What wonders you have birthed
As we have watched you these eons.
First on Earth, a god
who loved his wine and women.
Then we learned more as probes passed by.
Your beauty shown more each passing picture.
Then came the actual exploration
populated with space pioneers.
Your moons are now covered with our people,
though you yourself have been left untouched.
Mother Saturn, thank you.
The old archives have revealed treasures
of the civilization we live in.
This beautiful planet we call home
was first explored from afar.
No one expected us to stay
and yet here we are.
This wonderful universe is so full
of things to explore.
Saturn and its moons
will remain as my heart.
The usual status quo
as the days wear on.
The blandness of nothing
exciting or new.
Some yearn for this,
others despise it.
Today I want the usual.
Quiet, unassuming.
Expectations and responsibilities fulfilled.
Tomorrow when I have more energy…
Tomorrow I’ll decide.
I am not alone.
My thoughts are always with me.
I have many blessings
for which to be thankful for.
But I chose which ones to love.
I have chosen you.
Even if you don’t want it.
I will always cherish you!
The shopping craze.
I must have THIS!
I will scream until
you magically produce one!
What do you mean
you have no more in stock!
Your flyer advertised it.
It is so on sale!
It says so right here!
No the tag was not moved!
You better honor it!
Or else I’ll call the manager!
You are the manager?!
Shame on you for setting
such a bad example for your employees.
No! I did not spit on you!
I just want my deals!
The repetition of the same sentence
Over and Over and Over
Hoping the desired response will happen.
Eventually.
Maybe!
Someday??
I guess I’ll ask again…
I have been called worse.
People say mean things all the time.
I understand the urge.
Indulgence is hard to deny.
To stand tall and assert myself
takes courage of a rare kind.
Blissfully ignorant people, among them
me and my mind, you will not find.
My ignorance stems from lack of knowledge,
Though I do like a good book time to time.
Thick, gooey grime.
Moving slowly down the gutter.
Bits of trash littered throughout.
What a shame society has made.
The eyes follow me as I walk to work.
Walk softly my angels
I have found a safe haven.
The blessed meek
have inherited the Earth.
Valhalla will be our neighbours,
should you wish to partake of their festivities.
But our home at last
we have discovered!
In the coldest days of winter
the thoughts that help us through
are formed by the tiniest seeds
that eventually will bloom.
The welcome sight of the colours
that survived another blanket
of snow give us hope
that we too shall survive and bloom!
Saturn's Premier Poet 