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We love all that death touches
And so maybe we love in halves
We give and yet hold back
Because when we hurt
We fear the ash, our fire might become
The air that will scatter it
The wind swallowing it, erasing it
When we smile, we do it slight
Let’s not tempt fate
Into making it harder
The past is buried, forgotten
Not forgiven
We muse and then carry guilt
Over dreams squashed by our tiny feet
No one pushed us to do
And so maybe we did it because of them
we hold our heart into cages
of glass and iron
we peep outside and wish for freedom
then close the doors
don’t look back
we act selfless to hide our desires
kill a little of ourselves
to make it look more polished
where others grin at mirrors,
we pick out flaws
we want to love all that death touches
but ourselves and our hearts.
Do you have poise and grace,
Joy and peace in any place?
Don't hold grudges but reconnect
Find home and family but refuse a "sect."
Idealist captures just a small piece
But love shares it and finds peace.
There's surprises and mysteries,
Also a Creator's plan like arteries,
Flowing, give it time, fix mistakes
Two in communion hope makes.
Willing to leave or to change,
Letting hearts rearrange,
Invest in the Future with me.
Have our initials on a tree!
Sort out the negatives carefully but quickly
Keeping the hard-earned profit really.
Yes, think it all over but obey the Spirit.
Do you have the grit?
Appreciate people; they're never disposable!
Of this are you capable?
Believe in what you do.
God's works are mysteries but Life for you!
All can work for your good; all's okay,
Giving time, if you may!
Never tempt fate
But treat me to a Date!
We love all that death touches
And so maybe we love in halves
We give and yet hold back
Because when we hurt
We fear the ash, our fire might become
The air that will scatter it
The wind swallowing it, erasing it
When we smile, we do it slight
Let’s not tempt fate
Into making it harder
The past is buried, forgotten
Not forgiven
We muse and then carry guilt
Over dreams squashed by our tiny feet
No one pushed us to do
And so maybe we did it because of them
we hold our heart into cages
of glass and iron
we peep outside and wish for freedom
then close the doors
don’t look back
we act selfless to hide our desires
kill a little of ourselves
to make it look more polished
where others grin at mirrors,
we pick out flaws
we want to love all that death touches
but ourselves and our hearts.
I’m pissin’ in the wind
and a hurricane blows,
driftin’ too far drownin’
in a sea of woes
Feet of clay crumble
from under its weight,
and I drink to forget
but fear it’s too late
And I wanna vent but
it’s better I don’t
and I wanna leave but
I know I won’t
I suck it up and try
to be a better man
and substitute reality
with anythin’ I can
Till I no longer feel
and too much to bear,
and look in the mirror
and no longer care
The dogs of time are
howlin’ at the moon
and I feel like I’ll be
joinin’ them soon
That fortress I built
means nothin’ at all,
sadly it's just a brick
and not a wall
That road I'm travellin’
is aimless and long,
and it’s paved with sh*t
and has been all along
Love and joy and hope
are fanciful dreams,
in this world of mine
nothin’ is as it seems
Gaslit truth and trust
and culture wars rage,
and I fear I've entered
a dark Orwellian age
A crisis of aspiration
takes a frightenin' toll,
and that scream I hear
comes from the soul
The winds of fate blow
in the end times too,
and storms are gatherin’
but what am I to do
This big old universe
keeps fu*kin’ with me
but I won’t tempt fate
and what will be will be
I’ve spoken with God
and read the holy writ,
it sucks if my fate is to
burn in a flamin’ pit
I can breathe in the air
but not livin’ is dyin’,
and I've asked myself
what’s the use in tryin’
For the fork in the road
is nigh just up ahead
and I wanna go straight
but will veer instead
Now the clock is tickin’
in the midnight hour
and the taste of death is
both sweet and sour
Ya must do what ya must
for it’s not well to exist
when the sum of all things
are too much to resist
Written: February 1996
Do not tempt death by opening its door, for in its time it will find you.
~ by poet
What lies behind that door?
Is it darkness or light?
A place filled with shadows
and silence, day and night?
With such a thought, fear grows.
What lies behind that door?
View of my future, or
memories from my past?
Curious to know, but
don't want to breathe my last.
What lies behind that door?
I grasp the bronze handle
my fingers start to shake.
If I should open it
would it be a mistake?
What lies behind that door?
It's quite a mystery,
said I, in whispered breath.
