Continuity Poems

The Hat and the Boots

The hat hangs on the wall,
not as a relic,
but as a witness—
to mornings that began before the sun
had made up its mind,
to arguments with weather
and the quiet pacts signed in sweat.

Below, the boots—
faded, cracked, obedient,
still loyal to the shape of a man
who walked with purpose,
even when purpose was
just getting through the day.

They are not symbols,
though

continuity

continuity 

is synonymous

with what seems

as separation

as conversation

as story



surprise

may seem to 

defy continuity

and suggest

its absence

Continuity

Step outside for a second. 
A second goes by the way a second does. 
The house behind me. 
When you look away from something,
The person comes around.
He changes things. 

Eat a sandwich. 
Play a game of golf. 
Swim in a pool.
The way activities go by. 
Seems faster than a scattered thought. 
Eat a plate of

intellectual folly

                                   Colors and notes of the nature
              

Continuity

The present requests advice from the past,
because he knows little of the future...
The future asks the present to be born!
But this one still cries
the mourning of the dead past...!

I Thoroughly Enjoy Dialogue With First Continuity

And in a pinch reluctantly talk to yours truly,
a very reformed Jew rarely attends Synagogue,
(he who cannot be named) hails from Prague
offtimes provides a wonderful monologue,
whereby his eloquence usually finds me agog.

Propinquity between scribe
of Schwenksville (Pennsylvania)
heavily shuns engaging in diatribe
loathes bombastic, egotistic,
imperialistic, narcissistic, terroristic...
zealot trumpeting art of the deal
if necessary even coaxing bribe.

I would be

I Thoroughly Enjoy Dialogue With Second Continuity

Such pipedream regarding
winning bucket loads of cash,
would make monetary woes
in an instantaneous flash
mine dentures no longer
will futilely grind and gnash,
cuz I would undergo oral surgery
and simultaneously acquire

mush sought after gumption,
where dental implants
could offer million dollar smile
mastication boring full force
while I monstrously, yet easily mash
the most unpalatable pop slop
made with tender loving care
courtesy the missus.

Selective serotonin

Continuity

In that calm before the storm
tranquility’s bittersweet,
though, no two tantrums are alike,
nature self-defends;
Never staid,
she rides her tides hanging ten
and reaps her reward.
The prize is not always golden
but the fight is necessary.
The wandering breeze locates her
opponents and she’ll throw down
the gauntlet; 
accepting the challenge,
we weather the storm.

Continuity of Speaking Without Non Sequiturs

Gallimaufry of linkedin words appeal,
(particularly spoken by renown orator)
'cept when unnamed poetaster afflicted
with chatterbox syndrome,
nonetheless deliberate effected

muzzle restraint imposed
suppressing groundswell analogous
to swollen dam bursting at seams
tongue kickstarts controlled regulator
tripping baffling babbling brook,

sans (cheesy) mouth trap
conscious effort required
maintaining exhausting mental vigilance
attention oriented toward "active listening"
chiming into conversation
 
when casually addressed
quasi Uber tracking, 
sustaining, rendering...
pondering dialogue deliberating,
mustering,

Sonnet 8 'In Honor of My Wife'

How Audacious, I, to think:  “I’ll make a book…”
To think that some will love to read my rhymes.
Approval’s a path I long ago forsook…
But still, I love to share my words, sometimes…
Because I hope the anguish we all feel,
By being read in me, helps some feel heard…
Because Joy is a Leaven in the Meal,
Because

Continuity

NOTHING IS ABSOLUTE, THINK FOR A WHILE

Sonnet 4 'The Beauty of the End, Is, It's Beginning'

The Beauty of the End, is, It's Beginning!
For Aspen never rise, till fire is still,
And all Endeavors, Loves, and Lives are Ash...
All that is product of the Human Will
Persists, till not a stone's upon a stone,
And every outbreath lifts the dust to motes,
Upon the Light that shows a Pilgrim Alone;
Gone far to see what's left

Continuity

Continuity
Inside the greenhouse
I laid out dead roses
And the smell of spent
nature made it clear
no waste of tears
as the sun bore down
on sterile beds.
Only the beauty of dust
sparkling 
in a shaft of light
danced a promise
 of continuity.

2016 - Continuity

The men are not made by war,
But our Kingdom is always tore.
Why must we always hate?
Can we not have a different fate?

Revolution of the young,
Will bring about change - sure to come.
O where is the next silver tongue?
When they be found beat the drum-

Philip Sembert II

Continuity and Change

A bleeding fire drop reflected
framed within the edge of my view
It yearns to change the world subjected
by continuing to sway merrily
through the tender life’s bitter chill

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