
television there is every known depravity known to man
(and women) endless mindless violence and killing,
every known ranting and screaming (isn’t it just thrilling?
I stumbled on and on through the wilderness of social garbage. I
go to church there is some relief there, Jesus Christ is helpful he
forgives people’s sins. However, my mind which I’m holding on
to is a free flowing one wanting to be free.
All there is, is television with its multiple channels to see.
In this barren desert I can hear the electronic games, they are
bloody everywhere, oozing with blood and guts and all manner
of weaponry. Ranting and raving on television and on
computers a mad house in the desert with echoing voices
maddening man with its multiple choices.
Out here in this barren land there are neither publishers nor
literary agents the poet is on his own. Only the howling wind
and spinifex are out here for the poet to keep him company.
Searching, searching for some sort of outlet
where a mind can be free and used I bet.
One afternoon in springtime I stumbled upon
Poem Hunter. com and I tried to sign up but I couldn’t there
was something amiss with my email address.
My wife was mucking around with Google and Facebook
so I changed my email to Hotmail; now I’m not a gook.
Ahaaaa lets try again and I tried once again with Poem Hunter
ahaaaa well what do you know, now it works.
I started to download all of my poems I had on file
I even made a few more Boohaahaaahaaaaaaaaaa.
It would seem these poets don’t care for ra-ta-ra-taaaaaaaaaa.
As I sit here in amongst the palm trees in this oasis I realize that
these poets that are here are interested in having a good read not
so much in rhythm and rhyme. Over the oasis waters there is a
rainbow spectrum throwing
all manner of subject matter of life that is showing.
It’s only in the Poem Hunter oasis where a mind can find relief.
All other mediums like television, electronic games,
DVD, Facebook and all other electromagnetic claptrap
doesn’t come anywhere near to giving man relief.
Only in Poem Hunter Oasis man can have his belief.
Only in poetry can man be an individual. only in this oasis can
man be an artist and the electronic whatever can’t take over his
role and his creativity.
The creative spirit lives on showing a different
realities and angles to life so society shouldn’t be indifferent.
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