Are we headed in that direction
The end of the world
The loss of perfection
Are we drug down that path
By our belt with foot attached
Have we past the point of no return
Without a choice have chances burned
And losses cost are we to learn
In the boarders cross
Have we really come to that place
To meet that judge face to face
Are our crimes too many to name
Just enough to earn that fame
Why didn't wisdom warn about the game
While we were we brought to shame
What happened to the taught and tamed
Or is there in the end a source of gain
Will tears fill our eyes glory or pain
In that place is it new or the same
Have our lives been spent in vain
Giving to ourselves a kind of disdain
Are we set free or the curse remain
Are we to trust our selves
Or use that Name
Everyone’s lifelong voyage cruises diversely
towards and from all meant gained, lost or
missed. Earth waters mask complexities, gifts
and rifts bound to astound us with our
surfaced share. New horizons tantalize our
brightest dreams while some island sights paralyze.
He lost his wife, his kids, his life, his hope
discovered grandma’s recipe for peyote
baked it up and became one with the earth
landed as part of the desert, this man rebirthed
as a piece of nature, he is pleased at himself
a part of Arizona’s rocked up cliff shelf
the wind has welcomed him and made him a home
he no longer laments, or feels sad or alone
when his relatives visit, they feel his spirit there
in the desert air, he is happy, without a care
Peyote has made him excited to be a piece of nature now
His grandma’s recipe, which nurtures him from stem to bow
In a park, now far away.
Children used to run and play,
Skipping, jumping, having fun,
A time of joy for everyone.
It makes me very sad to say,
This park is no longer there today.
The space is looking bereft and grey,
A loss for everyone.
I know that there is a need,
To house people, and to feed
Those whose lives are tough
And there isn't enough,
Housing for everyone.
But when all is said and done,
And too many parks have gone,
Replaced by newbuilds by the ton
A loss for everyone.
Huuhhg, huuhhg
Cried?! Call
Hallway
Ever cried
Call way
Rounded strings
Parent darings
Love you going
Eyes in minds spearing
To yell when it dries
A city inside
Rounded states
Hats tilting despair
Losing footing
In a hand worth turning
Parents darling
Missed the meaning of spent
Before you return
City squares I've made,
Steps upon all ponds
Travel days, nights as dawn
World's go to run
Having all dreams in done
Yet hearing the shore
Foreign and open latching boards
We waste under joy
Bereaved he'll stay a boy
Good old ageing inevitably involves loss
Affecting our faculties
Varied for each individual
Different losses ,different degrees
Frustrating and difficult it is
A struggle at times to say the least
Adjusting and learning to cope with
“Life’s old age beast”
Along with losses there are personal gains
We individually accrue
The greatest blessing age has gifted me
Is absolute appreciation and gratitude!
Like Winter
predicts Summer
Dark grey suffering
is not yet total green forest
and blue sky loss
As one cold
lonely voice
isolating experience
need not preclude
warm
yet alone
embracing vulnerable memories
transparent images
anticipating full-bodied reconnections,
compassionate life choices
As EarthTribal respiration
invites EarthMother regeneration
wombs reproductive
eggs
nuts
seeds
Surviving thistles
not yet Othering
weeds
As painful apartheid
is not yet anxious death
nor anticipating life
As isolating trauma discoveries
are not yet therapeutic
solitary thoughts
anticipating glad feelings
passionate
about sacred intimacy,
boundless recovery.
abandoned parklands
filled with decaying dreamscapes…
frozen wine cooler
Sometimes caring too much can be dangerous
There is always a reflection of Cain and Abel next to you
It is good to love in stages
So that you don’t allow yourself to end up in a cage
And be enslaved by a misguided notion
My biggest losses came from being too loyal
Often we look at people with a royal outlook
But this can be disastrous
Your enemies are not strangers
Sometimes those that love us the most
Betray us the worst!
We pick our friends and love ones but
In the end, in real situations we sort them out
Then, we find out our true companions!
Sometimes silence is better than unnecessary drama
Because you can easily sense a jealous spirit, negative energy
And most of all, a miserable person
My biggest losses came from being too loyal
Your enemies are not strangers
They are people you know so remember that
There is always a reflection of Cain and Abel next to you
Mark Frank
Copyright 2023
hope that we take charge
football wins with their failures
win when follow through
insulting fumble
fall after they did stumble
bad words may mumble
team needs unity
perfect opportunity
protect our country
we will have much pride
honor always has been there
now in their presence
God help us to see
keep us free from tragedy
how team wants to be
Santos a big wend
on never want to depend
always will offend.
while wind blows and blows
Santos has a nose that grows
new one we propose
storming and storming
suffering global warming
Santos appointing
Santos analyzed
incompetent and surprised
loser we surmised
time that we move on
the King is now in heaven
may start a new march
Football Wins With Their Failures
Could you,Carson, imagine
That Ross gave me a margin,
Gap between us enlarging
With smiles into halls barging...
His words of encouragement
Ones streaked with disparagement,
As they show off management
And preach stricter engagement...
How should I really have felt:
By a pal beaten or belt?
Ross has his wins made 'A must'
And V tattooed on his bust,
Meaning,of course,I may rust
While after victory lust...
My shameful losses annual,
Has Ross been using manual?
In life,
Sometimes we win
And sometimes, we lose.
But I've come to realize that,
Some wins hurt
While some losses grace me with peace.
Maybe, not all wins are meant to be
Chased after.
Soon the thymus is lost,
ok, no nonsense,
everything as...
Worse is to lose the sense, the grace
to be a boy...!?
It's not lethal, losing the gourd...
but the spleen... not that
you can lose!
Lose your loving heart,
It's sad, very sad, almost
mortal... but the heart
lost physique, is fatal,
it's fatal...
Lose your cool, calmly
sometimes you can...
But losing your soul... that
no angel helps...!
Earthquakes bring the waves it shook
Like speeds of hurricane wind, it took.
Destruction displayed with its fierce tail
From a huge storm twisting into a gale.
Climbing the highest hill into the sea
To firmly wait with all the gold, you lost
And the profits we shall never again see,
Pushed into loses by a wind that tossed.
We pray and hope to God for better days
That comfort may never wane or waver.
But grant some relief from fear and frets
In terrible storms of scam fine weather.
Stand the grounds that reward and inspire,
When the storm sweeps away your goal,
And you have no more credit left to hire
This breath of life is greater than gold.
Your strength will come back around
to be risk wiser at the next twist and turn.
Anchors fastened deeper into the ground,
rooted in cautious armory, faithful and calm
I got into you
and you mislaid me...
You didn't enter into me,
but I safe you inside...
When one day you wish,
when you feel up
to be who you were, come
that I return you back to you...
As for me for now,
i am lost yet... !
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