Here, you have four of my poems.
Entertainer
The sad life is entertaining us.
If it didn’t that, we would be
Always deep under the ground.
The real smart things are
More cunning than our need
To fix what is not broken.
© Yelling Rosa
2018-05-07
Explosion
Too much light
For the dark soul
Makes an explosion.
© Yelling Rosa
2018-07-08
Those Who are Shouting
Under the new bridges
Is the old story lurking:
Those who are shouting,
Don’t hear.
© Yelling Rosa
2017-08-13
I Can Only Burn the Candle
It’s sweet to listen to music in peace
and forget about the outside world.
People often preach that each person
is the master of their own fortune.
Does the African mother
who keeps a hungry child on her lap
believe in this?
It would have been sweet to listen to music
in peace and forget the outside world,
but I can only burn the candle.
© Yelling Rosa
2017-10-2
