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Will I live longer than I suppose to be living...possibly a centenary,
and struggle on a cane to sustain my weakness?
Those beautiful and vibrant years have fled to impose fears,
making my presence unattractive and more blowzy,
and in the present time, I am isolated and frowzy;
a deteriorated mind feeling the burden of senility?
My motto wasn't " Conquer and be invincible!" No-first mistake was allowed
to mar my perfect character; body and mind in full accord, blending together,
so obstinate in defiance to obstruct any possible pleasure...
was it a deference to holiness? Everywhere explicit posters encouraged promiscuity:
an indulging nation...diverging from the concept of morality!
And however strong was urge to indulge in wrongful acts incoherently,
my doubt gave no indication...that I would have gained from my inequity;
and ruin would have wrecked this conscience and wrenched my spirit;
alone to face the sure wrath of the Divine...while wrestling with my lost worth!
One-stand night didn't nurture a sensation so momentary and insipid,
many times, staring in the cold darkness, I was glad that my behavior wasn't lurid!
And today new pills promise to give more virility,
causing blindness and a probable, sudden death;
and Lord, my intention is not to use them to harm myself,
the gift of longevity was well-received and is well-kept by me!
Unlikely the times past, when my doubt gave no indication,
now it does so plainly and clearly... not swaying my attention!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
In the realm of paths diverging, I find my weary feet
So many crossroads I have taken, so many choices incomplete
Yet the haunting memories linger, in shadows I try to dismiss
A tapestry of missteps, a tapestry I yearn to untwist
Lost and befuddled, in the labyrinth of my own design
I long for clarity, a compass to guide me, gentle and kind
But loneliness rests like a dark thorn against my tender skin
Fear clings to my side with sly whispers, stealthy and thin
Yet amidst the tempest, a glimmer of hope, faint but true
Pierces through the doubt, casts a light where darkness once grew
Oh, to find a kindred soul, who treads a similar trail
Walking together, hand in hand, to prevail against our plight's veil
Side by side, we'd venture forth on this journey of countless miles
Sharing our woes, harmonizing our sorrows, singing the blues with genuine smiles
For in shared pain, solace we'll discover, a warmth to light our way
Until the new dawn rises with promises of a brighter day
Can’t Undo A Done
Written: by Miracle Man
11-10-2019
Our choices are never do-overs,
Once past, they’re etched in stone.
While we may get second chances,
We pay for bad judgment shown.
Reckless decisions are made each day,
Which may result in scant or plenty.
But each choice had a diverging side,
And “hindsight is twenty-twenty”.
If we’ve taken advice from a friend,
And their choice became our load.
Though abstract ideas may interface,
It’s unclear,“until the rubber meets the road.”
But one thing we’re assured of,
Life affords us no dry run.
So get it right the first time,
Because you can’t undo a done.
“Two roads diverged in a yellow wood….”
Robert,
You let the split remain unresolved,
and while we stand in awe,
staring at your crossroads
etched in gold and shadow,
do you ever wonder
what lay beyond the path
you did not take?
Even though you say,
“I took the one less travelled by,
And that has made all the difference.”
Did the road arch upward,
an unfamiliar melody on the wind?
Or did it tumble into brambles,
a half-forgotten warning?
Even now I see your boots----
Mud-caked, maple-tinged-----
pausing at the edge.
Here’s my advice, if you allow it:
Don’t linger too long
in the pondering.
Step once more
into the thicket, the gravel,
the unknown blaze of paths.
And when your pen hesitates,
push it further
to sketch the forest where both trails end-----
or perhaps where they entwine,
branches brushing like old friends.
Some questions don’t need answers,
but oh, how they crave
a different kind of wandering.
Regarding Robert Frost’s famous poem, ‘The Road Not Taken’.
Leave It All Behind I
I am telling everyone reading this,
Especially the children
I love them
I am worried
I am alone
I am afraid
I do not want to give up
I do not want any of us to give up
Our home is to be defended
I would like you to
Understand why I am afraid
*
Many of us believe
Evolution gave Life
We and our fellow Species
Fauna and Flora Evolved
How amazing to learn
Of the Origin
Of Life On Earth
More than 3 billion years ago
The progression of
One stage succeeding another
Evolving, diverging through time
And then, after a long while,
We Are
*
Now one can say
The Dawn of Humans
315,000 years ago was a
Revolution of Evolution
(to be continued)
Amidst the noisy world,
A unique character is bound,
Every creature has a sound,
A little moment shared, will find.
A day cold and drizzly,
Folks remain warm and sturdy,
Thin icy drops cheer their voice,
A dense squall amplifies the noise.
A rough buzz in the debate ground,
Eyes glued to the stand,
A diverging array of political discourse,
Convincingly, to retire the crowds’ doubts.
