GREEN LEVY an explicit imposition on speculative statistical suppositions
Categories:
levy, weather,
Form: Alliteration
On this day of February 2
My reflection back to reckon
The number is 68
Numerical to appreciate
When I think of all my trials and tribulations
My hand is raised in PRAISE without hesitation
Walking in my own blessing
Mercy and Grace
Honor from Heaven
Chosen
Death could have stopped by
Living with every try
When the praises go up, the blessings come down
Living and Breathing Among
Father in Heaven, you are the one
Thank you for life and guided advice
Spiritual like sugar and spice
Firm Foundation
Categories:
levy, age, appreciation, birth, birthday,
Form: Rhyme
And who am I
A man without identity.
As it matters not.
I've become a non-entity.
Each tries for the top.
Life can be heavy.
So, roll hopscotch.
Fly with a bevy.
Yet, who am I
Minus identity.
Trying to keep time.
While seeking levity.
God save the unwise
for they are many.
I'm a guy that -writes.
And I've paid the Levy.
Categories:
levy, inspiration,
Form: Rhyme
They were all briskly heading
For a full member's wedding
With an attached harsh Levy
Only too fittingly heavy
For The Careless Absentee,
Who had stayed back like a tree;
Not The Dying at that time,
For that is Poor Health's own crime
A New Couple for wild cheer
While not skipping pleasing beer;
Charles and Eve watch as they join
And their church leave as one loin!
Categories:
levy, drink, humanity, love, marriage,
Form: Rhyme
One world in a trillion
Where everything clicked
In a Goldilocks zone
Where a switch had been flicked
Busted
Perfection soon rusted
When late party crashers
Were grab it and smashers
For eons they blended
Their world complemented
Till fresh out of college
With abundant knowledge
Busted
I’ve loved and I have lusted
I’ve taken and I’ve given
Not much to be forgiven
I never drilled for oil
But I used a small amount
So when the man says dust to dust
I hope that doesn’t count
Busted
Some plastic, some gas and inflammable stuff
So, no use in saying it wasn’t me, Guv
When I get my call from above
I’ve had my heating high
And I’ve had my water hot
I’ve left the faucet running
When I only washed a pot
Busted
That’s me done and dusted
I shall meet my creator
Through no incinerator
The mess we make as humans
Means every man’s on trust
For every year that we spend here
The more world we can bust
Busted
I’ll soon be soil encrusted
And I’d rather like to know
That the cost of me... was low
Categories:
levy, earth, environment,
Form: Rhyme
In Nature's ordained sphere
No chalice, vial, or bioengineer
Earth's mantle only doting peer
Sun's warmth growth to cheer
Heaven's tap nutrients to steer
Only providence, stalk will shear
Covetous hands beauty, scent desire
Manufactured warmth to inspire
Coiffed petals sprout love's devotion
Fragrant oils drained into entrancing potion
Poached nutrients put limp bodies into motion
Lotions, balms salve weathered skin's erosion
Yet preening utility of man
Can never pure essence expand
Nor flower's value re-brand
Abridging time worth does countermand
Cunning artifice cannot pristine form command
Flower's true identity encrypted in the land
Categories:
levy, beauty, care,
Form: Rhyme