Best Wherefore Poems
Another year's passed
In the blink of an eye
Time to take stock
Once more to ask
What, When and Why
What have I accomplished?
When will I do more?
Why have I delayed?
~ Wherefore?
Cue:
Juliet's balcony...
Romeo climbing heroically ~
Nurse calls; Romeo falls
Snookered
Will not my Mind,
this thought
this thinking
this Thinker...
Indeed, this Thinker.
Will not this Now
have its dusk?
Had not this Now
had its dawn?
lingering for hours -
the cold-soaked feet under socks
woolen and heavy
4/1/2019
(WORK IN PROGRESS)
O ,wherefore thou ,is thy Sestina Angelina?
she is not here ., thy love thy dove
thou angel eyes hover...oft high above
Tis thyself, a gentleman who doth wait
whilst me dreams and longs to view her gracious gait
I shall dwell ,tarry here in the dark
I must appeal to the day ; canst read her sonnets by dark
But , Joy ! Can hear the bells of her Villanelles.. me Angelina
Me beauty uses classical , graceful words that match her giddy gait
Me elegant ,enchanting dove
I shall remain, I shall wait
For thou, Sestina thy Angelina sent from above
I pace the earth with a weary gait
Me mind wanders ; travels to heights above
longing for me heart, me dove
whilst me dwells,tarries, here in the dark
imagining thyself with Angelina
Thy Sestina , as I , here , wait
I cry, here, in the dark
float in thy head above
O where, O where, is thy turtle-dove?
Is she, too ,in the dark ,
Me angel face, Angelina ?
Shall I further wait?
I growest more weary to wait
anticipation marks thy gait
Still, no sign from me Sestina,Angelina!
I will pray to God above,
on my knees, here, in the dark
whilst I await the return of thy dove.
Alas! Hark, do I hear me dainte dove?
Shall I run to greet her,or patiently , here, wait ?
Shall I continue in this dark ?
Where is she? Didst me not hear the crick of the gait?
Special Notice: Angelina not recorded here nor above!
O , me , O me , O why, me Sestina Angelina ?!!
O ,wherefore thou is thy Sestina Angelina; she is not here .,thy love thy dove
thou angel eyes hover...oft high above; Tis thyself, a gentleman who doth wait
whilst me dreams and longs to view her gracious gait; I shall dweel here in the
dark .
Copyright McCuen 2008
Wherefore
There are a question philosophers and goat herders
has in common with the rest of us the modest multitude
the query is, what is the purpose of our life
from a single sperm cell to fighting it way survival and life
and we ask for what purpose?
We know the outer shell of what we are is based on
the environment we live in, such as education. friends
we meet and dreams.
But the question remains, why are we survivors and what
is the purpose of life that often changes unplanned by us.
The cynical among us have an easy answer,
but they cannot tell you why they become suspicious and
why Adolf became Hitler.
The nearest answer I can think of that life is a prelude
to a new existence an astral life form free of ego, and ownership
will not be asked, we are free truly
liberated of the life that weighed us down on earth.
God is not in this picture, an abstraction we give thanks to when a war ends
and pray to during a new war which is like wildfire
there are always conflicts that are not planned but just happen
on life on our planet.
Humanity is like a lost child in an amusement park, the colours
of the blinking light are a warning, and outside the park it is dark we look for guidance but cannot find the answer.
Wherefore art thou oh mine Lord oh mine Lord?
Wherefore art thou oh mine Lord oh mine Lord?
I hast diligently searched for Thee high and
hast searched for Thine holy presence Low.
I hast searched for Thee and hast failed
to find Thee!
Wherefore art thou oh mine Lord oh mine Lord?
Wherefore art thou oh mine Lord oh mine Lord?
I hast scaled the mountain peaks. I have journeyed
into the ocean depts. I hast continued upward
and I hast journeyed downward in mine endless
quest everywhere fort Thee.
Wherefore art thou oh mine Lord oh mine Lord?
Wherefore art thou oh mine Lord oh mine Lord?
I hast searched for Thee in the windy stormy sea.
I hast journeyed into the center of Thine world.
Only to discover lost and desperate souls there
endlessly. Endlessly lost throughout all eternity.
Then alas then at long last. Thou hast found me.
Thou hast ended mine journey and mine quest
for Thee. I hast heardth Thine still small voice.
