Long Foibles Poems
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New friendships form and spawn a playful child
fingers of innocence explore the bond
each passing day it grows, entranced, beguiled
wide-eyed it sees the now but not beyond.
To freely give, thinking only the best,
be generous in mind and heart and soul,
welcomes with open arms and bares it's breast
ignores the foibles and accepts the whole.
Out of the blue Janus now turns his face
and tramples on the love that trust had bought,
no mercy shown, no shame and no disgrace,
all that had gone before has come to nought.
Friends come and go, so treat them all the same
else by the rules they set you play the game.
1st March 2016
For contest 'Pick a theme', sponsored by Craig Cornish
I don't seek a white knight
a life partner would be nice
someone to curl up with
and discuss the life situations that bring me strife
Sprinkle that partner with humor
give him a dash of debonair
And don't forget a dose of silly
not one who puts on airs.
Give him his inner mojo
a healthy dose of pride
Make him well read
and not vacant inside
A handsome countenance is pleasant
but a skilled one more replete
After all its not show and tell
its show and do and then rinse and repeat!
To live with me he needs to have humor
my foibles they are more than a few
I promise to set a good table
and to make him feel amused.
He must appreciate art
and if he is a creator himself so much the better
And he must love kids and pets
our life like a short from Art Linkletter.
And now that I have laid it out,
I know I conjured him up from my past.
Because he arrived intact
he's still the same and we have our time at last.
44 years was a long time apart.
Though we had brushes of time together.
So don't forget it's our time now. Let's get er done!
Conjured you up. Artimus speaking to Alan (C) 9/12/23 9:15PM Artimus AKA Susan Manley
Photo Credit: me sitting on the hood of my 70 Chevy Impala at the age of about 19....
All is not lost
Memories buried in my bosom
Are not yet dead
The plays, fads and foibles
Bubble in my heart
Giving me my precious self and
The chaste child of golden days
School, boys and teachers
Were the part of myself
As much as were the mango tress
And the secretly plucked fruits
The sly slips of the classes
And the clever excuses
Remind me of crafty endurance
Days full of quest and curiosity
Every moment learning new things
Preserving them in ceaseless memory
Bracing unwanted family intrusions
An undiminished soul
Always busy and demanding
A baby with eternal exuberance
Big dreams in the tiny heart
Days full of kites and
Paper-boats in rain-filled yard
Father’s scare and mother’s love
Stress of exams and results
Marching to school with heavy bags
Always eager for the last bell
The days blossomed into youth
Maturity and senility took over
Worries, conflicts and tensions
Replaced the bloom and joy
Desire to retrieve the gone days
Flimsy but soothing burns inside
And the life goes on
Who decided who I’d be?
Two people gave me life
Raised me
Kept me safe from harm
Taught me about life
Teachers in school taught me how to read
What to say
What I should believe
They told me what I should think
What not to think
What not to say
What I should not believe
But, did they tell me the truth
Was it the truth they believed?
If they believed it at all
Do I think the same as them?
Do I speak the same words as them?
Could I ever believe as they do?
I am not them
I would not want to be
I learned so much from them
My parents
My teachers
They taught me everything they knew
So, who decided who I’d be?
Not my parents
Not my teachers
My life has been my own
My experiences, bad and good, shaped me
My ideas and beliefs are mine and mine alone
In the long run
With all my faults and foibles
I am the one who made me…me
No one else
Just me.
Life is an eternal ecstasy
Flowering as ripe old age
Liabilities over, shorn of shackles
Confined to oneself and free to peep into
Fads and foibles lying dormant for decades
The wisdom at its best, with the strings few
Leaves, petals, breeze, dawn, dusk and dew
As adorable companions offering divine notes
To the melody of heart, mood and passions
Echoing as penance, serenity and joy
With love, compassion and forgiveness
All in one
The hidden hues come to the fore
With unknown treasure on the fingertips
Making million times richer and able
Turning thoughts in to wings, ready to fly
To reach the stars, moon and the clouds
The exciting new self, hitherto unknown
Opening days as an era of joy and thrill
Planning solo journey to new destinations
It is time to rediscover the life
Merging with the chastity of earth and sky
And enjoying virginity of the divine
In the life’s second bloom
By happenstance
I strode across
the boundaries of my being
and marveled at the beauty
and horror I was seeing.
