A tragedy lives on and on,
A tragedy is never gone,
If one tragedy dies another is born.
Roses and thorns,
A tragedy blows a haunted horn.
A lady in black tragically mourns
Her unfaithful lover who adjourned
The twisted tragic love sworn.
She loved him, she did with all she had,
But in the end she was the one who got sad,
Why did she get her humble heart broken?
Didn't she know that love is a lustrous lie often?
Where was her wise mind that always knew?
Was it on vacation with its feet under the ocean blue?
Now will she be able to mend her broken heart with glue?
Or will she keep waiting for the traitor who stole her heart and flew?
‘Alas ! My heart had to leave its treasures at sides of path of Life to end
at ‘ Death’. - Poet
In last phase decrepit heart to mourn.
All achievements turned obsolete.
Once seeds of confidence were sown.
Now strength of mind is deleted.
No time to rectify mistakes.
In last phase decrepit heart to mourn
Burnt desires to fly in ash flakes.
Only despondency is shown.
In senile decay hope is blown.
Purposeless life to drag in vain.
In last phase decrepit heart to mourn.
No bonding left, nothing to gain.
Case for my ‘LIFE ‘ is still pending -
My ‘TIME’ is up ! Court is adjourned.
Life to meet obvious ending.
In last phase decrepit heart to mourn.
There’s no problem
with death
when it’s
tomorrow
One day from
today
as the calendar
turns
Time
stays an orphan
all moments
adopted
The end
yet beginning
its promise
— adjourned
(Dreamsleep: September, 2024)
Some are common - others rare,
But opportunities are there
For us to claim, capture, declare...
Unless we simply stop and stare.
Long after our mother's girth...
Beyond our time of childbirth,
We have chances for all their worth
To make our way on planet Earth.
Some of them simply appear
During a meal... over a beer.
Others may not seem as clear
If we refuse to see or hear.
Granted some are, others earned...
Some cases see them adjourned.
Lost at times with bridges burned...
Experience and what is learned.
Feeding out of their said manger...
Each one a potential changer.
Sometimes given by a stranger
Or another unknown ranger.
Saviours from a life of woe...
Expanders of what we all know.
An opportunist - are you so
Or would you rather let them go?
My bathroom has a radio
Connected to the switch
That controls the light, so people think
That there’s some kind of glitch.
But whoever needs to use it
Hears the weather and the news
And the traffic and the sports
And some instructive interviews.
Now those voices, so familiar,
Will be missing since I’ve learned
That the station, CBS-AM’s
About to be adjourned.
Also called News 88, it’s been,
For close to 60 years,
Keeping all New Yorkers up to date
With news as it appears.
I know change is bound to happen
But I will not have a clue
About all the latest news if I
Don’t hear it in the loo!
Get ready my friend for the journey ahead,
The road will be tricky and twisted with turns;
On life's winding path we're often misled.
The mission is won with tears that we shed,
May every defeat be quickly adjourned;
Get ready my friend for the journey ahead.
Do not be afraid in your soul there is said
The strength to endure whatever is churned;
On life's winding path we're often misled.
Life is a tapis where future is thread,
Its pattern mere mortals can never discern;
Get ready my friend for the journey ahead,
The path is unknown and not easily tred,
With every misstep the lessons are learned;
On life's winding path we're often misled.
May hope before us ever be spread,
May tables be set with sweetest sauterne;
Get ready my friend for the journey ahead,
Often we travel with God's blessing of bread,
Sometimes with a curse from the devil's own urn;
Get ready my friend for the journey ahead,
On life's winding path we're often misled.
birth out in the mist
bright things then have birth
between the beauty and decay
molten lead adjourned
the faithfulness of a century
lies bedridden
the missives continueth
Doom stirs the mosaics of dearth
please do not disturb
the cadence of tomorrow's plan
The butterflies hoover
It is often said; "Let go of the past".
