Home > Creative Writing > Poetry
Created on: December 10, 2008
People Song!
People and people and people,
doing what they doodlie do.
People are not islands,
even when all alone.
People we look
and people we think
people we seek on the phone.
People we cheer
and people we fear
people we hear in our head
People we hate
people we hire
people we mourn when they're dead.
Like wheeling birds are people,
Like ballet-dancing fish,
who do what the one who is next to them does
and in doing so, do as they wish.
Oh, how we are like snowflakes,
each special and single and rare,
but with all of our friends and family,
we're just drifts of snow everywhere.
People are always quite busy
doing what they dutifully do,
with scarcely a pause to ponder
Who they dutifully do it to.
Like children
who play at dress up,
big people dress up too,
it's the hat and the shirt and the gun
that makes them do what they do.
It's the Man
on the TV talking
who looks so serious and stern,
stating with Solemn Conviction
the language we'll come to learn.
We hear it again
from our neighbors
at the school for birds and fish
and do what we see them doing
and in doing so do as we wish.
We wonder what would happen
What trance might we undo,
If,
unlike the fish,
we do what we wish
before we see what they do.
It's people, and people,
and people,
that make the world we see,
Stop doing what you see them doing,
You might set all of us Free.
People and people and people
dutifully doodlie do!
Learn more about this author, Laurenc Devita.
Click here to send this author comments or questions.
Below are the top articles rated and ranked by Helium members on:
Poetry: People watching
People Song!
People and people and people,
doing what they doodlie do.
People are not islands,
even when all alone.
People
by Emma Feneley
You can read from his hands he's an artist,
Though in hers there's a lack of self pride,
Just to catch a smile as it falters
I'm watching the people,
who are watching their steps.
As they walk through life's days
and they watch other people passing
Yoga mat man
The high heeled twins
The whistler
The old couples
Everyday we ride together
Strand Road boy
Tin whistle teacher
Ballymac
As I sit in this common area
Quietly waiting, listening
Straining to hear the mechanical tones
Sometimes unable to distinguish
Barely
View All Articles on: Poetry: People watching
Featured Partner
Environment Northeast (ENE) has partnered with Helium, giving you the chance to write for a cause. Browse ENE's featured titles, pick an issue and write! You can also donate your article earnings. Share what you know, lear...more