Guardian of the Nile
How many mornings have you stood?
How many breaths have you taken?
How many wars have you watched?
How many worlds have you shaken?
For millennia you have stood
as Guardian of the Nile.
A job that robbed your beard and nose,
but not your placid smile.
– Quiet 2019 –
A lonely heart can make you beg.
A lonely heart can make you cry.
A lonely heart can twist and turn you,
Wringing every feeling dry.
A lonely heart welcomes the dead.
A lonely heart obscures the light.
A lonely heart wallows in darkness,
Cursing everything in sight.
* Quiet *
When will I surrender,
not as a villain,
but as a pious man?
When will I give in,
not to avoid stress,
but to contribute?
When will I bow down,
not to exercise weakness,
but to express humility?
When will I let go,
not to forget the past,
but to seize the moment?
When . . .
( Poem by Quiet Riley / Artwork by Ai Jing )
The fridge keeps eggs from rotting
and fruits from turning black.
It keeps eclairs from growing hairs
and throws the ants off track.
But most importantly,
it keeps our moments intact.
* Quiet 2018 *
Burning scarlet red
before a sky of blue.
The phoenix tree inspires,
turning ashes into gold.
– Quiet 2018 –
Instead of shaking my head, biting my lip or waving my fist at this crazy thing we call humanity, I’ve chosen to quietly write a poem. My intention isn’t to offend, but if it does, please contemplate this question: Isn’t it better to express one’s disillusion creatively than…?
Two-Thousand-7-Teen – – – – – – –
Angel hearts once made of gold
have turned to green, allergic mold
Acts of selfless charity
have turned to selfish memes of “me”
More and more the trumpet plays
More and more Lord Visa pays
Buying “bliss” at Jezebar
where clients hiss and “students” star
Will false idols lose their praise?
arousing cattle from their graze
Seers will boast, “most certainly”
and if they’re wrong, please don’t yell at me