If you treat
Midwestern Poetry, By Terry Scott Niebeling
If you treat
Being in love means always having enough,
Doesn’t matter with the who, when, or what;
Shining brighter than the moon, stars, and sun,
Love touches, molds, and changes everyone.
That would be being in love.
Women in a hallway laugh in high-pitched gasps
Keyboard sounds each letter, each word, each mark
Columns and books and pages and paper and carts
Hands have been tied; set in motion, all of our lives
Anointed anecdotes for possible and realistic potion
Motion in the lines, value and dots; we make art a lot,
Half-assed cross-hatched chicken-scratch, this and that
Comparison in passion, although found it tough to relate
Mouth agape, unwanted sentences we slate, as of late-
Contribute contraband, questions, and propaganda
With what is the stamina; have we not enough coffee?
Have we lost are heads in puffy clouds above so lofty?
Most moments digress, then forget, find the path, then again forget
Minutes we have have been lent, meant, it stops only when it can
It moves, bends, manipulates, morphs, and changes for nothing.
What else is there to say about everything besides that: It’s lovely.
Everything I need is right beside me:
Honest intuition and heavy thought.
The ability to make others laugh and reflect on that;
Without those things there is nothing.
-We may be lost…
Are you digging a hole just to take you down a notch?
-Rather, one must bring a ladder.
Nothing is really that bad
there is no reason to cry,
-not to say it couldn’t be better-
you could make it a try.
Love the way it is.
we sit behind walls to pay for sitting behind walls.
Wheels spin, no gas on deck,
armies fight wars waged for black gold;
these things are related.
Glass punctures and creates an escape,
you sit roadside with a flat-tire and deflated ego.
An IED blows off a soldier’s leg,
an obese man eats a sandwich and drinks a diet coke,
a beautiful young model hates her reflection; finding flaws;
a CEO makes money.
And no one knew the half.
a book weighs down a hand,
words play heavy on the head.
Cottonwood seeds float on thick air,
tombstones bask in the sun.
So far away no voice could reach;
even so not of native tongues.
Days we have lost and the one that just began,
my toast is burnt,
furniture sits un-rearranged.
Affects leave me unchanged;
for certain of, same, -oh distaste.
Life goes on
a cat meows
a clock ticks
the heat moves in and settles down
Fall is here.
Only this time it’s without you.
I wish I could tell you about that.
Laugh at yourself more.
Make alternate plans.
Stop speaking in arguments.
Get out while you can.
Eclipse those bold around you.
Expand your mind like desert sand.
Excuse the ill-hearted.
Lie in the sun, get tan.
Be realistic less.
Find happiness more.
Search out your inner Self;
caress and appreciate its core.
Be happy for what you have.
Never attempt to settle the score;
forgive and forget-
because what’s life for?
Realize you are always wrong,
even if you “know” you are right.
Become a better person,
this can happen over night
Be the nicest human being,
not some stuck-up snob.
Tell the government to end wars,
by dropping photo-bombs.
Shake hands with strangers,
meet your new friends.
In the end there is nothing to lose,
so start a new trend.
Open your eyes to adversity.
direct those who can’t.
Try the best to be yourself.
Try your best to understand.
Always exercise patience.
Always exercise. Period.
Never stop learning and reading.
Never stop being weird my friend.
Today is right now.
Yesterday is gone.
Listen to sweet birds singing your song.
Rainbows happen in storms.
Sun is better when it rains.
How good do you feel?
For that you can thank pain.
Understand there is no certainty,
from one moment to the next.
So do everything you can,
be passionate- do your best.
Gatorade and Smokes,
MH-17 and Jokes;
And this concept seems remote.
Just ask CNN my friend.
you know they know, you know.
Just hoping these floaties float.
Peace is always an option,
I think about this as I laze in the sun.
Realize the damage that’s been done
Revelation: Gatorade is for athletes and alcoholics.
Noble Inquiry: How many atheists fight in religious wars?
Books to entertain,
Existing on this plain.
Bikes and Lakes-
There is nothing but happiness along the way.
Have a great day, make it that way.
Cold shower and fresh fruit,
Radio’s on to get the scoop.
Come dressed in Sunday best.
Blessed, whatever that means.
The little things__
Counting clouds in the sky, as we are biking by,
Minnesota streets; avoid pot-holes in between.
Big warm sun overhead,
Oh! To leave pleasant bed.
The life we lead;
Not the life we could have led.
The words we’ve read.
Making what you can out of what you have, this day-
For no reason at all.