Best Perpetuate Poems
Come hither youth and heed the words I say,
My heart does yearn as I now reminisce,
If not for you where would I be today?
As I sit forlornly avoid from bliss.
Let me ask you was it all worth your while?
Did you live proudly with love in the end?
Or would you exchange it all for a smile?
Tell me youth did you at least make a friend?
Now as the years went by do I seem old?
My youth please know in the mirror I see,
You standing there with reflection so cold,
Your eyes no wiser than they used to be.
All your dreams have died and hang in the sky,
Leaving me alone to wither and die.
12/16/21
Still regarded mysteriously
A lot of conspiracy
In the sky, on land and near the sea
Eventually I could clearly see
Thought it'd help, but wasn't what I really need
Silly me
Can't do it foolishly
Has to be done skillfully
If I will succeed
Doing it brilliantly
Having consistency
Not taking it all so literally
Somewhat fidgety
Never lost my dignity
Still displaying chivalry
Another epiphany
Time I do it differently
A change in activity
With an increase of ability
For heavens sake
It will or won't resonate
Here let me demonstrate
Human life continues to perpetuate
Can't get the glory with second place
Worldwide not just in eleven states
There'll always be more than seven snakes
In the grass and nearby metal gates
When at your best or feeling less than great
Another incident
This is becoming a predicament
Because it doesn't always end good for the innocent
Toward your sick games, I'll be no participant
Tool or instrument
Regarding life, getting sick of it
And rather inquisitive
Respect for the complex and primitive
Nothing infinite
Staying articulate
No longer being insolent
Remaining vigilant
Also adaptable
In every direction not just diagonal
Or lateral
Working toward becoming affable
No fantasy this is actual
And factual
At times far too serious or casual
Got to work on more capital
Cautious around anything flammable
Often tactical
And practical
Many of my deeds deemed as admirable
Such talent and wisdom is invaluable
While living among animals
Some of which cannibals
Meanwhile humans think they're magical
With opinions that can be radical
So worried about being fashionable
Remember the easiest bone to break is the clavicle
Just about everything becoming taxable
By those that are tyrannical
The impact is minor or problematical
Influencing those that are fanatical
Done in person or by something mechanical
Roots to fly with and grounded wings perpetuate the moment
We live looking forward into the past when we tell our story to make
sense and give meaning to comprehend where we head over heels
feel our way into hereafter sequence freedom contingent contextual
roots to fly with we disentangle causes triggers consummate effects
To create cosmos from chaos clarity from abandon havoc mayhem
on our journey our glance and reflection casts eyes mindful soul firmly
backwards gently into the future that holds us the Universe willing free
floating dimension from foundations introjecting space travel and time
The present the gift of the here and now not there and then evolves
resolves resonates in gentle oscillations for that split second glimpse
of impermanence enshrined for ever like a river its currents rifts drifts
and shifts waving and weaving the slow motion picture of gratitude
In roots we trust to dash grounds and firmament search engines to
flatter and flutter steadily glide along as understanding soars bit by
bit pinions prospecting inwards from outwards and back once more
brushed by gentle feathers crested in ever changing balance of wind
We have faith in wings clipped and regrown from deep down and under
watchful cover of essence solution dissolving premises emerging anew
Letting go needs an anchor for take off holding on requires a sail and
after before all life is what we make of it in how we narrate our story
11th September 2016
shocked though
i write for thy heart
thus yee shall not ever believe
the incident i fell in thee
without hurry did freeze in me
dreams of such plot no real can be
so how come its real to me
to travel that far and need not return
for it is I who left thee
but thy heart abundantly will not
Perpetuate and Must Wait
Problems President Trump does perpetuate;
While on him we will all have to still wait;
Head hard and hollow;
Unpleasing performance and position must vacate.
Jim Horn
the sea for me,
it's a salty flood
that sweetens my vision...
the sun is an eruption
of heat that makes
dawn the fresh morning
of my life...
heaven is a vastness
in blue that colors me
of enthusiasm...and your
body is the universe
in which safe abide,
where I grow and
I fruit mine
perpetuity...!