Long Impulsive Poems
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Gemini met Cancer on a summer day
She quite frankly took his breath away
He thought things were done in male or pink
She showed him another way to think
She gave him a wink and came right over
It amazed him this Cancer named Tom C. Clover
Her name was Cass and she was full of sass.
Her charisma knocked him off his a……
He had always paid his bills on time, this Norse.
She thought it funny and quite stilly of course.
She taught him all kinds of different ways to think.
She showed him that not all women stay in pink.
He was thrown off his feed and immediately smitten.
She moved in with him, and brought her Siamese kitten.
His family could not believe how impulsive this was for him.
He had never done things this fast, not on a whim.
Cassie turned his life thoroughly upside down.
He realized he could never live again without her around.
He planned the wedding because she was too busy to do it.
She skipped down the aisle and laughed all the way through it.
Their union has lasted nigh onto sixty years.
His relatives died off, which annihilated their fears.
They have sixteen grandchildren and a great grand or two.
They have had a fabulous life, not a day that was blue.
At Five,the world around seems confusing
The moves are mesmerizing, so amusing.
One knows no lies and smiles
Plays and explores,counting upto miles.
At Fifteen,one is full of energy and zest
One is impulsive,there's no desire for rest.
One dwells in dreams and fantasies
One enjoys the company of friends, like a swarm of bees.
At Thirty,one feels to have a permanent bond
With a person one wants to be and is fond...
One develops a true sense of responsibility
One strives to achieve and gain stability.
At Fifty,one loses all charm and desire
The level of spirituality, goes higher and higher.
One enjoys the company of members in family
Wants to spend the rest of his life,happily...
At Seventy,one likes the company of peers
With them,he shares the memories,smiles with eyes,full of tears...
One often feels connected with the Lord
Feels,the ultimate path,leads to the Almighty...God.
“Thousands of desperate migrants die in the desert and at sea, or fall victim to murderers and kidnappers, as they make their way along the ‘eastern corridor’ from Ethiopia to Saudi Arabia” - Fred Harter in Obock, Djibouti
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Ethiopia through Djibouti
to Yemen, to hopeful life
runs Sun's angry route
A glum path to escape poverty
impulsive one-way journey
fear strengthens patience
keepers turned exploiters to smugglers
dump or sell or kill their dreams
new brokers fill hopes
shifting sand promises shift their goals
'Selling hair to purchase a comb'
no turning now, walk
starved, extorted, violated, yet
hearsays goad guileless hearts
burying truth, lies march
i've tried to express my fears
the inescapable end to you
i'm trying now, but am i clearly getting through
it's not suicide i'm thinking of
it's just the unknown
crawling through the night
creeping down the hall
in my hot impulsive stirrings of yesterday
i've traveled many nights to be with others
borrowed money and shifted blame
to anything i could imagine, whether it was real or not
it's just that the unknown
crawling through the night
creeping down the hall
is more than I alone can stand
i needed someone, i needed you
to share my fears
and cool my stirrings
and bring me full circle, into the light
to reveal the unknowns
sending them down the hall
crawling and creeping to their own
inescapable end
C2023 Thomas Lee Rhymes March 25. 2023
Don't ask why I change
Life is never be the same
I believe things evolve
This year I'm 55, 56 next year
This time I have many gray hairs
Not knowing next months all are white
I see my face has many wrinkles
Before only few of them I manage
I can push up 100 when I was 40
Now at 55, I barely made 50 push up
Before I always greet the morning free
Cause I wake up early and exercise
Now I mostly wake up late time
It's already hot and meals serve brunch time
Before I can jog a mile, now walk a mile
Love to comb my hair, now a hand brush is enough
Daily bath is routine, now interval of a day
No helmet drive motorcycle during youth days
Now, fear to drive instantly at busy highway
I have much foreboding in life when getting old
Life is never like before, sense of safety is a must
I have never such a impulsive feeling than being compulsive now
I have change a lot because of necessity of aging beforehand.
