I am not a poet
Just a drawing board
Painting model with my noble pen
Beyond the scope of fame with aim
Like a loyal pretender
I am not a poet
But a sick mind
Seeking refuge in art
Not to go totally blind
Without life in my heart
I am not a poet
Rather, I am a noise maker
Whose pen is a sword
Yet, can't hunt for games
Or go near the den
I am not a poet
Let me say this clearly
I don't write cavalierly
Neither do I ink intelligibly
Though, I won't stop jogging in my closet
I am not a poet
Take it or leave it
Running will come naturally
Then voices will sing
My classical KING forever...
Categories:
cavalierly, africa, career, dream, future,
Form: Rhyme
My generation did what we could
To make the world a better place
But sometimes for our feverish efforts
We got nothing but a slap in the face.
Weighy problems we could not solve
In spite of our many concerted efforts
So, we passed them to the next generation
To find ways to overcome our discomforts.
Overall, we improved the quality of life
Made mistakes along the way, we admit,
Some of them so far-reaching we regret
But, we did not on our laurels sit.
Your world will be different, I am guessing,
From the world that was handed to us
And while I won't be around I am certain
You'll have some thorny issues to discuss.
You won't be able to solve all the problems
Facing you in your new and strange world
Take some time to reflect on the criticisms
At us, your ancestors, you cavalierly hurled.
You won't solve all of your world's woes
Even the ones you are responsible for
But give us even a modicum of respect
And admit we triumphed over some, for sure.
written August 12, 2021
Categories:
cavalierly, culture, perspective, planet, world,
Form: Quatrain
Younger conscience was building yearly
For those that I have held nearly
And those for whom I cared so dearly
Whose faces I still see so clearly
Whose love I treated cavalierly
The regret I feel is real is real!
To my friends who saw my devil’s deal
And those precious ones who saw me keel
And witnessed as I forgot to feel
It happened to many of my friends
It took years and years to make amends
To reverse all of those horrid trends
Dear Woman, you are my one last task
Whose forgiveness I abjectly ask
One last one, I can never get done.
Categories:
cavalierly, friendship, lost love, love,
Form: Rhyme
Fueled by atmospheric ecstasy
Into ethereal regions' mystery,
Tilting wings cavalierly,
Bridging Heaven and Earth,
Gliding gracefully.
Falcon, sky-hawk, hoopoe, finch
Starling, sparrow, blue-jay, Grinch;
What matter the appellation?
The feeling's the same---
Incessant ceaseless sensation
Jealous we gaze, stricken with admiration
At creatures without borders, without nations:
Would that we could bask in their bounty
Would that we could sip from their stations.
Categories:
cavalierly, bird, flying, jealousy,
Form: Rhyme
I don't sniff your pillow anymore;
and I've stopped hugging it late at night.
Although your subtle scent still lingers,
your photos are no longer in sight.
Denying that you ever cheated,
you swore to God that your love was true.
But despite vows of fidelity,
betrayal severed my heart in two.
You cavalierly brag to your friends
that I'll not easily forget you.
And I admit, I cried when you left;
but those tears dwindled to but a few.
Time reduced you to a memory
shortly after we drifted apart.
And all my lost dreams and hopes returned,
finding their way back into my heart.
Categories:
cavalierly, emotions, feelings, heart, imagery,
Form: Quatrain
Too Late
Now that you’re gone, I see more clearly:
I’m too late in what I did and didn’t do.
I treated you—I achingly see—cavalierly.
My acts of kindness were empty and few.
Now that you’re gone, I see more acutely
How often my needs brushed yours aside.
And how you selflessly took that mutely
Allowing me to keep my precious pride.
Now that you’re gone, I see more starkly
The hurtful ways I didn’t return your love.
I oft responded indifferently, even darkly.
But your manner was the peace of a dove.
Now that you’re gone, I see more ruefully
The traits that made me unworthy of you.
It is right that I face my failings truthfully:
It will be the only justice you ever knew.
Lord, how I wish you were here once more.
Recompense I would make for all the wrong.
By deed I would treasure you to your core.
In faith I wonder, will I have to wait long?
Categories:
cavalierly, introspection, sad love, ,
Form: Rhyme
Wanted from the world,
The debt of responsibility
Preys on her mind
And weighs down her soul,
Clinging sticky
Like a spot of amber tree sap,
Cavalierly touched,
And afterwards offensive.
The grinding stone of expectations
Moves stolidly round and
About the kernels of
Vanishing freedom,
Ground into the grit
Of everyday existence.
Categories:
cavalierly, angst, life, on work
Form: Verse