Best So It Goes Poems
So it goes
Easy to pen poetry in the light of day
much more for the eye to see
washed away her shadow of night
anyway,
yeah..,
try and explain it to my heart
that longs for you..
wills it to..
go dark.
Easy to land long strokes
smooth movement in pen's pace
knows it's almost time
to trace fine lines of a face
I have to hold it in
still too bright,
stretch my neck
feelin onset
of your twilight..
So easy writing by candle's glow
from one who knows
how to separate
thorn from rose.
So it goes
And so it goes on. The tinted sky flies so fast.
Birds screeching on Dovers hill while sheep
pacifistically graze. The lime green leaves
shimmer and wave in a sudden breath of wind.
In the lee of the valley small bodies with
elongated shadows meander through
the surf of long grass. The return of the
swallows zip-wiring across endless sky
signifies that life continues.
The limes, blues and greens pirouette
and dance, blurring into a red sun.
© 27/5/2014
The surf, ferocious in the distance
white caps and roller coaster waves
nose-dives into the shore
sand rearranged; sea life takes cover-
the hermit crab –boroughs;
the gulls greedy, hungry - grab
remnants of human litter- their meal for the day-
and flee.
Homeward bound.
Rain-
torrents or drizzle feed flora, fauna, man
all given a pardon: one more day to live.
Mother Nature in a cathartic mood sends
the wind, chaotic, blasted, twisted;
or patronizing - to clean and clear.
Then returns the earth to serenity
and life.
Homeward bound.
Geese choreographed in flight
synchronized to fly as one
north to south in the winter
and intuitively reverse when
it’s time to breed and feed.
Homeward bound.
Lovers- finish
the evening’s repartee with a
nightcap of Bailey’s or Port
conjoined as they coo their way.
Homeward bound.
The warrior-committed to peace-
combative, defensive, protective, vigilant,
conflicted- kill or be killed.
The good soldier returns-decorated for bravery- in the box
covered in the coveted colors of the employer.
Some maimed –without limbs, eyes, mind.
The whole- return- many missing-their soul.
Homeward bound.
The dying- incontinent, incoherent, incompetent, in pain
wishes for a reprieve. Moans.
More morphine.
The death rattle gurgling through lungs
ravaged but determined
to discharge the last hooray of life.
Then, so it goes, homeward bound.
Kathy Tauber-2015
And so it goes
Life moves on.....
The shadows dissipate into the cool air.....
How they struggled to steal my Breath.....
The Power of Love has replaced their presence......
With Grace this Heart Shines.....
This Journey into the Heavens....
I could Not have made Alone....
Many have held me Dear....
Consoled my Tear....
Their Gentle Care..Is Now Mine to Share...
And So It Goes.........
We are the people that know too much
That's why they must be rid of us.
We're easy to see from their perch on high
To lie and scheme before our eyes.
They admonish our actions as racist and bigot
And we're labeled extreme as if we're from Piggott.
They control what we say with their " Ministry of Truth",
They control what our children adore.
But in the end they will find,
their lust is blind
and be devoured by the things they abhore.
So it goes
I once read
One day you live
The next your dead
Tomorrow comes
Today is gone
Night time parts
More evils spawn
I see you there
You wicked lie
It is not now
That you will die
But soon in time
Will be the day
That You Will part
And go away
Had a horse once.
Not anymore.
Car's faster.
Sailed across the sea.
Not anymore.
Airplane's quicker.
Typed on an old upright.
Not anymore.
Computer's friendlier.
Wrote people letters.
Not anymore.
Email's speedier.
Commuted two hours to work.
Not anymore.
Get more work done telecommuting.
And so it goes...
Still use a manual can opener
Never bought an electric one.
What difference would it make?
Still use a hand lawnmower.
Never tried an electric model.
My lawn's still green in August.
Still call friends on the phone.
Never find 'em on Facebook.
Still have real friends.
Still look at old wedding albums.
Don't store 'em in the Cloud.
Albums never get hacked.
