For my family members
Holidays over
It's back to work
Duties, tasks, orders no more to shirk
As for me, I reckon
More retirement beckons
Yawns, naps, googling away
~ Wasting every precious day
In her words I find ore
Of grace through which I shore
And as the mix is deep, it gives ores
On which we ride our desire as horse
To make deposit bless her fish's roe
Making me feel better being her only hero
And as well; my heart: forever hers
Leaving no chance in gap per luck to others
Peeping at my heart afar through my hose
Unknown to them who I've planned to give rose
Whom shall make onlookers watch like foes
When at the end my world owned all to her
Reading her eyes to light moments so blur
After the night is free of the morning sore
And every flaw we permanently restore
Then, no one would ask-- "who is she?"
Each will shut h/her lips for no one will say sh!
The one who has always be in my own shoe
Of a truth without explanation shall definitely be shew.
I got to roll up my sleeves
And go to work
Even though at times I simply don’t want to
There is no choice
Says a voice
I got to do what I got to do
For work pays bills and keeps you alive
I have rolled up my sleeves
And got to work
I am staring a new life
On a strong note
Work keeps me alive
There is nothing else to be more precise
ROLL UP
I can’t go down
In time replenish
Seek refill the void
A vacuum in existence
Bungling energies crumble
Like a young seedling break
I can’t pay
That in introspects adventure relish
Of time it could have been
It won’t be any nostalgia, perhaps
I will not take that road
destined to the midst nay
Since an impossible route it is
I will embark embrace
Anticipated ventures draw
Inventions of a raw heart cherish
The past though scented
Will be a tool pronounce renounce
Till it is not a mirage any more
The contest came on yesterday
to roll your rim again.
The time going into rolling them
from here to there and then.
To win a prize for certainty.
The odds at six to one.
Just knowing that I'm drinking all
to up until there's none.
The winners often coming back
to get their fill of food.
The likely prize for everyone
especially if it's brewed.
And still I go on rolling them
with prizes on my mind.
Enjoying every coffee made
that each cup has to grind.
The artist-poet
lives out loud
with words and pictures
that attract a crowd
after Zola's dictum
see the first of my ekphrasis/art series
www.vermeersgirls.blogspot.com
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