For Poetry

At the T heat r e   by Robert Neest   Below the shining ceiling spanned above  Inside the tiny loges spread around  A young girl with her mother sitting down  Is waiting the beginning of the play.  She’s wearing a new dress she bought last week  With fancy haircut that she likes so much  And rising from her seat with prying eyes  She wants to see it all, to hear it all.  Two ladies speaking loudly behind her,  A sitting couple holding their hands,  A group of standing men in front of her  Are making a low murmur to expand.  The chatting stops and all are sitting down,  The lights are dimming everywhere around  And leaning back in her soft cosy chair  The girl can now relax, the play is on. 

  The Journey  by Robert Neest  The plain and simple things are those we feel  In our lives on any common day  And keep us all together on the ground  Like sturdy stones resisting over time.  They are the same for poor and rich alike,  A hug, a smile, a warm and sunny day,  Reminding us that we are here and live,  As different as we are, in the same world.  Apart, there are some goals and wishes, too,  That make us grow and we are seeking them  With hopes to find a better, finer life  Fulfilling our journey on the earth.  But they are distant and the shapes are blurred,  Each person sees them in a different way  And trying to get closer and find out  What do we want, it takes us the whole life.