tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54491837566377810622024-03-14T00:22:35.630-04:00PoeticBrushPoeticBrush is a collection of my poems, illustrated by me. You are welcome to comment on one or all of the poems. To comment on any post just click on the comment button below the post.
All art and Poetry are © Philip G. DeLoach unauthorized use is prohibited.Philip DeLoachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09458694830050065564noreply@blogger.comBlogger60125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5449183756637781062.post-1090938224856238152016-04-19T22:33:00.001-04:002016-04-19T22:33:55.269-04:00Time to Wake Up
I feel as if today we have passed a point in Space/Time that is now irreversible.The Point of No Return.The Die is Cast.Our future is determined by forces we never even imagined.There is something in the air today.The Earth is breathing a sigh.The sigh of resignation.The Past is Gone - the Future is uncertain at best.No time left to change our minds or change our ways.A gray fog is drifting Philip DeLoachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09458694830050065564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5449183756637781062.post-47001436029398053652016-04-19T22:29:00.002-04:002016-04-19T22:30:32.989-04:00The Glass Bottom Boat
We drift along watching our lives go by
like tourists in a glass bottom boat.
We see ourselves and others going about the daily struggle.
Somehow we feel a disconnect.
Why are we attracted to some people
and repelled by others?
Is everything we have ever learned wrong?
I have always heard that we are what we think.
We attract what we think about and how we feel.
I want to know what the Philip DeLoachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09458694830050065564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5449183756637781062.post-43028923249602461262016-01-26T22:31:00.003-05:002016-01-26T22:31:52.942-05:00Lost my Rose Colored GlassesLook outside.Look inside.Look all around you.Find the answer to the unasked question.Ask the question that has no answer.The riddle of the Sphinx.Who has the authority to determine what intelligent in intelligent life means?Anybody can be an expert if they read enough bookswritten by other experts.Experts have gotten society to where we are now.Do you like the direction the world is taking?Who isPhilip DeLoachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09458694830050065564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5449183756637781062.post-77252603842520951012015-08-12T11:18:00.000-04:002015-08-12T11:18:01.879-04:00Speaking Out of TurnWe filled the void with Dark Matter, AntiMatter, and WhatsamatterWe have named the un-named, charted the uncharted.Now we have even opened an Embassy in Havana.At some point we even went to the moon, some people say.Where have all the bees and butterflies gone? To AgriBigness every one.Will we soon follow them?Ask the Wizard. He knows everything.He put the B in Buffalo.With all this stuff that isPhilip DeLoachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09458694830050065564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5449183756637781062.post-34019426572296626602015-08-12T11:15:00.000-04:002015-08-12T11:15:17.965-04:00Another Day, Another Dollar
Waking to the hum of an electromagnetic suburban fog
of microwaves spitting out their instant coffee,
frozen entrees, we head out for another pre-packaged day.
Kiss the wife, pat the dog and the kid.
Make sure you have your electronic helpers and your GPS guidance.
The Gadgets and Gizmos have taken the place of our brains.
Life is just a holographic shadow projected by our fears and desires.
Philip DeLoachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09458694830050065564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5449183756637781062.post-50499046777687477912015-03-07T17:08:00.000-05:002015-03-07T17:17:21.563-05:00A Journey
I woke up in Darkness.
A Darkness that is unimaginable.
There were thousands of lights all around
but I couldn't see my own hands.
Over to my left I saw what looked to be the Earth.
A tiny blue ball.
There was no up or down, no forward or backward.
My only points of reference were inside and outside.
The only thing I could touch was my own body.
Philip DeLoachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09458694830050065564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5449183756637781062.post-1298384071406919312015-02-28T11:29:00.002-05:002016-02-12T19:12:12.900-05:00Free to Believe the Unbelievable
Time has driven the vagabond from me.
The short span of the illusion of freedom I once had is gone now.
We are all prisoners of our beliefs and circumstances.
We own nothing but memories and fantasies.
When we were children, scared of our own shadows we never realized
that the shadows were as real as we were.
The Land of the Free and Home of the Brave is aPhilip DeLoachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09458694830050065564noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5449183756637781062.post-2106346304751249792015-02-06T20:38:00.005-05:002016-02-12T19:13:57.803-05:00I Knew You When
I knew you when we were young.
We had big dreams and no money.
We thought our generation
would make the world Utopia.
We thought we knew all the answers.
We didn't even know the right questions.
I wanted to hold all my friends and family close.
I never considered the changes and sacrifices
we would all have to make.
