prime fortune not rare
when we remain unbarred true
praying mantis lands ~
When good fortune rains down
On some family or friend,
We can share in their joy
And best wishes extend.
It’s a wonderful thing
To be in on the news
And be able to smile
And to proudly enthuse.
For we know they would be
In a similar vein
If good fortune on us would,
Instead of them, rain.
Life Beyond the Status Quo
Traveling far, far away from home,
Leaving family and friends to roam,
Did not expect changes it would bring,
To a life feeling apathy’s sting.
Had much pity from which to borrow,
Saw no bright future in tomorrows,
Never thought to make goals or form dreams,
Caught in a trap of MUNDANE routines.
Thought hiding my distress very smart,
Shielding the anxiousness in my heart,
I feigned joy but was acting a part,
No one knew the pain was so distraught.
Then one day to my utter surprise,
When out of the blue an answer came,
Circumstances and good fortune teamed,
With opportunity to redeem.
From plateau dim to mountain glow,
To life beyond the status quo,
Like an arrow shot from a taunt crossbow,
Hitting the target with precise blow.
From way up high looking down on Earth
Living up on some clouds to the west
Is my guardian angel watching over me
Not allowing hard times and unrest
Blessed with good fortune and a happy life
Pretty lucky when I hear people mutter
It hasn't been a popular trend among most
Yet my life's been smooth as butter
Makes me smile and I count my lucky stars
For this charmed and trouble free life
Relative calm and good fortune's been mine
Uneventful and free from strife
Must've done something to deserve this life
Once was kind to a little old lady
Helped her across a real busy intersection
It was just for a matter of safety
Humbly I accept this great honour with pride
Sure don't want to rock the boat
One day think I'll just sail off into the sunset
And be remembered by what I wrote
Whatever the tides of good fortune bring
With the same ease may take them away!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
28 June 2021
Fortune,
Whether good or bad, doesn't discriminate between:
The poor and the rich,
The powerful and the weak,
The young and the old
For
Like an infatuated maiden
Comes and goes as she pleases,
Without ever giving any warnings or offering any explanations and
feeling no regrets
As
She knows very well that in a cyclical world of becoming
Nothing is permanent
Thus
What appears today as a good fortune
May lead to the greatest misfortune tomorrow and...
Vice versa!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
29 April 2019
My fridge freezer's just had a wee on the floor
(the third time this month it's done that)
the toaster is showing it's nastier side
with a mortar attack on the cat.
Odd socks disappear through a wormhole in space
that's inside my washing machine,
a pigeon has kindly downloaded his lunch
on the window that I have just cleaned.
Mystic Meg has predicted my day will be lovely,
she saw it in her crystal ball,
well maybe it's time that I paid her a visit
and threw the damn thing at the wall.
The body of good fortune is always fragile
and never lasts.
You understand?
All unseen fortunes gently strokes our synapses
and always turns our direction to Potter’s Field
or the penthouse.
The gravity of living in an indifferent city
pulls our hearts to the third rail
so we could feel something
anything but the sensation
perfected by the shut in.
Insomnia is what remains
like the last roaches
who return long after
the poison has settled under the floor board.
Good Fortune of Lusmore
Lusmore lived close and near Aherlowey
Which was by gloomy Mount Galtee
And on his back he wore a high hump
When Lusmore walked he had to slump.
While walking from Cahir to Coppagh
Lusmore passed through a soggy bog
And Knockgrafton moat was nearby
Moon over Gilgal was high in the sky.
Started to rest beneath a tall tree
All was quite and nothing could he see
Then came there words DaLuan DaMort
T'was a song sang by a fine fairy court.
Lusmore too also started to sing along
And as he gaily sang this great song
Words Angus DaDarden he did add
All of the fairies loved it and were glad.
The many fairies liked and honored Lusmore
And took of his high hump that he bore
Ended up in a slumber that was so deep
This all happened after he fell fast asleep.
When he awoke now was a happy man
None of this did anyone ever understand
Lusmore remained there contented still
And he enjoying life living beneath a hill.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
Good Fortune of Bill Doody
By Lake Kilarney, Bill Doody sat
And he was to poor to buy a hat
Wife and grawls starved inside
Just last winter one nearly died.
So sadly sat by himself all alone
A face before him brightly shone
Someone came to help starving Bill
He poured his sorrows out at will.
Can't pay my rent Bill sadly said
And my wife Jody lies sick in bed
Stranger gave to Bill some gold
All his shaking hands could hold.
Quickly he ran to pay his debt
That creditor was amazed to get
Bill received receipt and sped away
Gold turned to cakes that same day.
Bill's bad fortune never came back
Lived in a castle instead of a shack
Was King Donohue I'm willing to bet
Who had helped Bill pay off his debt.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Soldier
From way up high looking down on Earth
Living up on some clouds to the west
Is my guardian angel watching over me
Not allowing hard times and unrest
Blessed with good fortune and a happy life
Pretty lucky when I hear people mutter
Bout this and that, bout all kinds of sadness
Yet my life's been smooth as butter
Makes me smile and I count my lucky stars
For this charmed and trouble free life
Relatively calm, and good fortune was mine
Uneventful and free from strife
Must've done something to deserve this life
Was once kind to little old lady
Helped her across a real busy intersection
It was just for a matter of safety
Humbly I accept this great honour with pride
Sure don't want to rock the boat
One day, think I'll just sail off into the sunset
And be remembered by what I wrote
© Jack Ellison 2014
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