Showing posts with label current events poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label current events poetry. Show all posts

Saturday, August 8, 2015

How the Brain Perceives Time

Tick Tock Cacophony
by Rachel Hoyt



The ticks click by quick
as the tocks slowly knock,
then slick as a trick,
they meet up at the dock -
one moment, one prick,
a single time block.

The trick is quite slick -
all ad hocs turned flock,
while still ticking ticks
and chock full of tocks -
the tune coos and clicks
as time turns the clocks.

Copyright © 2015 Rachel Hoyt. All rights reserved.

This poem was inspired by brain timing research which
found there are many internal clocks from which our experience is stitched.

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Saturday, June 6, 2015

Should it Be Illegal for Supermarkets to Waste Food?

What a Waste
by Rachel Hoyt

image by hyena reality

We waste and we want,
always so hungry
to taste more, to taunt
our grumbling tummies.

Always so hungry
to feel satisfied,
our grumbling tummies
crave un-humble pie.

Still unsatisfied
won't taste all we've got,
like the humble pie
by Waste Not Want Not.

Copyright © 2015 Rachel Hoyt. All rights reserved.



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Saturday, May 16, 2015

Do You Ever Feel Like Everyone Wants Your "Spare" Change?

Pocket Change
by Rachel Hoyt

image by hin255

My pockets are always empty.
I never have any spare change.
I pinch and pinch, but my pennies
all seem to roll straight down the drain.

Banks helped me to have 'cash' a plenty
which, at first, seemed a little strange,
then the plastic began to appease
my pockets by pampering their pain.

Perhaps my pockets now envy
the plastic - they asked for your change.
They said, if I steal all your pennies,
my dreams will crawl back up the drain.

Copyright © 2015 Rachel Hoyt. All rights reserved.

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Saturday, January 3, 2015

Are There Any Straight Answers Anymore?

Some Mouth
by Rachel Hoyt

image by Michelle Meiklejohn via freedigitalphotos.net

It seems there are no longer answers
to any perplexing questions,
only tongue twisting word dancers
with responses and suggestions.

The truth is stuck, obscured by the fog,
and some are brewing clouds -
small parts peek out (attention to hog)
as some mouth says stuff that wows crowds.

Copyright © 2014 Rachel Hoyt. All rights reserved.


Is this how it's going to be every time there's a big breach of security?


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