By happenstance
I chose to stay
outside the boundaries of my self
bask within the joy and pain
of being there with someone else
By happenstance
I acquiesced
to let teared rivers flow
to irrigate a troubled heart
to see just what might grow
By happenstance
of weeds and chaff
foibles that hid my fear
I chose to let them grow awhile
for we had days to share
By happenstance
of boundaries fled
of footsteps following - that led
to being in the place I am
outside the boundaries of my head
John G. Lawless
©10/12/2019
Who and what.? Are words more relevant.?
Spirit in flesh..Fears foibles desires and
A realm of intentions.' Veering off occasionally, of the better path.' Could
Have been me.? I happened i saw it! The
Rain came twice against the forecasts ( in January ) in L A and in
Victoria..The fires died, I got up the next
Day and tripped over.' Banged my nose
Had to wipe my eyes.' Struggled through
The cold English rain, a car just missed
mine..Mundane stuff people.'One day my
Car will be part of a robot.? Could be.? Or
Just a rusted hulk.? Can you tell me exactly.? No you can't I can't, there are many things i cannot do.' What is valueble? Whar is the imperative.? A glass of clean water, or a vase of it, with fresh flowers.? Is that fullfilling.? Its not the whole, yet part of the sum.' Its in its place
The same as the river, the mountains the
Plains and the valleys, works of antiqity
Observed in museams, or looted.' And placed on a table somewhere.? I do not know, what the next hour will bring ' the
Unseen post service, that always delivers.'
Unpaid i'll grant you, but always aware, of
My existence, in the great somewhere.'
I have a cat
(or a cat has me),
a furry cat, a very purry cat
when on my lap it's sat,
independent it is
(egotistical too),
yet demands attention
(self-centred through and through),
and when well-fed, its purr
(a four-stroke motor),
is full of condescension,
when behind its ears you scratch
(it's expected of you),
you may believe you heard,
“Meow, meow, meow,”
(sorry, here's the catch),
what it really said is,
“Me now, me now, ME now!”
And, as goldfish swims in bowl,
cat looks on with danger fraught,
thinking, 'So near yet so far,
that fish is food for thought.'
Darkness stalked through the shadowed lands
only briefly glimpsed before vanishing.
It passed through valleys and ridges leaving
in its wake despair and torment and Blood soaked lands.
No friend of light, it kept to the dark paths
releasing disharmony and malcontent in its wake.
No respecter of life's beauty, its intent most malice
feeding on people's fears and greed, it gained in strength.
A veritable feast lay before it as it advanced
and used man's foibles to its personal gain.
Causing strife and friction was its delight
setting one against another chuckling with glee.
Yet, where there is darkness there is also light
and it is daily pushed back into the shadowed lands
from whence it came. Once again it is conquered
by both light and the spring of eternal hope.
This thing that they call love can not be measured
it comes to us all whether we want it or not.
Sneaking up it hits us in the eyeballs and
turns our lives around giving us both strength
and at the same it makes our knees bend in weakness.
This thing called love has the power to move obstacles
to ease our way. It makes people see life afresh.
It is a feeling that brings wellbeing into daily life.
We are now responsible for another person and our path
together can be sometimes rocky we learn to take
the rough with the smooth trying always to better ourselves.
It makes the world go around as it pushes us ever on
A feeling that tingles our spine as the loved one draws near.
When we love it opens new doors and gives a sense of sharing
and we become more tolerant of the foibles of others faults.
This thing called love gives us so much joy if we let it in.
Remember how it welled up when your first child was born.
Filling our hearts to breaking point as we gaze down and also
filling us with strength and determination to be our best.
To make a good life for our offspring after all it is through
them that eventually we will live on.
Love comes in all shapes and sizes. Never should it be measured,
to measure it is to belittle it and make it small. Accept this gift
with open heart for this is truly what life is about. It is said,
that love conquers all and this I believe, many are life's battles
and loneliness and solitude weaken the human spirit.
Welcome always with open arms this thing called love
let your eyes and heart open, enjoy the small things
nature has to offer. They will enrich your life and enhance
your very soul. Take pride in your achievements, forget
your disaster's, they only matter if you let them and then fester
souring all that should be good and pulling you down.
Yes open wide both heart, eyes and arms and even though
you can not quantify and pin it down just rejoice that we have
this thing called love. Ah Yes it is "la mort" and also "l' amore."