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I rose up from my bed, feeling better than I have in weeks;
With energy that has been absent, feeling rosiness in my cheeks.
I felt like I could dance and waltzed across the floor,
Twirling an imaginary partner I danced and waltzed some more.
I was light on my feet, feeling like I was floating in the air;
The shortness of breath I’ve had - no longer was it there.
Then suddenly I realized, there were people watching me,
How they came to be in my room was a total mystery.
I started recognizing faces of people from my past;
Some of whom it was many years since I’d seen them last.
Their faces were aglow; they smiled from cheek to cheek;
I turned back toward my hospital bed – where my body laid in its final sleep.
I felt an initial shock, mixed with panic and some fear,
When the meaning of my feeling good to me had become clear.
Then a nurse walked in my room and my pulse she tried to take;
She turned off all the monitors and covered up my face.
I felt a tapping on my shoulder and recognized her at first glance;
My wife who passed four years ago asked, “May I have this dance?”
Is not this the brevity of human life?
In my conciseness and exacting mentions
The proper use of words in my writing or speeches, huh
In awe, at naught-what
Is not this the brevity of human life?
While filling my mind of redundant thoughts
Conciseness What, Concision Why,
Succinctness Yes,
Is not this the brevity of human life?
Economy of the stock market crashes the economy clashes raise more taxes , huh!
Language skill, consciousnesses, shortness IRS you either do or don’t pay your taxes;
Briefness stills faithful wills,
Pithiness jaunt, pith, incisiveness skills,
Is not this the brevity of human life?
Crispness words rips truths and lies spills;
And we're all compactness together,
And we shall compression compactness, compression forever (huh);
Laconic, terseness, pointlessness, curtness, abruptness; (what)
"This verse notable for its clarity and brevity"
Shortness of time, why;
"This verse is or isn’t the brevity of human life"
This verse shortness, briefness, transience, What
It’s transitiveness, ephemerality What!,
Impermanence Huh??
Is, is not the brevity of human life-Huh
What is not this the brevity of human life?
Is not this the brevity of human life?
9/11/19
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We got married on October tenth of nineteen seventy-one.
We had a great honeymoon, lots of giggling, and a lot of fun.
We actually eloped, and were married by a really nice judge.
I wore a brown velvet dress, the color of caramel fudge.
I thought that life could never ever be better than this.
No one got upset if we cuddled, nestled or wanted a kiss.
There was a lot of cuddling, and kissing, and other stuff too.
We had lots of fun, alone, in a cabin in sweet Kalamazoo.
We had no idea back then that we would be married forever.
We went in to it thinking it would be a rather short endeavor.
I do not think at age nineteen you think about ever being old.
We were happy together, as you can see, this tale now told.
I think we spoke of children, and thought they would almost be small.
I know we remarked on my shortness as he is quite tall.
We told stories, ate potato chips and laughed about lots of stuff.
Whatever we had in common that day, it really must have been enough.
I love all the ladies,
No matter the size.
That sultry first kiss,
Is the ultimate prize.
Walking hand in hand,
Under a silver moon.
The romance in the air,
Can make your head swoon.
The anticipation,
Of that first embrace.
Your heart beating strong,
At an incredible pace.
Till the joyous moment,
That your two lips meet.
The taste on your tongue,
Is uncommonly sweet.
With a trembling body,
And a shortness of breath.
You then make a promise,
That you'll love her to death.
This blissful caress,
You can't wait to begin.
You hate when it's over,
Until you do it again.
It speaks deep to the heart
Tenderly to the soul
Tells of the many wonders
You'd love to know
In it's single mission
Spreading of truth
But what good is a love poem
If it wasn't written for you
As it tears at your heart
Swipes at your tears
Bringing to the surface
Emotions you haven't felt now for years
Telling you things
You only wish that you knew
But what good is a love poem
If it wasn't written for you
With the tightening of chest
The shortness of breath
The shedding of light
On what you could only guess
The tug on your heart strings
That won't leave you alone
But if it's not written to you
What good's a love poem
The psalmist makes a promise or two
to guard his mouth and his ways
holding his tongue so not to sin
when the wicked presence stays
But finds it so difficult to do
for fighting within is burning fire
causing his distress to grow worse
now he speaks to prove he's no liar
O Lord show me my life's length
show me the shortness of it all
you've made it only a breath or two
so my life is in a long stall
My hope is in the Lord to wait
so from my transgressions deliver me
remove your very heavy hand off
make my prayer's answer to see
Sojourn with you I will continually
despite my tears let me know peace
look away so I can again smile
before my life here will cease
(PSALM 39 (ESV)
I said, “I will guard my ways,
that I may not sin with my tongue;
I will guard my mouth with a muzzle,
so long as the wicked are in my presence.”
I was mute and silent;
I held my peace to no avail,
and my distress grew worse.
