Until Now
David J Walker
This poem was waiting for
The right paper before
It is said
It is Written
of
Printed plain words
until now
unspoken
Thoughts and hearts in clouds
Crowds of dry denizens crying in the dust
Until now
Unbroken
On the edge of ether and untried ideas
Of silent sentiments forming the Brokering Reinforcements
Until now
Unavowed nor
Vetted in sentiments of censored compunctions
Flowing in moonlit waterfall forests
Until now
Unnoticed
the Winer is welcomed with inevitable approbation
And essential acclamation while privately negotiating with Spring
Until now
We thought winter might never end
With summers anticipation
There was a sudden lull in the day
when all the children sat still without play.
They gathered round the barbecue
straining to get hamburger, hot dogs, one or two.
The adults spent the hours oblivious
as suddenly each child grew more mischievous.
All the adults busy drinking or cooking,
with no one really looking.
The kids soon became quite rambunctious
little pubescent vultures spurred by compunctions,
ravenous beneath the glances of their parents,
they ate indulgently on cake, ice cream, candy and cookies aberrant.
Then came the wild uncontrolled displays
of an influx of childhood uncontrolled craze
and foolishly each parent wondered why
children wantonly indulged in the magical sugar high.
I can't slice
into Santa.
My Son
has no such
compunctions.
26 is such
a wonderful age!
as far as
I can throw back
my memory
fails me now
damn what "did"
I come in the kitchen for?
oh yeah Christmas cake.
Oh, how many errors were made
And how little was accomplished…
When you walk through life
And look at everything around…
One irresolvable conundrum:
‘Sellout, lie and backstab people
To gather Power, Money?
Or, maybe better give your conscience rest?’
In order not to be ashamed
For what was done in journey
And don’t have compunctions all the way
Despite of being surrounded by Power, Money
And be bereft of friends when it’s all ended.
But everything in life is very straightforward
And answer conjured up (at least for me):
When going through life and in a process
You need to give right answer
To a simple stupid question:
‘How pleasant it is for you
To look inside thy soul and not to cringe
From overwhelming pangs of conscience
For what was done along the way
In order to achieve All Mighty Power, Money?
And not close eyes in pain, feeling regrets?’
It seems you’ve already made up your mind
Rescinded decisions is what u made of l see
Something you need to know pretty well
Before you single out your property and leave
That l got no compunctions at all for the path l took
I won’t even curse the day l met u
Neither shall l even consider forgetting
The very moment when love got sour
But cherish l will the moments we had
Some of those we held too dear
I hope you'll get the compulsory ingredient 4 your recipe
Cope, cope and cope
Cope with your life devoid of me
Cope with your sleep without my arms around you
Cope with your sorrows without me for consolation
Cope with your joys without me to give it the life it takes
I guess you got a message for me
The bells already ring loudly with clarity
To remind me that my time is over
Back to the drawing board l have to return it seems
Now club Monaco awaits me
To hit the pool balls one at a time
As l swallow one, two or more for the road
As l premeditate ma life without you
And get back as you sent mi.....
TO SQUARE ONE!!
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