"Peace be still. Mine peace I freely giveth
unto thee. Under the shelter of mine
wings I shalt keepth thee,"
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
March 19, 2020
Wherefore
there is a question, philosophers and goat herders
have in common with the rest of us a modest multitude
the query is, what is the purpose of our life
from a single sperm cell to fighting its way to survival and life
and we ask for what purpose?
We know the outer shell of what we are is based on
the environment we live in, such as education and friends
we meet and dream about.
But the question remains, why are we survivors and what
is the purpose of life that often changes unplanned by us?
The cynical among us have an easy answer,
but they cannot tell you why they become suspicious and
why Adolf became Hitler.
The nearest answer I can think of is that life is a prelude
to a new existence, an astral life form free of ego and ownership
will not be asked, we are free
liberated of the life that weighed us down on earth.
God is not in this picture, an abstraction we give thanks to when a war ends
and pray to during a new war which is like wildfire
there are always conflicts that are not planned but just happen
on life on our planet.
humanity is like a lost child in an amusement park, the colours
of the blinking light are a warning, outside the park is dark we look
for guidance but cannot find the answer.
Wherefore art thou now?
When clouds descended from the brow
Of hills remembered, fields where plough
Churned the earth to take the seed.
Growing like the wheat,
That rose up high to face defeat,
Cut down and ground that mouths may eat
And on the flour feed.
Falling like the snow,
Sent swirling through the streets below,
As human traffic ceased to flow
And halted bowed and still.
Creeping through the throng,
The choir sang a silent song,
The funeral cars progressed along
To take you up the hill.
I remember times
Of childhood days and nonsense rhymes,
When we committed harmless crimes
Upon the sleeping town.
Fires lit to burn
Makeshift swings and no concern
Life to live and love to learn
When sun shone brightly down.
Wherefore art thou now?
Laid rest beneath the bough
Of oak that will endow
The marble with its shade.
Is this all that remains
Of blood that flowed in living veins,
Of summer dreams through autumn rains
Of all that life had made?
"For Paul Vaughn Evans - In Memory, My Friend."
Wherefore, Whereas, Henceforth
Whereas the wherefores and hereins
obliterate beginnings without ends
redefine how “fine” relates to “print”
misunderstanding - “that’s not what it meant”
Therefore it is with great expense
whereas the document just made no sense
we’ll bill you as the tiny type disclaimer
says there’s no way you can blame her
Hereafter you’ll be known as party “A’
the one it says is gonna hafta pay
until your residence is just a box
Ah, the price one pays for tangling with a fox
Alas, it seems, your friends could not sustain
the agony of listening to your pain
Henceforth, it seems that you are on your own
wherefore art thou now, Oh Romeo
John G. Lawless
©6/29/2019
Wherefore art thou oh my Lord, oh my Lord?
Wherefore art thou oh my Lord, oh my Lord?
When I have freely searched for thee, searched for thee.
When I have freely searched for thee, searched for thee.
When I searched for thee, I have searched the seven seas.
When I searched for thee, I have searched the seven seas.
When I searched for thee, I have searched thy moon, thy stars
and thy sun. When I searched for thee I have searched, thy moon,
thy stars and thy sun.
When I searched the center of thy earth, I found lost souls there.
When I searched the center of thy earth, I found lost souls there.
When I searched the center of thy earth, I found a fiery bottomless pit
there. When I searched the center of thy earth, I found a fiery bottomless
pit there.
But when I searched thy heaven, I found love and rejoicing there.
But when I searched thy heaven, I found love and rejoicing there.
And when I searched thy earth, I found people kneeling in bed time prayers.
And when I searched thy earth, I found people kneeling in bed time prayers.
Whenever I searched for thy promises of answered prayers.
Thou was always there. Thou was always there right by
their sides. Thou was always being their guide to the way,
the truth and the light leading unto Thy free gift of
everlasting life in Jesus Christ.
Whenever thy people searched for thee. Thou was always
by their sides comforting them in times of trials and despair.
Whenever they humbled themselves and confessed their
sins in dedicated prayer.
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
September 25, 2020
Love In Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
September 25, 2020
"wherefore art thou"
I posted or should
I say deposited
This poem
Or is it
Not
A poem
At all butt of a
Rememberance of what
As Dali once
Said, If I
Sign
My
Name
On it then
IT whether it
is my s*IT be
comes
ART!!!