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If we could cross the sunset skies,
We'd never need a place to lie,
Finding ourselves above all else,
We could fly until the end of time.
But what goes up must also come down,
Although in spirit form we shall be joined,
So fly we will for all eternity,
Perhaps we'll find our true energy.
On a serpent's tail, we'll ride till then on Draco,
And float down the river of Eridanus,
Ride on the winged horse of Pegasus,
Visit the harp of Lyra and gaze at Vega.
Stay in the summer triangle with Aquila,
Then off to the winter triangle to gaze at Sirius,
With so many wonders in all the constellations,
We may even find if all the myths are true.
But if they aren't I'll still have my star you.
The river’s running higher than the river’s run before
I knew it was; there’s three feet of it on my kitchen floor
And next doors garden shed came crashing into my front door
But I needed a number two and I could wait no more
I waded to my staircase and I clambered up the stairs
Getting to my bathroom was the biggest of my cares
I did what needed doing and the paperwork was done
But when I flushed ‘my bear’ it came back with another one
And now the water’s rising right up through my bathroom floor
Those two big bears are bobbing between me and that there door
I really need to get out but the pipes have changed the score
For those two poopy bears have been joined by another four!
My loo looks like a fountain spouting such a frothy stink
I’ve got out of the water for I’ve climbed up on the sink
My loo then spouted something that was like a poop from hell
It seems I have a neighbour who is really quite unwell
And then I heard a yell, ‘the water’s going down a bit’
I grabbed a really deep breath and I made a break for it
As I left I turned the gas on and I lit a candle
And swam like hell because the clean up this man couldn’t handle
I got about a hundred feet and then my house erupted
And I got splattered with the stuff with which it was corrupted
If ever this recurs I’ll check the things I should be knowing
Like what goes up must come down… and which way the wind is blowing
Must come down . . .
I once had a cat called L O V E
Love liked to climb real high up;
Any high p l a c e was her perch,
But she seemed to prefer my CURTAIN rods;
Hours she would s t a y like a bird.
But as, Isaac Newton says,
What goes UP must come down (right);
And when I though all h o p e was lost,
And all coaxing was just pointless;
With one great L E A P Love was down.
. . . this is L I F E with a cat
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February 23, 2016
Poetry/Free Verse/What Goes Up
Copyright Protected, ID 16- 760-830-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the contest, Any Poem Written in February 2016
Sponsor, Laura Loo
Second Place
It might be quite neat to have a juggler,
Run for President or Prime Minister,
We have tried most other Professions,
With mixed success.
A juggler might have better understanding of the role,
And has the advantage of knowing the importance of,
Keeping one's eye on the ball,
With personal experience of what happens when you don't.
The best jugglers also know how to operate under stress,
And understand that there is a point where an extra ball or plate,
To juggle will be beyond the ability of most to handle,
By themself.
Other things in a juggler's favour is that they mainly,
Keep their eyes on what is going on around them in the real world,
And are not easily distracted.
Juggler also understands what goes up must come down,
In practice, not just in theory,
And I would expect that anybody given a position of authority,
By a juggler would be expected to know the fundamentals,
Of what makes good juggler,
I also would like to believe that as most jugglers do not judge a ball,
Or plate by its colour,
There is a good chance he or she would act the same way with people.
I also suspect that a juggler might know when to call it quits,
As, once a ball is dropped a couple of times and the applause stops,
They tend to move off stage,
And give those whom, they may have mentored, their turn.
What have we got to lose??
The grass is green and the sky is blue
The sun is hot and the rain wets you
As the sun rises the day is new
This we're told but is it true?
Ice is cold and fire is hot
Green is for go and red is for stop
Down is below and up is on top
We're told they're opposites but can they swap?
Lightening we can see and thunder we can hear
Distance is faraway and close is very near
Quickly looking is a glance but any longer is a stare
How do we know what to accept and what to fear?
How do we know what to choose?
Have we told all this just to confuse?
Do we have to believe or can we refuse?
I have a feeling they're just one persons' views
Time goes by when the clock is wound
It's not missing when it's been found
If you can turn a smile into a frown
Then what goes up must come down
Left hand doesn't see what the right ones doing
Gotta be careful so they won't end up suing
Keeping one foot moving at all times
Sitting here busting these rhymes
No guitar to play
Pawned it the other day
Always been my way
To keep the faith growing
Watching all the seeds, I've been a sowing
All the times I've been a knowing
What goes up must come down.
