How tensely fraught with nerves was Rory
When entered in the Masters again
Never before there a victory
Rather his efforts had all been in vain
Right there his head had to be OK
To don the green jacket there and then
ego subdued
upward his soul flew
~ time lost rued
Sometime in December,
2008, our magnetic gaze of love
did more than just speak or act.
It was in wedlock consummated.
And like a dream, ten years have
gone by, as our tender fruits of
affection continue to sprout daily.
Continue to rest on my shoulder
until the sun on our wedlock sets.
Here's what the world's long been waiting for
A simple, foolproof plan to end Arab-Israeli wars:
One, murder all Jewish Israelis, may they rest in peace
Two, the Jewish State -- its existence immediately cease
In return, the Arab States will withdrew their demand
For an unconditional West Bank Jewish settlement ban!
This plan, every Arab leader will enthusiastically endorse
~ All that remains is to sell it to the Israelis, of course...
Last snow-patch recedes
Chill's memory faint
Birds chirp before dawn
Windows flung open
Whites hang from the line
Nights are shorter
Days are longer
Weather's toasty
Flowers yawn, stretch
Morning's dew
Noon's sweat-drop
Evening's breeze
Here at
long last:
Spring!
April 23, 2019
Entry in Diminished Hexaverse about Spring contest
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
At Long Last…
For the PAST
Let fade mistakes made
May they be forgotten
Debts marked paid
At long last…
For the PRESENT
Hold tight my hand
Together we now stand
United as one
At long last…
For the FUTURE
Bright, shiny and clear
Hold and keep me near
Forever love found
At long last…
The die is cast
Love steady and fast
Life in the PRESENT
Eyes on the FUTURE
No regrets of the PAST
At long last…
Pat LeDuc
February 8, 2018
Only now coming down from its mast
The flag of a terrible past
What pain we endure
To see racism’s cure
So will we have peace at long last?
Author's note: There will be much more to do before we have economic fairness for all. Racism is (unfortunately) alive and well in this world of ours. At some point, people may realize how foolish they have been. Racism is a sign of a small and closed mind and doesn't jive with reality.
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