Twixt life and hereafter
Break out in laughter
The better side of sixty
Louder, if you're thrifty
Ponder the tired frame
On inflammation, blame
Cells and tissues run amok
Immune cells, called, flock
Surgeons beckon
A windfall they reckon
Invading, nipping. gently
They probe, intelligently
Negative biopsy report!
You can still hold court
The end's hardly nigh
In consolation, sigh
—A Sonnet of the Unlosable—
The knots our words had wrought no hand could loose;
we drew them taut, yet they drew us more near,
till silence, cinctur’d close, became the use
of all the words our tongues had perish’d here.
At dusk the watchman’s staff struck fire from stone.
One iron syllable went through the lanes;
“Night hath no covenant with sleep alone.”
The dark pass’d on. It kept its watch in veins.
When lips grow ash’n, and speech itself is spent,
I’ll find thy wrist; my fingers shall retain
the quick, small thunder of thy pulse, content
to beat beneath my hand through night and pain.
Thou think’st some war shall make thee leave mine eye—
Nay, close mine eyes; thou’lt still be there, not I.
Me oh my I spy with my little eye
The climate crisis they still deny
The sleuth’s proofs they will defy
Ruthless with truths they just lie
An evangelist tryst as we all fry
Oligarchy malarkey is their ally
Shout read the book of Malachi
It either floods or is drought dry
Biblical not whimsical we all cry
Facts cloaks with pacts on the sly
Pokes broke folks as try to get by
Acts wry impunity from on high
Tracts of woke jokes.. on the fly
Elite phalanx craved the whole pie
As each raved I am a stand up guy
Banks our future on a computer tie
Skanks everyone thanks really why?
Everything tanks but saved by AI?
Fossil fuel fools with a limited supply
Flawed but adored as no rules apply
Share prices soared on the vices rely
Fires roared here & abroad we reply
Renewable’s doable & cheap to buy
Maraud with their fraud we all sigh
Abhorred just give our planet a MRI
Everything gnawed comply we all die
Sandwich board says the end is nigh
So if there's a Lord look up to the sky
As sunlight slides behind the hill,
I think about my life gone past;
And what it might amount to still,
As sunlight slides behind the hill.
If faith would only guide my will
To seek and serve those things that last
As sunlight slides behind the hill,
I think about my life gone past.
when spring is nigh, we will know ~ purple crocus will rise above the snow
Two things in life we never can deny:
No choice in birth, no choice in when we die.
The hands of time tick steadily away,
It's what we do between these two, can say.
For some, their time is short or not at all.
Born into death, their life is on recall.
Why is this so? A mystery won't find
The heartbreak that they leave is so unkind.
For others, who survive the journey starts
From many walks of life and worlds apart.
For some, their wealth is always guaranteed
While others struggle poverty in need.
Our choices made are ours and ours alone,
No blame to others, good or bad we own.
The wise will use their time to set the pace,
For fools, who know no better, time will waste.
We each, our time creates our greatest test
To make each moment count and do our best,
So, if your bucket list is incomplete,
Remember, Father Time does not compete.
Our birth, our life, our death for us is set--
Each one a different time that must be met.
These clocks upon the wall therefore remind
The countdown for us all has been defined.
through streets of déclassé squalor, i wander,
courtesan of chaos my feet bare,
ballerina on the dirty floor
o the city's kin of decay,
ragtag orchestra plays its dirge;
an eerie swan song.
i dance with shadows, a mistress of midnight's
in alleyways, i hear the ghosts of carnal revelries,
know the dolled-up ghoul of society's sweet melee,
her cocktail shrouded in obtuseness,
shares its waves of beer-fused intoxication
The rot of humanity's shadow is not in the ink,
but in the darkness that fuels the pen,
gruesome daggers, dripping honeyed poison.
with pride - I fall
with envy - I fall
boasting - I fall
know-it-all - I fall
I claim - I fall
with anger - I fall
with hate - I fall
only in silence, have I found...
I can get back up
again
and again
and again
in observance of why
I fell
FF - Time is Nigh - 5/14/24
a fly
buzzed by
eye dry
asked why
I cry
I dreamed my way here
I’ve had my cringe moments
I feel pressure, I lose perspective
I’ve wholeheartedly failed
I misspeak, underthink, overreact
I try to do the right thing
the right thing isn’t always clear
I’ve tried to hold on
I’ve let go with grace
I’ve charged ahead
I’ve stepped aside
I self-sabotage, then try to do better
I’ve self-consciously retreated
I’ve stood up for others
I’ve backed down and apologized
I’ve rinsed and repeated
I’m a chameleon, but I’ve never been perfect
I’ve under-reacted to challenges
I’ve overreacted to the ordinary
I devalue likeability
I indulge the language of play
I share my human experience
I don’t know what else to say.
Nigh the forest I go,
Where dreams sigh in silence
Rustling beneath the stars
In praise, gentle laughter
Played by timeworn guitars.
Nigh the forest I go,
Where breathless pines delight,
Aroused by dancing leaves,
Beyond sparkling creeks, songs
Peace flowing as she grieves.
Nigh the forest I go,
Where music moves my soul,
Meeting my heart’s prayers
Blessings I don’t expect,
Unspoiled wood still declares.
Nigh the forest I go,
Where God’s voice speaks wonders,
Promising His great grace,
Lingering like calm faith,
Woodlands are the best place!
There was a venturous gent
Who travelled the earth’s extent
But at the North Pole
It took quite a toll
Deciphering their accent
It started when he heard elves
Discussing amongst themselves
Saying: ‘le’s make oys
For he girls and boys
And pu all his suff on shelves’
Then said: ‘beer wear warm bandannas
Visiing Monreal and Monana
Because we’re old
Is exra cold
So bring exra blankes for Sana’
Now this gent was truly confused
With the kind of language elves used
Yet he feared missing
So kept on listening
And flipped from anguished to amused
The elves resumed: ‘Is ime o sing
Followed by hiry bells o ring’
Well that sent the gent
Closer to the scent
Of the kind of slang they did sling
He then met the elves finally
With a hey, hello, and howdy
Then said the words right
Singing Silent Night
As: ‘Silen nigh’; with a silent T
Translation if wanted:
Let's make toys
For the girls and boys
And put all this stuff on shelves
Beter wear warm pajamas
Visiting Montreal and Montana
Because we're told
It's extra cold
So bring extra blankets for Santa
It's time to sing
Followed by thirty bells to ring.
Such is life's goodbye.
Clap is thunder's applause.
Call is curtain's drawl.
Death is being, been.
Passover's end is nigh upon us
two more days to celebrate
and contemplate
the gift of freedom, but to be honest
without law and order, I'm no advocate
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