Now only a few of my friends stillPhilip DeLoachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09458694830050065564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5449183756637781062.post-15278564796874490002015-01-20T01:48:00.003-05:002015-01-20T01:48:30.107-05:00Watch Your StepTo all the people who thinkyou will live forever.You won't.Everything you do now you will wearuntil you die.Every smell, sound, thought, and deedwill be recorded somewhere.Life is not what it seems to be.History is nothing but lies that keepbeing rewritten over and over.What has been done was not donefor the reasons we think.There may be some peoplewho know the Truth.But they are not sharing thatPhilip DeLoachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09458694830050065564noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5449183756637781062.post-18999469315736269982014-10-27T14:55:00.003-04:002014-10-27T14:55:13.033-04:00On NappingI awoke from a nap that I did not remember taking.I was just suddenly awake and walking down the street.I noticed there were no cars moving. No people going from place to place.There were no sounds.No birds, vehicles, airplanes, music, no sounds at all, except the rustle of dusty leaves on dying trees.I walked for what seemed like miles and still no sign of life.The sky had a dirty orange glow toPhilip DeLoachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09458694830050065564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5449183756637781062.post-64066844100406063892014-09-29T22:34:00.002-04:002014-09-29T22:34:46.234-04:00Gurus GaloreThe world is full of Gurus.The all-knowing, all-seeing, profiteers of prophecies.They have all the answers.People speaking in tongues but nobody knows what they're saying.The Breathetarians who claim not to eat nor drink, just to be.Walking on red hot coals, kissing poisonous snakes, drinking strychnine.Are we real or just holograms in the mind of Brahma?Step on a crack, break your mother's Philip DeLoachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09458694830050065564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5449183756637781062.post-76684319196158514802014-09-29T22:32:00.002-04:002014-09-29T22:32:59.105-04:00Life's EnigmasI feel like a tree that is slowly losing it's leavesand wondering if there will ever be another Spring.A rebirth, a renewal.We have all the questions and all the answers.Sorting them into truth and lies is our task.I need to feel that the struggles of life have a purpose,beyond the span of our puny lifetime.One day Love and light will be all there is.Or complete oblivion will be our Philip DeLoachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09458694830050065564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5449183756637781062.post-13043675734745122462014-07-06T00:32:00.003-04:002014-07-06T00:32:41.758-04:00A Soul's FlightIt is strange flying backwards over trees dark with fog and moonlight.Looking back as I fly I see the memories of all the peopleand places from my life standing like tombstones fading into the distance.There must be a light at the end of this flight.There has to be one.If not then the journey has no point.God, Nirvana, Enlightenment …whatever the destination is I just hope it is not Philip DeLoachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09458694830050065564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5449183756637781062.post-82363667123762586762014-05-05T00:43:00.004-04:002014-05-05T00:43:38.124-04:00Brethren Brethren, sisteren, children, we all dance to the same tune.Some fast, some slow, some dance where it don't even show.Got me some oxygen today.Maybe I can inflate myself and float away…I bet there are balloon people on some planet.I wouldn't mind that.They eat lots of cake to hold them down to the ground.Lay abouts my Grandmother used to call them.Grandpaw liked them because they played banjos Philip DeLoachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09458694830050065564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5449183756637781062.post-82991893137583642752013-12-14T21:48:00.000-05:002013-12-14T21:48:24.020-05:00Finding A HoleI wish I could find a sunny spotin a grove of trees.Where there is the smell of pine and last year's oak leaves.There would be a hole or burrow.It would be lined with soft leaves and fur.All worries, stress and troubleswill be left at the entrance to the burrow.I will enter the burrow with a clear mind and an open heart.No regrets, only Peace.Sealed in my cozy place I can let goand sleep the Philip DeLoachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09458694830050065564noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5449183756637781062.post-19268882512828738122013-10-26T13:41:00.002-04:002013-10-26T13:41:24.032-04:00Of Leaf and LightThe shadow of leaves
dancing in the breeze
reflected in the patch of sunlight on my wall...
beckons me.
Tempting me to follow an idea
and an existence of light and shadow
Just when I think I know the Truth
it slips between my fingers.
Staying just beyond my reach it gives me small hints
of the Reality that exists in the unseen
and only briefly experienced.