I won't tempt fate today,
being loath to face death.
April 7, 2022
Form M - Monchielle Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Theme: Death
Daze gone by and things forgotten.
Bees gone! And the corn is rotting....
And then one day... as if to say...
A Chance came by,
from the Cornman's Way.
The young One too, at 22, sat with Me.
And in my yard not far apart,
We sat together,
And Together were Three.
"Notice Time, it's five til nine...
1.55 and we're still alive...
I like your shiny red car.
Glows just right, near
The moon's full light.
Much, like a shiny red star..."
Gentlemen,
As to not tempt fate,
Our visit is Great...
But it's time you two should go.
Not to be rude, but I hesitate,
So I ask you to exit,
By way of the gate.
Oh my O Me, and how I awoke,
Not sure if living or dead.
Confusion was there
and thin was the air,
A humming was loud in my head.
Which day is This?
And which Tomorrow?
Switched Wayz they did,
Or was that borrow?
Fear and panic all around...
The letters spun, mixing
Color with sound!
And then I saw, His card at hand.
And saw the Chance, to begin again.
I'm grateful, and I understand.
Mother said,
Kitten, go close the door...
Your time with Them,
Should be know more.
And then I remembered,
About the Fours…
Psst...
"...it's not a cigar..."
"...use the fours, luck.e..."
If power comes your way,
You can use it to dictate the state of play,
So, use it wisely every day.
You will have the power to delegate,
You will have the power to relegate,
You will have the power to dedicate,
As long as you concentrate.
You will have the power to renovate,
You will have the power to update,
You will have the power to Innovate,
As long as you don't hesitate.
You will have the the power to hate,
You have the power to be late,
You have the power to tempt fate,
Should you chose to activate.
If power comes your way,
Know that it will dissipate,
If you delegate,
To those who wish to speculate,
In order to accumulate.
Dedicated to those who have done their bit.
Keeping our country fighting fit.
Through all the turmoil of the situation.
Standing tall with sheer dedication.
Nhs workers doing long hours.
Deserve more than a bunch of flowers.
Doctors and Nurses not getting a break.
This is ludicrous for goodness sake.
People in care homes looking after our olds.
Keeping all the patients safe now be told.
Wearing gloves and face masks all day long.
Trying to keep everybody strong.
Then theres police, fire service and ambulance people too.
Doing their jobs and protecting me and you.
Food stores keeping food on our plate.
Without whom we'd be in a real state.
Community groups have also stood out.
Get shopping , medication when you shout.
People are cooking and delivering food.
To those in isolation wishing they could.
The next time you see someone doing their work.
Just think COVID 19 is really berserk.
So whether its work or doing a good deed.
Everyone please do take heed.
Please stay in don't let this virus mutate.
Stay safe please don't tempt fate.
Its hard enough the things that they do.
Without another casualty like you and you.
So to all those mentioned from our town.
Here's a little gift sorry no gown.
Moisturiser treats and some lip balm.
Thank you from the people of Calne.
time flows swiftly yet the second remains still
but if seconds were only enough to catch forever as it wills
would it cease the rain from ending before it has begun?
would the stars still call the eastern sky beckoning the morning sun?
can forever be caught between two hands ticking between the years?
hands outstretched finger tips holding a minute of forevers tears.
when forever expires whenever that is, does it go home early or late?
or does it waunder through out the night desperately trying to tempt fate?
forever can be endless but can it stop without beginning?
and if forever took a break would it stop the world from spinning?
and on the dawn of it's respite would forever approach the world with care?
or simply push snooze on the alarm clock seen through a somnolent glare.
did father time hang around before forever could exist?
did the universe start off linear and forever made it twist?
does forever ever get lonely missing family or wishing for a friend?
and if forever has never known anyone how does it know when it will end?
forever eventually catches both the wolf as well as the herd.
but can the heart really mean to catch forever in its word?
His spine curves right, then left
one shoulder lower than another
A hitch and a wobble in his gait
couple shots of whiskey tempt fate
A caddy, he calls himself a ‘pro jock’
follows the sun to work year-round
Wows the young jocks with mythical tales of the (PGA) tour
~ though his liver will rot before long, that’s for sure
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A 'caddy' carries a heavy bag (or two!) of golf
clubs (usually) on one shoulder, traversing a
golf course of four or more miles.
PGA = Professional Golfers Association