Wax #1

It's so easy to criticize

So much harder to recognize

Yourself within another

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Anacréon

Anacréon, 

Prithee thee 

In such a way of opportunity

Show unto me

The words I must convey

And to ascribe a way -

Absurd as it might be

To say

Abundance is expectantly

Awaiting me impatiently

Buy and by and bye

J.R. Adams 

021921

Trouble

A being of trouble,

In so being troubled,

I sought trouble out

As if to scoff at the pale

Aloft, the scale,

Seeing trouble 

Sought me out -

A weight cast,

As darkness,

In sharpness,

Cut through to bone

Trouble had found me

Out

And would not

Leave me alone

Jeffrey Robert Adams

2021

See Before Sea

I was startled on the beach to see
Miles of sand behind and before
All particles together in a scene of beauty -
With only some that sparkle more.

- Jeffrey Robert Adams

12/18/2020

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Looking Up

It's just a breeze

Lifting the wings of a bird passing by

Above the trees,

Passing over the absurdities 

Of the ongoings below

The sky

Jeffrey Robert Adams

11/26/2020

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Growing Reapers

It seems I'm given notice

More than I'm ever noticed

At all, really

Kicking rocks upon the fall

(Or the Fall?)

If there's a purpose to it all

Instead of being rendered to a crawl

Exponentiality -

      Who will ever learn?

The embittered, impatient

Watching the numbers

Burn away unto their toll

One coin to discern

Every soul left to burn

Two sides, too selectively,

Distractingly, spurning

One another 

Into one side or another,

As if to conquer and divide

And I rebel -

But not like "I'm a rebel"

But in a sense of woke

To tell about the pretense,

Being subject to this yoke,

This joke, abated,

Masturbated, exacerbated -

All the folk denied

And if this, into nothing, coincides

What will be rectified?

Who will be vilified,

As everyone's lied to?

Jeffrey Robert Adams

06242020

More Curious Still

They told me the manner

Of how to exist on this plane;

But, through the clouded plexiglass,

I see the things that look mundane

More curious still

In motion,

I believe in some commotion

Just to prove you have devotion, baby

Maybe more curious still

More curious still

And more curious

I find the day inviting me

To take a chance and really see

What goes into perplexing me

More curious still

And more curious

I find the thoughts I try to change

As I rearrange the truth at times

When I think of you

More curious still

by 

Jeffrey Robert Adams

1994