Acts of Creativity
As long as you have a mind, you have a past
with memories good and bad to last
Memories that stir many feelings
Time that brings many healings
So many lessons learned,
from experiences adjourned
The past, present and future intertwined
It is all deep within your mind
Through days that are always changing
Plans that are rearranging
There is the constant of a creative act
Writing. music, dance and art in tact
All these acts of human creativity,
connect us all to sweet eternity
Heidi Sands
8/7/23
Remember a face
Here’s to the books that wouldn’t burn
And ideas that refused to be adjourned
To the laughter that is infectious
And a kiss that is forever precious
Remember a face that you can’t forget
And a rendezvous that is always kept
A whisper you always heard so true
And to the sweet words of I love you.
© Paul Warren Poetry
If only Autumn
could relent its teeth
like a furnace burning bright
it celebrates the dearth
of confidence
like friends lost at sea
It claims lost souls
spindle wood
you've pawned our tomorrows
and adjourned our yesterdays
The sun tugs young hours,
Wrings the day. Flowers spring,
Pupils play,
Waitlessness on one youngling.
Longing eyes cashed the calendar,
But father’s clock ticks.
Abysmal seconds cool son’s glare
Oak floor boards catch salty drips.
Minutes and months and now.-
Minutes-
and minutes-
and minutes-
Young blood flow still warm’s sign
Th’at least… young years are yet to give.
Naïve nowadays deprived of
First father’s lessons never lived.
Don’t you see! What is a man?
-Somehow boy did pursue,
Though, t’will never return those lessons,
Thrill’s seeking soul spurs no such blessings;
Mirages o’ dreams: a slew.
Upon composure: supple closure,
Baker’s dozen years gone over.
One son’s frozen dreams adjourned,
By mother’s smother, slack heli-hover,
Manhood grasped, not graven: learned.
Heaven awaits me below the story ,
With that gasp ,this is the last breath of the man.
Wrapped up ,there is my last ride .
The world has been painful ,
And restless.
Unforgiving with lessons .
For these are the last words ,
From waisted tears and a broken lover .
Whose few wishes were achieved at his lower .
I led my deeds like a Raven undercover ,
Now the moment of truth awaits in the midhour .
To all of you, whom you are feeling dried ,
Prior to my empty pledges ,
Be freed from the rage you kept for me .
Never will you see my smiles ,
I have reached the bottom phase ,
A moment to draw memory lane .
He who with the crane ,
Has decided my fate .
Adjourned ,closed is my case .
His wry epitaphs
gave us many laughs
Now Milt has returned
heaven's court, adjourned
~ R.I.P. Xmas, 2022 ~
S ubsequent period of flashbacks sunbath my heart
Acccosted my adjourned remembrance: got me intermittent
More laughter in disguise not to divulge the obscure
Stormed me in the cloud of memories that trigger apparently
Oh until those seem concerned appaer treacly
Nagging in the hospital of less or no patient
At your own best, your presence were felt to a fault
Krugerrand in making with no jetney-like behaviour
In no reluctancy of delegating resp. to Ina
No one has the great and genuine love shown after demise
When will there be menopause?
Ullage of good turn around preserve us
Most awesome possibility equisitely manage the emotional tug-of-war
It will take exceptionality to discover them in my treasure chest
OLABOSOYE_RIP
Esteemed personages and jurists
let the oral arguments begin.
Sir, the legality of your position on this
most serious of matters
limps like a drunken duck.
Madam your logic has diminished,
it trips over its own dung,
it bleats like a flea bitten nanny-goat.
Sire, your robes make you look fat.
Madam, your mother resembles
a demented Pitbull.
Sir, your ass requires two chairs.
This case is flawed.
This flaw is the case!
The floor is wet madam, are you incontinent?
Your flapping mouth is toothless Sir.
Gum me !
Go dry your nuts in a microwave donkey breath.
“My respected colleagues,
decorum please,”
pleads another pillar of the law.
Together – ‘Shut-up fish face!'
Long thoughtful pause,
while giant legal minds deliberate.
A deep disembodied voice intones::
"The Supremes have adjourned for lunch."
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