As my limbs grow feeble and now wobble,
My old wish every new year, a manna,
Easily reached by my legs that hobble.
Brought to me like in the sacks of Santa.
Though, no work deserves no pay as they say,
But my muscles are just too weak to toil,
Many more years, I wish my mind to stay.
Let not hunger turn my soul to its spoil.
So, destiny helpers from north and south,
Also, from west to east, my house they find,
So that just songs of praise will fill my mouth.
To all my weakness, let their eyes be blind.
If my needs, again you can still provide,
Then my special thanks will be to your name,
In your ways, my legs shall always abide,
Your holiness I shall ever acclaim.
Your life is poetry—
whether words make it
on a page, a screen, an ear,
whether messages
or moments
meet the light of dawn,
parturition processed
sourced from the dusk
of fears and hopes.
You are ebbs
you are flows—
you are metaphors
blooming till they grow feeble
crinkling into fallen flowers,
meeting millipedes
meeting mess—
to grow again
anew—stalks sturdy—
hope an approaching fire
Flower,
Locus,
Living.
“We bear disparate lights. Faith and persistence fuel its glow.”
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There's a glow in our chamber,
There’s a lamp in us,
Its light tunnels through our midnight,
Faith and persistence fuel its shine.
The light we carry,
Tarries in our slumber,
It halos our passion,
Brightening the hidden places.
Unseen by us is this existent light,
Seen by others is its reflection,
Unknown to us is its strength,
Our sojourn reveals the unknown.
This light wanes,
As our hands grow feeble,
The light transcends,
As we ease into the night.
June 6, 2023.
In Space or Spaced Out
Bones grow feeble without gravity
This is a serious matter, not to be taken lightly
Blood fails to reach the brain
We must bear this in mind
Space cannot be navigated by the light headed
The semi conscious, on a journey with such a faint map
Think on this seriously, it is not a joke
Spaceships lost in the heavens is a hellish consequence
Sentient beings drifting half conscious is senseless
Concentrate your thoughts so that we do not scatter
Debris in the galaxies, cleverly made
And stupidly lost.
Tommorrow butterflies flap their wings in the spring
tommorrow my heart leaps for joy for the love you bring
yesterday is gone and i am glad to have you by my side
you are that shining light my everglowing pride
you mean to me all the happiness in the world
i am glad you are my girl
the happiness that you bestow upon my soul
i will love you forever even when you are old
when your hands grow feeble and your knees weak
in my heart and by my mouth i will speak
i love u dear and you look as good as you did when you were eighteen
you are my lovely beautiful queen
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