Time is a sieve through
which everything slips
what once mattered
rendered meaningless
as our lifeblood drips
onto the clay creating
a muddy bog that in
our well worn boots
we wearily slog
like tired Tommies
in the trenches waiting
with bated breath
for the shrill sound
of the officer's whistle
to pierce the fusty
fetid air and send us
surging over the top in
a futile foray where we
will meet our final fate
that in our wasted youth
we failed to contemplate
To all you governors out there
Who won't let citizens choose
How to conduct their daily lives
Midst these pandemic blues
I've written a little poem
Especially for you
I hope that you'll read it
'Cos it's 100% true:
America's lifeblood
Small businesses
Locked down tight
Politicians' mandates
Have bid them goodnight
Cracked California,
Sky has teased her, too long.
Her thirst, it lingers
As clouds withhold her water;
Her parched throat cries for mercy.
The lifeblood
Water is the lifeblood of us all.
We take it for granted;
But without it,
We would be no more.
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Can we disreguard words?
Do they mean so little
Until spoken face to face
Do lines on a paper
Written gently, with tenderness and time
Make them any less a saving grace
If we let love wonder at will
Then vunerability is awoken
Our very being open to its core
But the very belief
With which we share our hearts
Allows us to love like never before
Woman, you fan the fading
flames of my
mortality
Nestled here in your warmth,
blissful, soft
serenity
That soothes and hushes
down all hurt
rememberings
Of triumphs lost, of losses
gained, of untold
sufferings
The spell of your charm
seduces, to treachery
leads
As I grope, as I fumble about,
as my lifeblood
bleeds.
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