Cheers to whoever gifts the gab,
Some fellows are a conviction hub,
From thin air, they weave a narrative,
A magnetic tale, captivates even the brave.
A hard, engaging problem,
A simple mind game,
A peasant knows where to expect the most yield,
Conditions, inputs and efforts revealed.
The clock ticks, the dusk is near,
Eyes aghast, stomach butterflies in fear,
Cheers and jubilations crown the best,
Who knows what’s in mystery chest for the rest.
Leadership isn’t confined to a position,
Inability to win over crowd isn’t the end,
The courage to try is a sip of champagne,
Sit with the kings, wisdom ascends.
I was traveling on a road
A road with no diverging
A road expected to be smooth
A road texture of which can be trusted
I encountered many jerks
The ride was becoming unpleasant
I still continued
In hope of leaving the jerks
I encountered potholes now
The ride was now impossible
Yet I had some fraction of hope inside
I kept on travelling
I kept in mind
If potholes return
I will change my medium
Or will change the road
We travel on roads to get a smooth ride
Jerks can be tolerated
Even sometimes only
Potholes are impossible
If one continues their ride
Even on potholes
They either hope for a smooth path
Or are stubborn fools to drive
Who would stare at a sky
without the constellations?
Its immense void would only be
filled by the gruesome darkness;
and the obscured earth would have no luminous
moon to gaze upon those mountains and seas!
Times past I used to stare at my murkiness,
and found the coldest depth unlit by tenderness;
and there all feelings were non-existent...a quasi death!
I tried everything imaginable from idealism to mirth,
to bring some genuine, genial contentment,
but they would not comply with my request!
Quiescent Universe, where have you sent your stars?
Obscurity prevails, all the owls, sparrow hawks and loons
tremble; their quietude has been replaced by fear and droopiness!
Even this poet can't possibly quench his ardent spirit and relentless ego...
by not finding that quintessence for another quid pro quo;
every thing seems hushed and conquered by gloom!
Who would stare at a sky without the constellations,
to become voiceless and quaver?
Why did our Creator think of luminaries
as a source of light that wouldn't conceal
the marvelous planets spinning together,
with their perfect balance and sheen?
An astray ship would lurch on a dark and perilous ocean,
and the assiduous captain would be completely afraid without
the astrological guidance; and from any diverging direction,
an unexpected and invisible vessel could cause collision!
He must assume the attitude of confidence: to steer it
from an eventual disaster by invoking God again!
The eyes of need, the eyes of a disciple,
the eyes that sees perfection from a dad so human,
the eyes of expectation, the eyes of loving tenderness,
painting a heavy weighted makeup on a lighted loving face.
Every of dad’s habit is a white clean handkerchief
images of a hero seen as the family’s Hercules
eyes so sticky, holding unto daddy’s head
mental pictures, guiding the road of parental deeds
overcoming a temptation when the sight of disappointment appears
seeing a sorry one when diverging from responsibility’s route
doing things right to maintain the happy countenance
discipline and care putting both eyes to an intriguing debate.
Tears of joy dilated by love and satisfaction
a squeezing pair thrown at horrifying relationship or neglect
eyes of different speeches, sight of telling languages
causing various reactions with specific conspicuous rhythms
pouring out life or to drown in society’s unfair mud
nurturing its growing sight to snap each of experience’s posture
just looking up and outwards because the inside still yearns
through these eyes, I face up the beautiful challenge of being a daddy.
~ Placed First in Constance's 'D' quote Contest~
" (Two roads) diverged in a yellow wood and I choose the
the one less traveled by and that has made
all the difference. "
Quote by - Robert Frost
Traveling ahead I reached a junction, diverging.
Stopped undecided which path I should take.
Both looked equally unfamiliar and strange.
Wavering, an easy choice I couldn’t make.
One was going to the north, the other to the west.
I had no idea where it would finally end.
On an impulse, I chose the route going to the north.
Moving ahead, I found the road bumpy, full of hairpin bend.
I was overcome with fear and a sense of regret.
Thought if I had opted to travel to the west,
It would have made so much of a difference,
And wouldn’t have put me in such severe test.
However, I resolved to proceed further.
Stopping halfway was never my choice.
I decided to face the challenge somehow.
Overcoming hurdles gives us a chance to rejoice!
There is always thrill in facing the unknown.
As life is full of uncertainty, ambiguity and fear,
We often have to choose destinations unknown.
Yet through it all, we try to persevere.
After the initial setbacks, I entered a smooth road.
It was an avenue with trees arching on either side.
I knew I was heading to a celestial Arcadia.
With no more regrets, thanked my intuition, my best guide!