So , now you’re 50! © 2018 Vernon Miles Kerr “Fifty, is the new thirty,” I kept telling myself that Spring in 1992. But, just saying it… “fifty,” made me cringe. I couldn’t block-out the stereotypical image of a doddering white-haired person pushing a walker equipped with tennis balls on its feet. The US… Read More Life | So, now you’re 50!
Fluidics © 2017, 2018 Vernon Miles Kerr Ego, Power, Political Influence, Hedonism, Flow inward, To be temporarily absorbed. Empathy, Human Kindness, Creative Energy, A sense of responsibility to humanity, Flow outward and propagate forever.
Certitude ©2018 Vernon Miles Kerr Certitude is the anodyne of a muddled mind. And, aren’t all our minds a mess without it? As entropy collapses the Universe around our ears Our mystery-averse minds piteously flail Like drowning men ‘round a ruptured ship, Grabbing even hopeless bits of flotsam to stay—just sane. And so it… Read More Poetry | Certitude
The Black Wall © 2018 Vernon Miles Kerr At the end of Life’s path There’s a black granite wall which is polished and smooth And cannot be seen through. Though it is opaque with tenacious opacity It gladly reflects back our opinions of Eternity.
Yin and Yang Revisited © 2018 Vernon Miles Kerr I thought it might be time to revisit my 2014 poem, “Yin and Yang,” given the ensuing four years of world and personal events. The poem, rather “dashed-off” in a flash of inspiration and never really forged and honed, as it should have been, still conveys… Read More Poetry | Yin and Yang Revisited
Venus the Cruel © 2018 Vernon Miles Kerr You are so like your sparkling, evening namesake, (Long imagined a tropical paradise, But now revealed a sulfurous hell.) And you, are so unlike your cool, smooth. Armless, lovely, marble depiction. You, with your demonic cherubim Ranging the Earth, Puncturing the skin of the unwary With… Read More Poetry | Venus the Cruel
What Purpose…Everything? © 2018 Vernon Miles Kerr What purpose would everything serve An eternal, omnipotent, omniscient, omnipresent Creator? What purpose, anything, temporary? But all is temporary: From the far-flung Galaxies To our grinding continental plates, To the squalling infant at birth. All, temporary; All, here-today; gone-tomorrow. When the sun has grown to scorch the Earth… Read More Poetry | What Purpose…Everything?