When someone stumbles and falls on their ass;
we find their predicament humorous.
And even though it is considered crass,
the people caught laughing are numerous.
When playing tug of war, inches to go,
uncontrolled nervous laughs may start to show,
and should the rope break, that laughter will grow.
Heaven forbid someone should slip on ice,
we'll break out laughing, although it isn't nice;
the victim of a folly pays a price.
Why do we laugh when someone passes gas;
or a skier fractures their humerus?
If there's a why, I don't profess to know;
cause it's impulsive: will have to suffice.
With an impulsive cognizance of the mother instinct
In physique and psyche, with her lambs, she's lovingly linked.
Her head-butting, as though she looks furious, does not hurt.
Her bleat is rhythmic, like a harmonious bass concert.
Like a mom lauds her kids, to lambs the ewe show her love.
As human spirits, is an ewe's soul, sent from above?
Cultures, religions, histories, and theologies praise
Of her flesh, blood, and veins, the science artfully portrays
Symbol of life that flows from human-divine alertness
Isn't there, in an ewe, a unique peacefulness?
Harmony of wily innocence and witty shrewdness
O ewe! You're a magnum opus of divine fullness.
In a society
that has always seen love as reckless and impulsive
I have tasted a different dish,
a side that is usually not explored
With sweet touches and sweeter words
Cautious of effect they have,
With distance so less and yet so more
Miles have to be yet travelled on this road
With gestures that speak more than one can
Beating heart is all I can hear
And his voice
With smooth edges of smiles he cannot hide
And a smirk tracing the tease in the comment
Of eyes that touch the deepest parts of me
Hidden not by clothes but by skin
Of the warmth that spreads within
I have glazed at the bump in his check
With the desire to see his face dipped in smile before pleasure
The love that is careful beyond measure
Because it knows it is the stick of support to stand
And the curves of lives at each end point
A surprise wrapped with faith in all
That has to the ability
To make someone happy
To make someone sad
I have seen love being handled
Like a child in the womb of mother
A bubble made for comfort and growth
Without pain and grief
And it a pleasant way of seeing it
which is criticized so much for the rush it gives.
Love like that warm comfortable home
carrying a tired sad soul.
When our paths crossed for the first time
you behaved arrogantly hurting with me
I found you wore a mask to hide secrets prime
us on the same page I knew I would never see.
Our paths forked for I found you rudely shrewd
as I traveled composed down the memory lane
your veritable valued self-respect I misconstrued
the mistake I learned to own up with mental pain.
I set my self-centric life on the right course
became prudent with infusion of tolerance
misunderstanding was erring impulsive force
failed to glean latent truth at the first glance.
Facade of seeming bearing can be deceptive
the contours of real mind it may not define
not to be overly critical is a cathartic objective
for if a bit less judgemental life is so very fine.
January 26, 2021
Dear child, in your ascent toward maturity: optimize liberty exercise
overcome dilemmas of rationally choosing between right and evil
along discernment to choose always the best against the better
be enlightened as deceit in the guise of truth lurks---
leading to the door of nowhere.
My child, be warned: Don’t wallow in agony over impulsive decisions
while groping in hopelessness, tortured by angst of imprudence
then suffer because of blind optimism’s grievous affliction
since it’s easy to be fooled by glowing vanity beam---
pointing to the road of futility gain.
Oh, child, I beseech you to keep on walking circumspectly with integrity
I say this since I love you, and I care for your successful future
once I ventured freely; you, too, are entitled for it blissfully
yet, heed to instructions avoiding blunders’ repetition---
directing to the way of peace-filled eternity.
Now child, I beseech you to yield to the Almighty God Who ushers your steps*
nurtured by His Word and reared through His compassion sufficiency
cleave steadfastly to the Saviour with faith that pleases Him
repenting for transgressions while thanking His grace---
assuring life everlasting.
*Psalm 37:23 The steps of a good man are ordered by the LORD: and he delighteth in his way.
September 18, 2020