Ask me something easier
Mama used to say
When I wanted reasoning
Why it goes the way
No one says good word about
Yet they do agree
With those they can live without
Pretty easily
If the fools are able
To control the wise
What’s the wisdom’s fable?
How it satisfies
Is it dialectic
Or a consolation
That comes off too hectic
Closer to frustration?
Why the chosen rulers
Aspire to be great?
Why the fools can fool us
Are we that afraid?
Why do they contest?
Can’t they live a little?
Why there is no rest
For the wicked people?
Why the time can’t stop?
What’s the point in queues
If they can bring up
Anything we choose?
Why the sun and moon
Shine too bright this summer?
Why you’ve gone too soon
Poor little Mama?
Clouds fill the sky
Does it smell like rain?
I’m not sure, it’s dry
I can hear the train
Come over the bridge
To the other bank
But I have no speech
All my questions sank.
Life was easier years ago.
In term of health and money so.
Yet, I think we are very wise.
Old songs are very beautiful.
Of activities we were full.
Is it or otherwise?
All I have to do
Is think about us two
Laying on a beach somewhere
Beside the ocean blue
And all I'd want to do
Is keep you in my view
And look into your gorgeous eyes
And tell you I love you
Like melted snow in summer’s vase
she vanished without a single trace
Turned his whole life inside-out
that inconstant gadabout
Surely, he’d learned his lesson, our erstwhile Don Juan
vowed never again to fall for such a con…
Yet, when next he saw her
a handsome beaux on her arm
He discovered the lesson he’d learned was
~ he just couldn’t move on
I’ve been working hard
out there in the yard
at least from eleven until two
With a two hour brunch
then coffee, then lunch
and maybe a short nap too
But only on days
when the sun’s golden rays
aren’t too hot or too cold
to live life this way
working so hard all day
man, it sure sucks to get old.
It gets better
Taking things day by day
Its a little easier to get up in the morning
To smile and make breakfast and wash your face
To do a quick yoga session and laugh with your mum over morning coffee
The weight on your shoulders never really gets lifted
The bags under your eyes never really goes away
The scars on your forearms never quite heal
A silver streak to remind you
But it doesn’t matter because today you woke up and smiled and made breakfast and chatted with mum over coffee and did some yoga and laughed a little
So its ok that its not quite easy,
It never really will be,
But today you woke up and tomorrow you’ll wake up and the next day you’ll wake up
Who knows, maybe you’ll end up cleaning your room and buying fresh oranges at the market and laugh a little louder with your mum
It's easier to say it by mouth than doing it
and whenever I bump into you,
I get a strong feeling to hold you;
oh, if that ever happens: I'll be smiling a lot!
I don't quite understand what's bothers me,
I'm missing the strength more than courage;
what makes me happy is having you close to me!
grant you all desires and worship your sweet image!
We don't insist on what can't work out,
it's easier to say it by mouth than doing it;
does it sound simple to some, but not to us?
we need to be wise and not expect surprises!
Laugh with me, dream with me until fate
is kind enough to make us smile and breathe,
to cherish life or lay down a round wreathe;
what is hard to accept always comes late!
If we are too choosy, we may lose love and all,
living in the moment is a blow to dreams;
nobody seeks a dim light unless it gleams:
stand by me, believe in me and you won't fall!
Folks hide anxieties behind a smile,
hesitant to reveal how they're feeling.
Many are scared, and have been for a while;
global warming has left their heads reeling.
Calling climate change a hoax won't stop it;
glaciers will melt, and the oceans will rise.
We're more frightened than we care to admit,
but today's online world believes in lies.
No one wants to face facts they know are true;
it's easier to pretend that life's great.
But Nature doesn't care what you say or do,
and, like it or not, she'll decide your fate.
Leave your mask in the land of let's pretend,
and face reality: these lies must end.
A semi-colon connects two thoughts together
An exclamation mark screams out its cause
You don’t have to wait until the end to breathe
a comma can give you a pause
A question mark begs for an answer
Quotations usually mean this is not mine
A colon tells me there is a list
or the second and first parts are combined
Then there is the hyphen, En dash, and Em dash
It’s really hard to tell them apart
The hyphen is the shortest and Em is longer
to explain them I would not know where to start
Don’t forget about parentheses and apostrophes
Slashes, brackets, ellipses, and…other stuff
But my favorite punctuation is the period
it tells me when enough is enough.
Patrasche loved being a rescue dog in his youth
husky with one blue eye, one brown eye and a curled tail
his reputation was solid; he could track an owl’s beak
older now, he felt the frost and ice in his bones tonight
His master had asked him to track Nello, a young boy
It would have been truly easy most nights, but this was not most nights
Antwerp was covered with frost and ice
Patrasche’s paws kept flailing out, he was skating on this stuff
It was past midnight now. The town was dark, even with the snow
Tavern signs were creaking with age, Patrasche could relate
Come on, boy, I know we are close. This was Paul, his owner.
Patrasche’s knees were arthritic, he was older and tired.
He thought this might be his last rescue.
If we find Nello, all will be well, he told himself.
His knees did not believe him.
Freezing to death might be easier tonight.
Patrasche had heard that freezing was a sweet death.
Only yesterday today was in tomorrow -
Shall I bend backwards quick enough to seize the day!?
And then start contemplating, how -
I’d snatch the brief power of now?!
March 17, 2022
Bite Size
12 and 8 syllables
'Tis easier to cross the bridge
than to swim across the river,
There is always an easier way
to accomplish any difficult task
And nothing is impossible, when
one is not too stubborn to ask!
written December 29, 2021
Is it easier in life, for those who cannot consciously close their hearts, to hurts small and large, even after seemingly been run over by a barge. The flipside of this coin, is they can forgive automatically, because their hearts didn’t close all the way, never allowing them to make or want , The wrongful party to actually pay. Anger yes, a flash of sweet revenge, but it all dissipates in their end.Slates clean, peace of mind, able to once again be who they really are, gentle and kind.
Easier for one would be, happiness to attain
by
reducing his desires than more wealth to gain!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
24 June 2020
It feels easier.
That's why,
or so she believes.
Why she associates death
and climate pathology
with fear of her ego's mortality
and vaguely remembered anxieties about enslavement;
living death to human identity,
if not all commodified Natures.
Yet, it feels harder
to associate death
with indentured spiritual servitude,
often confused with fundamentalist dogma,
evangelical demagoguery,
politically disempowering religiosity,
Assiduously associated with patriarchal colonization
and straight western white male privilege,
and left brain violently indenturing commodification,
renting human Ego minds
with individualized bodies,
uniquely felt spirits
with thoughtful,
living mortal natures
Associating freedom
with human potential
and at least divine acquiescence,
if not gratitude.
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