Best Apportioning Poems
Spring has arrived with warmer days
And newness everywhere.
Fruit trees are donning spring-time dress,
The apple, plum and pear.
Spring will just get nicely settled in,
When Summer moves her on.
Summer brings the sun in hotter mode
To assure that Spring is gone.
Fall topples Summer from her throne
With her strong winds cold and brash,
Summer packs her bags and waves goodbye.
Cold winds give her a rash.
Winter has waited patiently
For others to have their due.
With winter games and holidays,
She makes a statement too.
Each season has its devotees
And her own special charms,
With careful apportioning for each one,
Right amount of cold or warm.
4/4/16
DEFINITION OF CATALYSIS
THE SPEEDING UP OR,SOMETIMES, SLOWING DOWN OF A CHEMICAL REACTION BY ADDING A SUBSTANCE WHICH IT SELF IS NOT CHANGED THEREBY
In
Addition
with in
illusion
on the other side
2,4,6,8 way mirror's
reflection
above, beyond
reality
apportioning
form another
infinite
philosophy
a different person additionally
to your day
night
genuine
beyond
causing fact's waiting to be explored......
Blame hardly ever helps unless it is used to express anger
it does not achieve any more than venting raging frustration
levels the playing field to a point apportioning recrimination
without actually achieving anything but turning on the tap
of seemingly futile emotions seeking for a functional cause
My lover and I were set to move on from Spain back to home
a new abode on the British Isles to work and retire for good
Sitting in a house in Valencia with boxes packed with books
memorabilia trinkets and carpets rolled up for easy transport
we simply waited for one final certificate from the authorities
Nothing fancy just a signature on paper and promised long ago
but nothing had prepared us for the legendary mañana mañana
with months of inaction inaptitude and not a thought for reason
We are working on it they said but no one seemed to care about
how much depended on the form and a long chain of consequences
Now the buyers pulled out and who can blame them as they
patiently waited such a long time and eventually merely gave up
on their dream and by proxy on our venture and own aspirations
Unpacking the moving goods will keep us busy for a short while
to make our house presentable once more and waiting to ensue
Injustice grinds its teeth at feelings and reason that do not conform
fail to find the wise mind to align their disarray and stark confusion
and so we are lost in transition that keeps on lingering for an eternity
while our souls bleed remonstrate on what ifs and other conjunctives
Lashing out at floorboards and ceilings does not deal with the grief
My grandma used to say it is what it is and advised with great caution
that one never knows what it may be good for and advised acceptance
and her problems were bigger than ours with a war raging in Europe
bombs on her head ruins devastation existential fear and an unknown
and we have each other a roof over our heads and food on our table
And yet it is difficult to be grateful when a vision for imminent future
has been shattered so crudely in its unfairness of unnecessary delay
On the bright side candles and scent sticks are unpacked as we pray
17th March 2021
What structure resides
For the apportioning of Love?
What do plastic cards and love
Have in common?
Maybe I can save on output
And get more cost effective returns
My actions are cold, vacant
The windows fog as I stare ahead
Yellow
Red
Green cellphone circuits
To forge intimacy
Circuits I speak
Words flood before I dial
I'm searching for Love
How can this be?
Statistics are miserly
She threw her heel
In anguish
That another woman had loved me
Both were fleeting
Like hurricanes
My brother filed a contract
He wanted Love like a fixture
And became a Lawyer
I'm just a vagabond
The trees speak to me
And I fling wishful ideals
That love could ever last
How does the hymner sing of God's measureless love through quadruplets-
Fine craftsman of fields, flowers, fountains of water, mountains, and sun-
Who practiced self-denial, till blood sweat, for the honor of thieves
apportioning second chances like sweet nectar while He came undone?
Why does the scribe pen his worship to the Universal Maker,
Compiling pages of effusive love notes for an unseen King?
Unobserved by open eyes but recognized by insightful hearts
Heeding courtship calls from Christ, Saviour sweet, at the threshold tapping.
Where does the artist conceive sweet lines, hues that tell wondrous tales-
delicate replicas of the Creator, thoughts color their veins-
as prismatic as rainbows post turbulence and wuthering days,
so silver linings laid on canvas sprinkle joy for hearts to sail?
When do dancers slip from guarded grace to ungirded ecstasy?
In the sweet echoes of a recent heartbeat or laughing babies,
bustling birdy melodies auguring spring's blessed revival?
I shall sharpen my grand jetés for Jesus' triumphant arrival.