My heart became hot within me.
As I mused, the fire burned;
then I spoke with my tongue:
“O Lord, make me know my end
and what is the measure of my days;
let me know how fleeting I am!
Behold, you have made my days a few handbreadths,
and my lifetime is as nothing before you.
Surely all mankind stands as a mere breath! Selah
Surely a man goes about as a shadow!
Surely for nothing they are in turmoil;
man heaps up wealth and does not know who will gather!
“And now, O Lord, for what do I wait?
My hope is in you.
Deliver me from all my transgressions.
Do not make me the scorn of the fool!
I am mute; I do not open my mouth,
for it is you who have done it.
Remove your stroke from me;
I am spent by the hostility of your hand.
When you discipline a man
with rebukes for sin,
you consume like a moth what is dear to him;
surely all mankind is a mere breath! Selah
“Hear my prayer, O Lord,
and give ear to my cry;
hold not your peace at my tears!
For I am a sojourner with you,
a guest, like all my fathers.
Look away from me, that I may smile again,
before I depart and am no more!”)
These verses breath life as I weep,
thinking of the shortness of the earthly life;
and they can eternally live, in ageless time,
on the lips of common people that seek
an extraordinary purpose in their subtle defeat,
to build many fabulous dreams out of nothing....
Sorrow can't be masked by joy:
it's a temporary and distressing disguise,
which nobody should hide behind it for long;
pretender, don't make up unconvincing excuses,
release your fallacious hand that clutches another prey:
it's the self-denial of a liar without courage...
Cry for yourself with ample empathy, remorse
has already shaken up your conscience,
and according to the sympathetic looks you received
by the closest friends who idolized your idealism,
whom you lured into your false kindness to achieve your egotistic dream;
now, you must feel the acute pain: no guilt can easily be redeemed...
An untruthful voice is only heard by deceitfulness,
it has an inner weakness that honesty awfully rejects;
purify your trust by the humblest spirit:
some are never forgiven by their foes and acquaintances,
Who will read me me these verses that breath life as I weep?
I have put on a Godly image without grief...
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Rx's of the President
(Rx for terrorism)
By Franklin Price
7/23/2016
Rx's of the president
Should contain some warnings news
Much like prescriptions we receive
And the medicines we use
May have some serious side affects
Some shortness in our breath
Headache or two and tearing eyes
And sometimes even death
Drug companies have to do this
This notice can't exclude
The president paints a cloudless sky
For the public which is rude
Says world-wide killings we have had
Will never come to you
Don't have to worry much at all
Have only come to just a few
There is no darkness in the sky
No storm clouds on the way
The chance you'll be affected
Less than lightning struck today
Can't believe his thinking manner
This magic slight of hand
If you believe you're not exposed
Then your head is in the sand
You will not see it coming
When terrorism comes for you
No warning from the president
Something he just doesn't do
"The Looped Vision of Futures"
The loop plays non-stop
the needle steps out of time
into the groove of you and me
all of us played for time we are their revelry
hockey pucks struck by
the quiet hidden demons
smiling and licking their lips
already tasting our souls on a vicious ice field
lives matter no matter the colour of political greed
time repeats over the record cracks
verdicts and untruths the bells ringing out
once the song of that king of civil rights now forgotten
the bill players kiss each other with glee
prayers and confessionals are wasted
on all your wise misspent revolutions
wafers dipped into a book of wagers
profits and losses lost in tombs all black sealed
could questioning minds make poetry
from a death's throat opened to sing
fresh air to breathe
evolve some kind truth
for humanity’s last minute a saved dignity
and still the elephants march into the room
slowly holding in their adrenaline trunks the dry bones of doom
swinging low vibes slyly into our world view
in their silent hidden stoic hypocrisy
are we simpletons not alone
wanting some humanity
sanity dies on the detour neck of a road open
when we are down on our knees
praying for some brevity
shortness of time
waves wash over you and me
in that vacant parking lot we wait
when the war has dissolved
what remains of the forgotten beautiful dream
broken sutures misplaced in a corner
no longer no blue nor no green
some bad dream
shelved on parchment hidden
in cracked pots of clay forgotten in caves
some other world's dark gone wrong history
ignored,
ghost wars
crying out
caught and unheard
for some Light and some peace
(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
Earth’s smell fills my nose, worrying shortness of breath,
Cross the ground without mercy that laughs at my death,
Hurtling towards me, each piling on top,
Crush of love overwhelming that never would stop.
Such times felt intensely no longer exist
But what’s real is perceived, and what I perceive is this:
The tendrils of fear as we climbed, built and slid
A past true to my eye, the hedge where you hid.
It’s the present I can’t’ fathom, that senseless as dreams,
Forever on the verge, comes apart at the seams.
But my memories so strong shall yet win this war,
Forr they are my present, not this life I deplore...
11/01/21