Robert Burns knew schemes.
Like all of us,
His vanity
Lent him an illusion
Of control.
How did his wisdom come?
Did his head fall beneath the trap?
The cat is away, time to play.
What's dearest to your heart?
A night in paradise?
A glass full of lies?
Maybe a vision of ladders
Climbing closer to your treasures.
Come now, come now,
Free will, will reveal the maze.
Starving for peace,
Our plans
Unfold like walls and cul de sacs
Before us.
Hunger for control,
Needs too deep to fathom:
I am the master of my destiny.
And of course, we're right,
Right as rain.
Our destiny, our plans "gang aft agley."
Ann planned to lose her cherry in full moon,
She even picked the month, that to be June.
Her hapless hopes had sunk,
She hooked up with a hunk -
In the middle of December, at noon.
June 6, 2022
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I planned to marry her in spring – but then I found she had a husband
24th August 2020
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Best laid plans of both mice and men
Can surely go wrong, can screw up in the end
Your very best shot
Will be enough... NOT
Best laid plans... to the looney bin, you descend
trap sprung, mouse missing
a Christmas gift left behind
spinning a grey tail
Brian Johnston
December 6, 2015
Peddled up the hill of life
Intent on coasting down
Discovered much to my chagrin
No place to turn around
Perfect plans just don’t exist
No matter how you try.
It’s possible to nail the gist
But other parts won’t fly.
For circumstances do contrive
To ruin the precision
With which you kept your hopes alive
The way you did envision.
“The best laid plans of mice and men”
Is such a brilliant quote;
When Robert Burns put down his pen,
He knew a gem he wrote.
Such simple words and so succinct,
They perfectly suffice
To mark their message, long-time inked,
For us and also mice.
Getting one solid piece of wood that you mold.
Going to create something everyone can behold.
It will be something you will be proud of, so will they.
You get your tools ready and begin to chip away.
This will be very difficult, but that you knew.
So you start shaping it into what you want, a canoe.
Your son comes out to help every one in a while.
Son when this is all over, we'll sail on the river for miles.
The days and months and even some years pass.
But it is coming to fruition, and almost done at last.
This is something you put your whole heart into making.
Everyone around you knows that it has been pain staking.
Finally you put the last few touches on it and its done.
Tomorrow we'll go out and test it on the water, okay son.
You get up early and go to the river next to the town.
But when you put it in the water, it sinks straight down.
Both of you watch it as it fades into the murky abyss.
All that hard work and effort gone, I can't believe this.
Not everything in life works out the way its supposed to and comes together.
You can have the best laid plans for a picnic, but you can't predict the weather.
A flawless ceremony,
and elegant reception,
followed by long honeymoon
delayed by snowfall.
For John Freeman's love /humor contest Won 2nd place
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