Best Never The Twain Shall Meet Poems
"The Children's Hour," Franklin D. called it,
putting his stamp on that ceremony, and, so,
we come together, bird, and beast: a yappy
little Bichon Frise in the parking lot, who believes
he's a Rotweiler. And, then there's the poet,
that strange species you are advised to avoid
lest what's worse, get written up in verse.
It's five p.m., and the great-winged birds (read
Turkey Buzzards) are circling over the lake
as if they know it's time for drowning sins.
I've been absolved of mine, the priest was kind,
still, residual remorse remains for those washed-
out black buzzard-stains, whose namesakes
leave no signs of circling, no trace in the sky,
unlike the plane shot like a ball from a cannon
that is climbing straight up over the snowy
rope beneath it. Then, out of the blue,
another -- the two aerial acrobats
forming a giant X like the cross that
St. Andrew hung on, but it's an epiphany,
not a crucifixion we celebrate as we clink
our glasses,wondering, where go these
hardy climbers, these sky divers? To what
destination, what new creation from their
ropes of light? Where they go, I do not know.
Where, in the offing, trails dissolving,
never the twain shall meet...
I, Thee greet,
On the scale of things,
I don't know much
About technology, politics and such.
Some affluent people think they know all,
And treat others as if they're fools
While some have no common sense
Out of touch, uneducated, dense.
Never the twain shall meet,
If they walk on opposite sides of a street.
The know-alls and the unknowledgeable,
The tolerated and the intolerable.
What trouble this brings,
As we all know nothing,
On the scale of Things.
Dear old she! –
The sun is tanning and battering
Her skin,
Greying her hair, fading her beauty;
She’s gone frail!
Youth has fled her, and hence decrepitude
has befriended her –
For never the twain shall meet.
But still she rises in the dawn,
And she sweeps and she mobs and she cooks;
Without wee help to ease her daily chores.
Her days go over with fatigue in her body,
But she never whines!
And to add, at night she sleeps but with one eye –
Stretching her ears,
and not moving lest she misses falls of feet,
Of some naughty brutal man who may want to
break into her house, and ravish her.
It’s like in a forest,
With only herself to hear breathe;
And to hear sigh –
Her eyes fixed on the scrambling curtain
of a broken window,
Feeling the cold of a frigid wind
that blew the trees
To rustle with a noise burdened with guilt.
Agitatedly peeking at her locked door
Biting her tongue in the loneliness of her blues
and her qualms;
Her threadbare blanket blows dust and
makes her sneeze, and expectorate – ail!
Lightest things of her belongings blown away
from her ragged stands and whacks on the floor;
O dear old she! Never does she rest,
Because whenever she learns to slumber
Is already dawn –and has she to wake up
And accomplish her daily chores, again.
Puzzle pieces are made so that they interlock,
but sometimes one of us gets bent out of shape,
and no matter how hard I try to make you understand
you're like that misfit puzzle piece with eyes agape,
acting like you're always right, but stubborn as a rock.
Our differences are like the pieces of a puzzle called life.
You and I can be like that, obstinate and headstrong,
not willing to give an inch, no matter who is wrong,
and it's the reason why we cause each other strife.
We're as diverse as a pitch black night is to daylight.
That's why our opposite opinions become an argument,
in which we use bitter words in a rage to vent.
I doubt we'll ever find the patience that we need
for one of us to give up the fight and finally concede.
If one of us it has to be, I'm sure it will have to be me
because long ago I learned not to do battle with the devil.
The way to make our pieces fit is to agree to disagree.
I'd rather enjoy life that way, before stooping to your level.
Sky and the earth, the symphony....
never the twain shall meet?
I just heard the euphony,
again and again they greet.
"You gorgeous ground,.. you are so down to earth "...
....the clouds thronged, looked down with mirth.
"You infinite blue, ethereal sky, how I wished I had wings to fly. "
The ground looked up,...the clouds so high. ..
longed to clasp them, close and nigh.
" Beautious earth,..green in sight
fragrant flowers. .you look so bright"
"You blazing sky, stars in the night,
twinkling fireworks, showers of light"
"Waves of majesty, your sublime sea
Rhythm of melody, your birds glee."
"See..we are made for each other, Me and Thee." ..
Let's meet over the horizon.,....
The virtual reality. ..
Let's free our Souls. ..into the Eternity.
"Never the Twain shall meet"
Before time t'was always the way,
But now that Way has been made free.
Any barriers on the road prayed away,
His all is left; in us, to share.
Change is here to stay.