With Summer eye aglow,
as sidewalks briskly bake.
The stern teacher, asleep.
Old books dusted with shake.
In the Autumn, reopen.
Reopen
with Summer eye aglow,
Buds open.
The sea of Galilee, gallant,
Christ places sole
Of each foot, stirs fear of mankind
Upon ebb and flow,
With Summer eye aglow.
Walks sans pit or pratfalls,
The Son of God - listen
When He calls.
The apple of God’s eye, He shines
In the bleakest days.
Though the proud couldn’t see,
Indeed, the Spirit did raise.
Calvary couldn’t hold Christ down,
As man cannot hold
The royal diadem crown.
That’s too bold!
Upon the earth and sea,
Briskly walks gentle pace -
A constant flow from heaven,
Flow of grace.
With Summer eye aglow,
From creation burns,
Ancient teacher awake -
Mankind learns.
Today
The wind stopped blowing
…..all the chickens fell over*
John G. Lawless
1/8/2022
*punch line to an old joke
THE CYNICISM OF DISILLUSION or Perhaps Hamlet was right.
Disillusion frames the drama of our lives
As we lurch through props and sets with pratfalls tripped
Wood Pigeon soars to self applause and then subsides
Fine woven fabric inadvertently is ripped
Why essay to climb the peak, perchance the ending
Where demise succeeds your rise, while descending
16 February 2019
Laurel and Hardy
absurdity of moments
late Summer pratfalls
a tree catapults through roof
then there’s the repairs done thrice
8/21/2018
Laurel & Hardy — American cinema slapstick-comedy duo (1920’s to 1940’s)
married,
always
we share
our joys,
pratfalls,
the bills,
income,
our home,
two cars,
cooked meals,
mixed drinks
one bed,
the bath,
high hopes,
children,
a hug
or kiss,
your smile,
my frown:
deep love
we share,
our lives
are one.
When Christy cries,
the birds stop chirping,
When tears flow from her eyes,
the rain stops, for it she is usurping
The very power of nature...
With her deep, deep emotion,
More powerful than the tidal surge
of a seismic excited ocean
Christy and I talk,
through poetry's strong power
be it humorous or dour...
We've both walked the same sad halls
of life and love's many pratfalls
We've never met, and likely never will
but through words that we exchange
we struggle to ascend life's cragged hill
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