I took the road less traveled
to hear if a falling tree
with no one around
(aside from yours truly)
does make a sound
but lost my way
veered far astray
and for the life of me
couldn't see
the forest for the trees
but if I could
it would feel so good
not a bump on a log nor lump on a stump
as then I'd be out of the woods
babies on her back
the possum crossed the river
a log was her bridge
.
Bam
into
the tender
(i meant timber)
he plow'd hiz wedge
Bam
Once there was a log
Floating downstream
On a swift-flowing river
Towards a sawmill.
And, on that log,
Perched on a loose patch of bark,
Behind a broken limb,
There was an ant.
The ant didn’t know about the sawmill.
He did not hear the rushing water.
He couldn’t tell the size of the log,
Or perceive the danger he was in.
On that piece of bark, the ant was king,
Ruler of all that he could see.
So, he began to issue orders to the log,
“Go left – now turn right!”
Then, that log entered the sawmill,
And was gone in a pile of boards and dust.
That ant was gone then too.
All that remained was the river.
We all too often think,
“I’m the center of my world”.
We should remember that ant.
Look out farther than your patch of bark.
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(reverse all) / (free verse)
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len
Rotted wood splinters
Shiny beetles run amok
Mushrooms guard the door
In a log cabin out in the Wild West
Many tumultuous years ago
A family cuddled and found sweet rest
By their potbellied wood-burning stove
A tall candle burned bright in the window
The harsh, cold wind beat upon the door
Everyone had done their evening chores
And now had circled the warm wood stove
A golden glow filled the old log cabin
All were safe and secure from all fright
They sang favorite songs of love’s refrain
Well into the fierce and stormy night
God is witness to the good life therein
That tiny room, by human measure
But it was more than a cabin to them
It was a mansion filled with treasures
For under this roof, a family dwelt
Genuine love filled their grateful hearts
More than a thousand books could never tell
Of such love that never tears apart
Once there was a log
Floating downstream
On a swift-flowing river
Towards a sawmill.
And, on that log,
Perched on a loose patch of bark,
Behind a broken limb,
There was an ant.
The ant didn’t know about the sawmill.
He did not hear the rushing water.
He couldn’t tell the size of the log
Or perceive the danger he was in.
On that piece of bark, the ant was king,
Ruler of all that he could see.
So, he began to issue orders to the log,
“Go left – now turn right!”
Then, that log entered the sawmill
And was gone in a pile of boards and dust.
That ant was gone then too.
All that remained was the river.
We all too often think
“I’m the center of my world”.
We should remember that ant.
Look out farther than your patch of bark.
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stan sand
There once was a cocky male frog
Who met a cute toad on a log
She thought he said “Ribbit”
In fact, he said “Rub it”
Now he’s belly-up in the bog.
in the midst of death- lichens come to life
Yes, Life Crumbled At His Feet Like Decay On An Old Log
Yes, life crumbled at his feet like decay on an old log
that morn was abjectly eerie had a low moving fog
and in the distance a low murmur rolled on in
In that bleak little world, in the country road a dead dog
Whilst in the teeming city was the ever present smog.
The dirty man was tall, beady eyed and almost blind
one could surmise may he was out of his hair raising mind
his apelike features like so much splashed on barnyard paint
In that washed up world, was there room to ever be kind
Or heaven help us, any leeway to relieve workers that grind.
Why does such mysterious manmade happenings so abound
is it earth is dying or rare truth never to be found
should Godlike justice appear to rear its judgmental head
Justice is too often at buried like snakes in the ground
And lay there like a useless orchestra playing no sound.
Yes, life crumbled at his feet like decay on an old log.
That morn was abjectly eerie had a low moving fog.
Robert J. Lindley, dec 17th 1983
Rhyme
Come, my fellow humans,
Let us all Log In to the World Peace Program,
For to:
Obliterate war
Eliminate hunger
Enthrone justice, and
Establish universal brotherhood!
Password?
DIVINE LOVE!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
18 April 2023
Wind is blowing pretty hard.
See why the hand holds
Will lift you and slam you. Sometimes the boat leaves the water completely.
Your raceing around the deck trying not to be swept overboard.
You are so soaked, wind chilling you to the bone.
Half filled with fear
Yet the grin says I'm having the time of my life
Make a mistake your dead
I have no care about dead. Doesn't matter to me.
I'm alive. Nature slamming me every way
Waves that lean the boat to where you swear the boats mast is almost touching the water each rock of a wave
What's crazy I can't swim a lick .
Don't care. Better my body on the ocean floor than ashes sitting forever on someone's shelf
You can sit in a couch feeling sad thinking life has past you by .
Waste away in sorrow
No thoughts on tomorrow
Or get yourself up go out and bring life to you
Like its said you live only once.
You live every day.
you die only once
Your choice. Make the most out of what short time we get, or you waste away wishing.
Yeah. Only you can make this choice
LOGIN,
When he says," LOGIN,"
She can ask " WHERE ?,
WHERE ABOUT ?"
He can be meaning "SING IN HIS HEART"
And the password is " TRUE LOVE"
He loves you so much,
Once you LOGIN in his life,
You accepted his terms and conditions:
A) being his best friend in life,
B) being his happiness,
C) being his comforter in hard times,
D) being his partner in his future projects
E) being with him till to death
LOGOUT,
He won't forget you
when DEATH will force you to GET OUT
of his life ,
Because :
A) It will be a chock in his life,
B) You will remain in memory forever,
C) It won't be your fault to leave him,
D) You will be resting in peace ,
As the scripture says, "
only death will separate you."
February 24/ 2023
Written by Alfonso Warally Ngengethe Mussabwa Chris
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