The young tend to nudge love away
gravitate toward a pale blue loneliness
then quietly slip into the grate.
Maybe they're just preparing for old age
the age where anything you've ever loved
bumbles away-like a tumbleweed
looking for a sliver of shade.
When your very old
the sheets run yellow gray
and so very- very cold.
Even plastic flowers wither
as crawlers and weeds gain foothold...
into the fading gem...called dying hope.
Like a thinning glass ceiling spider
awaiting the nourishment of companionship
never to arrive.
Hurricanes coming,
storms of life challenging me;
my spirit ready
Listen to the thunder of waves
As it heralds the change of tides
It comes day or night, no fixed time
Watch out for the lightning that raves
As it does not choose any side
It strikes like a broken rhyme
Why me
Why me
It had to happen to me
For there is a power within which others shall see
Could it be change had a name call pain
Only to give me a substance call gain
What name it had to change to show me whos I Am
If religious had to be a part
Spirituality is where I hand to land
To properly address Sam I am
Once was a child but maturity whipped away the sand
This path had to turn to a journey forced to seek
To pull out grace and favor inside of me
Suddenly I need a miracle to wipe away the tears
All the test I've gone through over any century and or years
It's clear
The picture is now color and be gone no more black nor white
Why fight when it is out of my hands
Given to a might
Mighty is the power
Forgiveness had the right to land
No more suffering
No more poverty
Prosperity I Am
We’re playing the long game.
We share things, we’re lovers,
we slip in and out of each other’s lives
like jackets hanging on the back of a door.
Relationships are like instruments,
they must be played, kept in tune,
the carnal and the corny balanced,
carefully, like sections of an orchestra.
Sometimes, I feel that I have to bring the energy,
BE the entertainment - and I can do that - in spades
but not forever - I’m not a tireless-giver - in fact,
I'm atavistically Parisien (we admit loving nothing).
I’m learning that when a relationship’s conducted,
at great remove, the basics - like punctuality,
dependability and preparation - become a big deal.
When I’m in an optimistic headspace, I think we can do it,
maybe, that we know what we want and who we are.
That we’re playing the long game
Grasping a plot
from my store of meddles
I spread,
near the sink,
verbs and nouns
I've found.
Cleaving each
to a size
then heated derive
a fragrant misty theme.
. . .to be continued. . .
When you are sick, you stay inside
But right beyond your door,
The earth continues spinning
Like it’s always done before.
The world’s events don’t take a pause
Because you’re not included
And thinking that your absence matters
Means you’re just deluded.
It’s kind of preparation,
As you hide away in bed,
For the way that life will carry on
Someday when you are dead.
Last leaves have fallen from the sycamore tree
Leaving her limbs unclad, so naked and bare
While they wait for their new coats of cottony
White snow, and the squirrels, here and there,
Skitter about searching for the nuts they stored
All summer long for wintry days they anticipated
Most of them have found carefully stashed hordes
Since the leaves are raked and falling has abated.
Instinctively, they hurry to prepare for the winds
Securing their leaf nests in the hollows of limbs
They even seem to cooperate as squirrel friends
As the warmth of a November sun steadily dims.
A sense of barrenness and busyness on the lawn
As the sycamore filters the dimming light through
Up early, I can see the squirrels working at dawn,
Mother Nature has taught them exactly what to do.
Written November 6, 2022
dark clouds gathering
storm approaching from the west
clothes come off the line
lawn chairs taken to cover
rain barrels in place
Written October 15, 2022
a squirrel
collecting acorn nuts ~
ready for winter
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Sponsored by Damned I-Be
Date written: 01/09/2022
Reaching eighty-five
All of a sudden I’m eighty-five
and start remembering of things past
and begin to think to relieve the burden for my children to bear
I begin to think and stare.
An introduction to the roll of hospice
funeral arrangements, crypt for final justice
mausoleum. plot, cremation
which of the above for my final damnation?
Where, when , do I begin to plan
the removal of my things past?
Mountains of books, files and photos galore
where does one put all to store?
Family harmony, wills, insurance
promised treasures
all for my beneficiaries assurance.
Louis Saraceno
10/10/21
In preparation for thanksgiving
for joyous, meaningful living
It's not 'I think, therefore I am'
~ it's 'I'm thankful and forgiving'
Every year, max-out your I.R.A.,
So that you’ll be wealthy in times of need.
Start putting money aside. Now! Today!
Learn to live within your means. Start today.
Don’t buy on credit trifles you don’t need.
Every year, max-out your I.R.A.
Manage your credit, but keep debt at bay;
Debt is a trap from which you’re seldom freed.
Start putting money aside. Now! Today!
Don’t let falling markets scare you away;
Think like a farmer buying bargain seed.
Every year, max-out your I.R.A.
Diversify assets in every way.
Study finances and investing. Read!
Start putting money aside. Now! Today!
Don’t procrastinate; your future’s today.
This is about security, not greed.
Every year, max-out your I.R.A.
Start putting money aside. Now! Today!
Get busy.
Soon you will become the sky.
Your cheeks will be the pirouettes of clouds.
Your breath the winds of plains.
Your eyes will be too large to see.
Your tummy will rumble with the hunger of storms.
You will be all this and more, only this time,
You will know it.
You will not feel your fingers as they rise
To form the mountains.
You will not own the legs of many trees.
You will become
The one great tree of sharing.
The leaves of your skin owning the ends of the earth.
Prepare yourself through prayer for the holiness
That you will soon become.
When you open your eyes the sun will shine on all.
When you close your eyes your sleep will blanket the world.
You will move as rain and ocean waves and sunbeams.
The dust of the earth will be mingled
With the breath that you give.
It will all be you and forever new
And you will know it
As the way that you always were.
Preparing garden
All must be in readiness
Winter snows come soon
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