In life you can easily drown
Have myself to hold on to
Quince my thirst on the morning dew
Don't mind me I'm just passing through
Won't be here that long
But I'll leave you with a song
To dry any tear
To step with you through any fear
Time is on our side
We use it to guide
Not hide
You decide
To reach for tomorrow with open arms
Hate harms
Hearts that beat pure
Hard to find but I'm still sure
Out there somewhere I can't yet see
Happiness must surely be free
So I step pass the blue
Cause somewhere , love beats true
So on and on I go
One-day I'll have something to show
For the times done gone
But kept the beat moving on
Maybe one day I shall write
The words that sound right
Keeps me warm on a cold night
Till then
That someday, I don't know when
So I Keep on marching to my own beat
Till the day I get that special treat
A new life awaits
I'm tempting the fates
Writing my own
Keeping in mind all I've been shown
Reaching up trying to gather the love I've found
To the love one must be bound
In the Vastness of the Universe only One thing stands true
that the only thing Centralized Is The Sun in which too is also found within you,
where there is Fire there is Light
where there is Light there is Life,
where there is Life there is Proof
that what dwells beyond is Absolute,
to the Celestials we ride for from the Celestial we are
there the Eternal Blazes from the Earth to the Stars,
and we Ride High to the Sky towards Heavenly Bliss
and make a wish that one day All Shall Witness This,
that the Great Source of All shall reclaim its Fallen State
and find Grace, in the Hollow Race and Raise it to Thy Holy Place
what goes up shall surely come down, and what stands firm in place Is The Sun
which Governs All Life, All knowing, All Giving, All Is One
What you give, you will get back in return,
If you are nice to someone, and you leave it,
They’ll be nice back to you in the future, burn,
And a friendship may blossom to kindly sit.
Being nice is a positive, on the upwards level,
Going the upwards way, it’s something warm;
Gravity sits to allow trees to grow, no bevel,
Plants, planes, buildings, sky-scrapers form.
Leaves fall off the trees, plants photosynthesise,
Planes must land sometime, buildings get old,
Sky-scrapers are at risk of destroying the prize,
When weather threatens their structures bold.
So life says that when your frame is on the way up,
And you like people and show love for plane space,
When you could interject something kind, yup,
But don’t have to, and you do, ‘cos that’s your face.
Then you can be assured that in time, after a bit,
You’ll get back what you’ve given, for nothing,
Because what goes up must come back down, fit,
According to science’s law of gravity that’s moving.
INTELLIGENT DESIGN
What goes up should always come down
The reason laws of physics have shown
What takes birth should someday die
The reasons in rule book of biology lie.
Nature functions within its own tenets
Life floats like cloud of changing facets
Dreams we make the storm surge they face
Some live, some blow away, we can’t trace.
We toil and try to take life wherever we want
Can’t reach the goal for the bridges get burnt
The wrecking reasons we can’t reckon at all
That’s when we hear sound of fate’s footfall.
Mind likes to fly on fragile wings of free will
Shape of life it can’t change or configure still
Unsure if it’s an artifact of intelligent design
Or fated expression of coded ancient gene.
March 8, 2018.
SUNSET vs' SUNRISE
** Sunset **
The afterglow flame
Creeping under the cold creek
Daylight, gone again
** Soap Dish **
Daytime TV blues
Tune in tomorrows soap box
Dramatic, dusk wind
** Evening Star **
Tired sound waves
Waiting for eventfulness
Hour of the beast
** Atmospheric **
Phenomenon Light
Under the zodiacal night
Kisses and shivers
** Twilight **
Locked in my slumber
Vampire face awaken
Thirst like no other
** Sundown **
Aurora fading
What goes up, has to come down
crowfeet, black and white
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~~ Tequila Sunrise ~~
Break of day, snooze
Cockcrow without a whisper
Coyote Ugly
~~ DAWN ~~
Same Situation
Mentally agonizing;
Sunny side egg twist
~~ New Moon ~~
beautiful sun rays
Sun awaits for ebony
beautiful moonbeam
~~ Adjust the Setting ~~
Breathtaking sunrise
Beyond the horizon sky
Sherbert colored beach
~~ Skipping Rocks ~~
Glitter dusk on lids
Birds sing me a lullaby
Kids playing by lake
~~ Sunrise Industry ~~
Shining superstar
Golden streets with no stop sign
Lunch time draws nearer
by;p.d.