Light and Shadow entwine to produce Philip DeLoachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09458694830050065564noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5449183756637781062.post-43979897381779691442013-08-03T00:55:00.002-04:002013-08-03T00:55:28.621-04:00A Little Trip Through Space/TimeI remember waking up. Wearing black leather clothes.I never wear leather.Maybe it was synthetic, I don't know.A man in obvious Administration and in control of the situation sat down and asked if we were comfortable.I said "are you?"He then had me promptly gagged.He said we were taking a little trip.A trip to a place where we "fit in" more appropriately.I felt the cold steel on my wrists. Tight Philip DeLoachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09458694830050065564noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5449183756637781062.post-32433256226752081982013-01-07T00:31:00.003-05:002013-01-07T00:31:37.865-05:00Drizzle
DrizzleThe Dance of Life swirls around uslike the winds of a cyclone.We worry about the Future and Wonder about the Past.We miss the Present,falling through the cracks.Where are we headed?Where have we really been?Are our lives only Dreams?When will we awaken?Where will we be?Our lives are like the Peanut Shellslittering the dingy floor of a bar.Could it be that there is aPhilip DeLoachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09458694830050065564noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5449183756637781062.post-47435906134505711222012-12-13T23:16:00.003-05:002012-12-13T23:20:14.968-05:00Loving Places, People and Things
Loving Places People and Things
I still can see the sunlight
filtering through the Pecan and Oak trees
onto the street in front of our house.
The smell of Mimosa in the front yard.
The skinned knees from sidewalk skates.
I think I still have my skate key.
The sounds of the Blue Jays squawking at our cat
as she crept across the side yard.
Playing with lead soldiers in the Philip DeLoachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09458694830050065564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5449183756637781062.post-56393930360272428922012-12-12T15:12:00.000-05:002012-12-12T15:12:17.113-05:00There Is A PlaceThere is a PlaceThere is a place I've heard about.The colors are much brighter.You are never hungry or thirsty.You can eat and drink if you want to,but you don't have to.Anything you desire is yours just by thinking of it.You can travel at the speed of Thought.No crime, no war, no death, a world where you can create a new world every Morning.It may sound boring but there are lessons to be learnedPhilip DeLoachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09458694830050065564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5449183756637781062.post-41625232386791334782012-10-21T23:57:00.001-04:002012-10-21T23:57:21.733-04:00What Time Is It?What Time Is It?Why is it that the faster you move,the slower time passes?In youth you cannot wait to be older.Always rushing your life ahead.It is always too slow.Then as you age you realize that you have slowed downand Time is speeding up.Why is this?Is it real or just our perception?Then you come to an age that it seemslike what used to take minutes now takes hours.You have less to do but it Philip DeLoachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09458694830050065564noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5449183756637781062.post-69115389472864253542012-09-22T23:41:00.000-04:002012-09-22T23:47:23.089-04:00Me and The Moon
Me and the Moon
I used to lie in the bed at night
looking out my open window
when everyone else was asleep.
I could feel the Summer breeze on my face.
carrying the smell the honeysuckle.
Lying there I could hear the sounds of the crickets and frogs
and always the sad song of the whippoorwill.
The fireflies outside would weave intricate patterns
among the limbs of the Pine TreesPhilip DeLoachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09458694830050065564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5449183756637781062.post-69073451675387740032012-08-04T18:58:00.003-04:002012-09-22T23:46:44.762-04:00The Masked Ball
The Masked Ball
You see them everywhere.
They pass you by and look you up and down.
Then they either sneer or smile.
You wonder what goes on behind their mask.
They all wear masks.
If you ask them to take off their mask,
sometimes they comply.
All you see is a black hole that goes on forever.
That is where they live.
Everywhere and nowhere.
Life is a masked ball.
Without thePhilip DeLoachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09458694830050065564noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5449183756637781062.post-29850208697657726372012-05-21T20:50:00.001-04:002012-05-21T20:50:31.991-04:00Larry's Not Home
Larry's Not HomeLarry's not home today.He is in a dumpster behind the fancy restaurantyou know, the one on the other side of town.His cat found a rat to eat so he's happy.He's sleeping now so don't wake him.Larry has a college degree.He used to have a family.He recently found a nice blue blanket.It was fine except for a couple holes.Blue is Larry's favorite color.He got Philip DeLoachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09458694830050065564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5449183756637781062.post-67155700419903707482012-04-09T23:24:00.002-04:002012-04-09T23:28:27.172-04:00Time Before TimeTime Before TimeI can remember when I was not who I am.I can remember when I was not somebody else.When things were as they should be.When skies were blue and the air was clean.When days were long and time did not rush bylike a speeding freight train.Apples were given time to ripen before being picked.We took the time to notice one another.To get to know one another.We took the time to actually Philip DeLoachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09458694830050065564noreply@blogger.com0