May

MAY Entrant to May without bay, surely I will slay Demons of doubt and crush fangs of today To jettison the forced road of casualty But so that I may believe I will triumph only Without ire come what may A day may never come so sweet in May To show how costly summer was at hand for us, Frustration may steam from daily endeavours But whether I may quit or bow out, Never an option instead I will sprout Like the hope of a dead tree brought down Left to decay starting from now, Only to sojourn further in this May, If I suffer yesterday its that I may succeed this May And if I suffer today its to succeed tomorrow, nay, Looking on to that May Day is eye on the prize And the rewarding laurel pleasing to the eyes, My own will dead and faded away like smoke, Broke my Yoke for me to carry His yoke (This' not a joke) But I cleave to the mark of the High calling Not concerned if anyone feels its annoying. The fool multitude choose by show And serve from the only folly they know Not learning more than the foolish eye teach, But I trade all to gain more,the end will preach; Paid dues of past life intricacies, The fire seven times more tried this, Now refined is my silver this May which is Silvered o'er again and so was this Beautiful ravishing envisioned Marilyn May Leventis Such that my shadow bask in bliss That I may feel heaven and her kiss, Again never to choose a life amiss, And more until her demise none shall appear By the time memories of May lingers here. VickWizzy Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP} Copyright © 2016. Rewritten: April 2020.