Still make my own appointments.
Not Alexa.
I stay connected.
And so it goes...
Easy to say that she
just walked away
His pride after all
he must always stand tall
No matter the cost
just her love he has lost
He could never compete
with her lifestyle elite
As she feared from the start
he would just break her heart
He became jealous and sad
over things that she had
She tried to include him
Her love passed right through him
His words lost all meaning
and hers she was screening
Two different worlds colliding as one
All ragged and jagged until there was none
The saddest part at this journeys end
Is losing your love and in turn my best friend...
Wind howls.
Gulls cry.
Tides turn.
Seas sigh.
The moon pulls.
Light tricks.
You go.
The clock ticks.
SO IT GOES
We've heard that so it goes, and all is vain
that everything just happens come what may,
that nothing's worth the time, or all the pain
and everything just passes, anyway;
if so it goes, and we have no control
and evil's just a thing that comes along
then what's the use in setting any goal
or teaching good and bad, or right and wrong?
What is the use if there is nothing more
than what we have right now, and here at hand
what good is there in ever planning for
a better way than one already planned?
How sad to think a generation knows
no more than all is now, and so it goes.
© ron wilson arbuthnot aka
Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
And so it goes,
you live in your world,
I live in mine.
And without the grace of God
we may never be close again,
never be “together” again.
After many more weeks I may be able
to sleep and dream once more
without seeing your faces.
For time is healing this hurt
slowly, so slowly
that it may take a lifetime.
A lifetime I’d rather spend
having special people like you
to hold, to love.
But we’re seldom given what we want,
you and I,
nevertheless, I will always try to be your friend.
No matter what it costs me
my caring will continue.
And so it goes…
9/15/87
‘Hold on’
‘To what?’
‘Your horses’
‘What horses?’
‘Don’t get technical’
‘Who’s getting technical?’
‘You are, friend’
‘Who you calling friend?’
‘Can I ask YOU a question?’
‘You just did…’
in the evening light of an Ugandan town,
welcome breeze in a large thatched canopy,
in a gathering of strangers and friends,
a nepali chef’s exquisite indian cuisine,
aroma of food swarms the candle-lit lobby,
a lone singer in blue jeans strums his guitar,
“ wise men say, only fools rush in,
but I can’t help falling in love with you”!*
tinkle of wine glasses and bottles
beauteous ebony soft skin reflect the candle glow,
colourful scarfs drape elegant hair,
the warmth of the day is long gone,
but radiant are the primal senses,
a greying drummer taps his feet,
the gathering, swings slowly to the UB40 beat,
in African suburb, king Elvis is reborn,
“ shall I stay? would it be a sin?
but I can’t help falling in love with you!”
i feel a soft cheek leaning on my shoulder,
eyes looking in to my eyes,
her hand rubbing my forearm seeking love,
instinctively my hand reach around her long slim waist,
as we gently kiss, lips sensing the warmth of desire!
“take my hand, take my whole life too,
i can’t help falling in love with you”
two strangers in close embrace,
evening, late night, wine and incense,
no introductions, no names
just passion and desire.
In that Ugandan town,
two strangers sought love
under a canopy, voice of a lone singer,
Elvis’ popular song to UB40 beat!
“ like a river flows surely to the sea,
darling so it goes,
somethings are meant to be”
1st Placement
Written 28/07/2020
Sponsor Beth Evans
Same old song poetry contest
* “can’t help falling in love with you“ Elvis Song performed by UB40
SO IT GOES
We've heard that so it goes, and all is vain
that everything just happens come what may.
Is nothing worth the time, or all the pain
and everything just passes, anyway?
If so it goes, and we have no control
and evil's just a thing that comes along,
then what's the use in setting any goal
or teaching good and bad, or right and wrong?
What is the use if there is nothing more
than what we have right now, and here at hand
what good is there in ever planning for
a better way than one already planned?
How sad to think a generation knows
no more than all is now, and so it goes.
© ron wilson
So it happens
So it goes
Walking down
All these
Different roads