Peter and I are together and we’re in a grove.
Time is our treasure, precious and dwindling.
I watch for signs of the future unfolding,
like a twitch that might be the first sign of a stroke.
Answers will come - slowly - or they’ll parachute in from nowhere.
We spend a lot of time together but most of it is spent studying.
We both have silences that shouldn’t be penetrated.
I have so many questions, but I keep them at a safe distance,
so I don’t feel the need to interact with them.
All I know is we’re alive, and we still have to dance.
It's not always fun, operating in the face of uncertainty
but what else can we do - except go through the motions?
“When exactly did the world lose its collective mind?” I asked, reading the news on my iPad.
Peter looked up from the book he was highlighting with a phosphorescent pink pen.
“They’ve found toxic metals in CHOCOLATES. Everywhere.” I announced, like that Poe bird.
“I guess we’re canceling chocolate then,” he said, sarcastically, “we’ll adapt.”
“Yeah, you bet.” I said with genuine irony.
Categories:
adapting, boyfriend, future, relationship, school,
Form: Free verse
Life always changes.
People come and go, often.
The whirlwind’s embrace.
Categories:
adapting, change, feelings, memory, storm,
Form: Haiku
Adapting To Change
Written: by Miracle Man
January 18, 2021
God gave man ability to adapt to change,
It's the only thing in life that's never ending.
We're often suffering through times of disarrange,
while fighting change, instead of yielding or bending.
From inception man begins his march toward death,
encountering and adapting to change each day.
Up until the time of coming his final breath,
survivors adapt to the change that comes their way.
Teaching Your Children About God
“Prayer is less about changing the world
than it is about changing ourselves”
David J. Wolfe
Categories:
adapting, change,
Form: Rhyme
Barbershops all closed,
a Covid nonessential.
I clip my own mop.
Categories:
adapting, change, funny, hair, humor,
Form: Senryu
Schmooze me darling, my appetite is rapt.
Drinks with umbrellas - a tropical freeze.
Cruise for teal blue waters whilst I adapt.
Shrinks the mainland - aims towards* coconut trees.
Muse takes the wheel - island adventure mapped.
Winks his erotic eye - how wild the seas.
Weather for sailing - no longer a wreck,
Tether me, baby, to your wafting deck.
Categories:
adapting, adventure, romantic love, sea,
Form: Ottava rima
Tick Tick Tick
I sit here and wait
before my final walk,
those final few moments of my fate,
straight through the cell door.
The clock is ticking,
I have too finally admit
to sins I have committed.
I wonder how i got this far.
I fought fiercely overseas
for my country.
Not knowing what state I was in
I returned home with heartache.
My battle did not end overseas.
I still carried the weight
of pain and suffering,
preventing me to adjusting to civilian life.
I lost everything.
The unsatisfied insanity
exploded like waves pounding,
rising and falling
pain in my soul so heavy.
I couldn’t escape the memories
that flooded my mind.
The person in the mirror
that looked back at me wasn’t me.
I sought comfort,
through drugs and alcohol.
When it wasn't enough
I took it out on my family.
Now I sit here waiting
for the freedom that I seek.
May God forgive me;
bring me peace when I sleep.
10/23/2017
Categories:
adapting, abuse, conflict, confusion, drug,
Form: Free verse
To embrace something with full acceptance
for the beauty or the worth that it conveys
is an adventure that offers more excitement;
would this occur if there were no influence?
I've adapted to new ideas and made them my own
to ignite inspiration and do excellent, timeless works;
today there is a predominant need to expose a thought...
when overused words sound bland and are wind-blown.
If new writers have been influenced by famous works,
they must make a greater effort to make theirs unique;
greatness is achieved by worthiness, not by cleverness,
so adjust to any conceivable idea and make it your own
with an originality that stands out and earns admiration.
In this society with evolving literature, science and inventions...
one must adapt to changes quickly to avoid some harsh critique;
be that artist who conjures up real plots to win the readers' hearts.
Written on /29/2016
Categories:
adapting, adventure, culture, inspiration, language,
Form: Rhyme
Growing up is not at all what it seems.
You have to be at work early and keep a strict routine.
No summer break, running through the sprinklers or first kisses at the lake.
Everything is now either a make or a break.
You now have a job, a spouse and dinner to make, kids to bath and meetings to partake.
With dinner burning in the oven, I reminisce of what used to be, a completely different version...a younger, more carefree me.
Sneaking out of the house, smoking weed headed to parties on the beach. Always laying around contemplating "what life will bring"
Now it's dinner time, and I think of how life has completely changed once I was given an engagement ring.
Categories:
adapting, age, appreciation, children, destiny,
Form: Lyric
Adapting around.
Salutations to the salamander which is an extraordinary being;
It can live in water it's whole life like a fish or walk on land both life giving;
they have normally four toes on the front legs and five digits on both of the receding;
when they are young they are velvet to touch and when they get older become slippery in feeling;
like most vertebrates they are not because instead of lungs they can have gills for breathing;
salamanders don't like being touched as they secrete poison from their glands in case anything near one fancies eating;
the amazing salamander has no external ears but they can detect many colours of the spectrum through determining sight seeing;
they say they are most like frogs and reproduce in quite the same way but when a salamander loses a limb they can reproduce duplicating regenerating healing;
so the salamander is the closest to perfection of any living being because it can adapt to it's surrounding rather than changing the surrounding it's living.
Categories:
adapting, animal,
Form: I do not know?