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Posterity

POSTERITY©


Long ago and far away
We never thought we’d reach today

Living long we never dreamed
Could ever be as we had deemed

But here we stand hand-in-hand
It’s nothing like we might have planned

Back then we’d not conceived
Things of today could be believed.

Tomorrow brings more wonderment
Things of which we have no hint

Sadly we won’t be allowed
To have our minds become endowed

With things we’ll never live to see
They are for posterity.

That’s one regret we can’t recall
But posterity will see them all

When their age increases to
The ages of both me and you.

Sheer Delight

Your romance brings sheer delight,
Secret smiles shine so bright,
Hope you have happiest day,
Happy brains don't adult today,
P.J.'s on, cartoons to view,
Chips and lollies for me and you,
Sending blissful prayers to thee,
Love's blessings-our posterity, 
You bring your joyful love to me,
Happy hearts last for eternity.

Totality

We find deep inside ourselves
The traits of ancestors therein dwells
Grandpa’s eyes, our Mom’s hair
Our stature from … who knows where?

What we claim as thought process
We may be forced to re-address
Twas Grandpa Lee that caused, you see,
Our newer minds to think like he.

Our gait, as we walk around
Has origins in history bound
Great-aunt Edna, strolled about
With identical strides – long and stout.

And talents that we think so fine
Are not all yours, not all mine
For somewhere in our ancestry
There lay originality.

Our composition, it is made
Of melded steel that made our blade
For all our ancestral kin
Provided steel to place therein

We flaunt individuality
But in truth, it’s not just we
‘Tis ages of posterity
That comprise our totality

Posterity May Not Understand

~ Posterity May Not Understand ~
 
           Why I traipse five miles a day
              to whittle time away

            Idling in a safe daydream
              gazing at a listless stream

Posterity

Posterity 

Adam, the man, was up early and stood on the terrace
his body was pale as the unborn sun
 sitting on the low wall on the terrace, he evacuated
down to the roof of a neighbour.
Since he didn’t have paper, he wrote on the wall
“I shat here!”
Later, the woman who makes the breakfast and
clean the house came; an elderly maid, who had
seen it all.
While Adam was breakfasting came to the terrace
hosed down the offending words.
Adam’s pathetic attempts to be remembered for 
posterity was in vain.

Preserved For Posterity

PRESERVED FOR POSTERITY
awesome sensations
 compliant
 rapid
prodigious
astonishing

a visceral
  drifting into irrelevance
a cluster
  of strange nostalgia
 into memorys lane
a fragility
  of existence
fusing emotion

a meditation
  on mortal
 summoning subtlety
with a distracting
aura

such allusions
  of grandiosity
manipilated
  recalled
    by
      experience

THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived

Legacy

Legacy

Inheritors we are of depravity,
yet blame do we the ignorance of 
those whom graves stolidly invoke,
or pity do we the oblivion of 
the unborn, who, in our dirty shoes
shall sordidly rule the seven seas?

BITE SIZE POEM no24 Poetry Contest
Date: 27th October 2021

The Posterity of Rudolph

THE POSTERITY OF RUDOLPH

‘Twas the night before Christmas and the reindeers played tricks.
The twinkling eyes of the posterity of Rudolph in a riotous mix.

There was the mooning of Santa Claus, his britches on the North Pole.
The elvish-boots tied together and stuffed with chalky bits of coal.

Children’s toys were strewn about the snow, having been blown
by giant straws and how those cookie crumbles must have flown.

Those uproarious Rudolph’s progenies doubled over with ice cold tears.
Meanwhile Santa’s in a snit, not at all jolly nor filled with holiday cheer.

Red noses, beeping and blaring, poking out, jumping, scaring
on this Winter-white night when the sled should be ready and raring

to leap to each home, slide down chimneys or their substitute holes
and put smiles on cherubic faces but for naughty reindeer out of control!

11/26/2018
The Night Before Poetry Contest/Joseph May

Posterity

Posterity, tell me now
who are you in this world?
everyone is talking about you
everyone is waiting for you
it seems you are the miracle
the savior eagerly waited for
Do not hide away from us
there is security for you
no time is time for you
come in haste to save all
that day  you bring your face
the world shall celebrate

Foe and Posterity

Bright in the sky is the menacing moon,
Forced and relentless the winter night stride.
Rushing, the enemy’s bound to be soon
   Close to the traveler’s hide.

Wearied and breathless, he throws off his gear
Besieged by the cold. He loads up his gun
While mumbling a prayer, but fate’s drawing near:
   Hope for escape there is none.

No quarter or pity! His dear one is far,
His life nearly over, his eyes stern and bleak.
Death, foe and posterity merciless are,
   Yet none shall remember him weak!

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Posterity

Each is the difficult sentence,
its essence unfolding
into the intangible...

second by second,
wisp by wisp,
to glean the question..

wherefore simmers
our common wreck?

is it lit ablaze,
like the final pyre,
or let drift
like the Viking dead,

to know our fire,
to know our fire...

to reach a common end..

does Eliot bloom now
in his final bed?

perhaps posterity will know..

Posterity

The Live Oak Tree offers its shady limbs
As protection against the sun's beaming rays
It moves as the warm breeze flows churning hymns
About the oak in its younger days children played

Some little boys climbed 'pon its strong branches
Hidden behind its stout stable wide firm trunk
Not far below runs a small trickling branch
We wanted to play there maybe get a dunk

The nest that houses a squirrel family
Up high above the activity below
Has been there many years, those gangly
Posterity now play high and low

So like the humans who played under its limbs
Now grown, gone, some to prosperity and some tales grim 

Written Thursday June 13, 2013
While waiting for Cody at the Nursing Home

Sonnet Somewhat

Posterity

In men I see the future and the past
What could have been and what might be
Promises echo in stone caverns
I step on dusty footprints of déjà vu
I hear that familiar thump
Firelight flickers on well-worn walls
Fire that burns in a throbbing heart 
Lights up the souls archives
Past and future streaming
Hope and desire relentless
In men I see posterity wrought in dust

Consigned To Posterity and Consternation

Why are politicans always so sure about the future being better any whichway?

whilst they are continually addressing past mistakes all day?

that were never going to happen in their future anyway!

but they never want to go back to their past either way

and why can't they just be happy with the way things are (today?)

Joe Maverick

My Quote For Posterity

Neither spouse should ever forget -
             In marriage, the courting never ends

~Paula Swanson



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