My play’s last scene when comes to end, when ends
My pilgrimage, its last laborious mile,
It’s time to call the curtain in a while,
Time ‘tis to say goodbye to my dear friends…
And to show up oh for the Judgment Day,
My flesh unto atoms ready to merge,
Whilst all but subtle vestiges I purge,
My sins and saner deeds when say their say—
If I deserve a term or not in hell,
Or should suffer the test of a devil's,
And cleansed I get of my sinful evils,
Pray, spare me, howso short, from heaven's spell,
For, I'd love to return to Mother Earth
To try, strive once more for my tiny worth.
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Sonnet |19.11.2008, revised March 2025| earth, journey, prayer
We wait in vain for "Godot"
we groan in pain for solace,
in hope that someday, they'll ease our pain,
When fools are in Power,
They cast the weight of pain upon our brow,
and make us wish they never ruled.
when fools are in power,
regret, remorse becomes our songs,
and like slaves we labor under a burden.
When fools are in power,
The old and young feels the burden
they know not how to ease our burden.
when fools are in Power
Migration becomes the option,
we need a place away from from fools.
when fools are in Power,
survival twice difficult
the Youths escapes to saner climes.
Being bigger, better, faster, stronger
These modern times, a far cry from
Being saner, kinder, gentler, wiser,
Are a cancerous race to satisfy the insatiable.
With our advance into abundance
We have lost touch
With the old world
Of tradition, balance, moderation, restraint.
Instead we now have all that we dream,
Each of us a Midas
Able to grasp
If not ever hold.
Able to spoil and pervert
All that we touch, taste, and feel
The everyday and mundane
With the rare and exceptional.
Now we each deserve it all
To have our cake and eat it too
With all the lust and greed, envy and resentment
That comes with limitless expectation.
No longer tempered in desire
By limits
Self or other imposed
We grasp for the highest fruit.
Confident as in a dream
We will fly
When we lose our grip
And fall.
(11/23/23)
Adolf Hitler was the most evil of men
As evil as a human could be
Should've been hung by his you know whats
Before his killing spree
They say he was actually a human being
I certainly have my doubts
Wreaking havoc on a whole race of people
What was all that about
Perhaps he was the devil reincarnated
Or maybe Genghis Khan
Shouldn't make light of his murderous exploits
Purely just an evil man
Can't imagine it will ever happen again
The world's a lot saner now
Ya right! Guess I'm sounding a bit delusional
A lunatic out on the prowl
Oooooooh bagels and bread by golly
Rumors and ramekins, fools folly
This attitude aggregious
But a knick knack fecicious
Hold a tick, did you say napkins?
Not for glass jars and captains
A twist off jammed and stuck in a rut
Threads on a screw doing all the scut
A nail has it easy
All smooth and goes in easy
But time and hammer gave a chance
As long as it was done in baggy pants
So a squid with a quiver
Full of arrows did deliver
Down the narrows did they float
But on a paddle not a boat
So he ate his breakfast fast
And wiped the ink off from a blast
Broke open the container
It's no crazier than saner
Built the shelter speedily
With headphones on greedily
Balanced atop a wooden oar
A raft, no no, just such a bore
Not very analytical
But we won't become political
Since it was a higher ranking tenticle
Who made the inky wooden popsicle
A little poem nonsensical
Where sense is reprehensible
"I'm good at thinking outside the box, so much that you begin to realize it's not a box at all" Will.I.Am
circle back, low hanging fruit
leverage this new route
bottom line touch base, pivot
quick win feel your spirit
boil the ocean you rockstar,
empower all your dreams
drill down in the weeds shots are
fired top of mind believe
stay with me on the same page
put a pin in it gauge
that you are a game changer
move the needle saner
your best in class gameplan
is the bang for your buck,
just jump ship from the wasteland
think outside the box good luck
01/24/2022
An enigmatic and ludicrous wave.
Despite the seemingly endless love.
I am a soul weeping on the moon.
Place a step on the clouds strewn.
A mystery and a horrific dream
I am a random person on this beam.
Lonesome was lost behind the cloud.
Do my early days seem to be cold?
I'm sure the vision was extreme.
For an absurd and arising scheme
For things that have also existed,
that I never fancy being revealed.
I could have skipped any positive.
While holding one's eyes evocative.
No one on Earth shall inherit Holiness.
The impact of that sight on goodness.
As if sin was a key to his death.
Then there's the positive myth.
Create a seaside grave for me.
Maybe the waves cry out my spree.
Oh, those lovely springtimes.
Boyhood ceases, and sprains form.
And the process of glow has gone.
And all my enjoyment has fallen.
And a saner day went by our minds.
It's useless to me if it is time to discuss.
With emotions I cherished at the time.
I highly cherish my grapevine.
Written: 04/01/2021
Writing Prompt - Cherish
Sponsred by Constance La France
Silence
Sometimes, on rare occasions, mere words just seem to fail me
And these are often times when I encounter gross stupidity
At times like these I find that speaking is just of no avail
And so I stare into the faces of those characters who fail
To impress me with opinions or their silly rants and raves
And find that silence is the best reply to all those noisy knaves
My not-so-secret weapon consists of just an icy stare
No words are needed to convey the fact that I can’t bear
To hear the trash that’s spoken or their wild hypotheses
It’s enough to bring a saner man to his intellectual knees
So now I simply stare at them until their gaze is broken
For my silence tells them what I think and I haven’t even spoken!
We have scarce put our lips
to a drink of sparkle,
through years of wishes that
fizzed, only to fizzle.
No cork missile has exclaimed
into our ceiling’s muted white,
trailing bottled-up yearnings
a triumph has given flight.
Rarely has a foam-clad genie
danced high with a splash of hair,
sprung by a sudden silver lining
from her golden-necked lair.
But why should we not toast
so many years of quiet bliss,
anoint so much unsung labor
with the frisky nectar’s kiss?
Why should our small victories
not be awash in shiny amber,
when we’ve held fast to purpose
against darkest days’ temper?
Why, my dear, do we mourn
lost plots of grander scope,
but not raise high the twinkles
to the courage of saner hope?
Before this life we’ve shared
joins yesterday’s relics,
let’s drink till we’re tipsy to
our ordinary heroics.
There lived an old man in rags
who spoke words of wisdom in bags
Although he was called mad
He wasn't mad indeed
He was saner r from others by yards
It seems to happen frequently
At least in this millennium
All the freedoms we enjoy
We now must keep to minimum
They say we must can cel our plans
And figure out why tissue
Has disappeared from grocer's shelves
When toilets aren't the issue
Was it a snake that put me in
This frantic need to sanitize
Or could a bat have sneaked one by
And caused this world to agonize?
I'd hardly think a wayward germ
Is gonna take my lungs out
But lis'ning to the MSM
My saner side will then doubt
Following the movie stars
In self-imposed restrictions
I'll give in to sequestering
And snub the contradictions
So now I wait to see what the
Stock market guys will guess at
And what my local diplomates
Will emphasize and stress that
Contamination headlines streak
Across the news like comets
I could not close this timely rhyme
Ignoring words like vomit.
QUASIMODO
Quasi modo geniti infantes,*
“Why was I not made of stone like thee,”
Up-far-up, he hugs the cold cathedral gargoyle.
Are there tears when they beat his humpback?
Do we care? Do we?
Sophistical** sophistication of the mob
both skint and silk-stocking.
Ill will surrounds the beauty and the beast, both misunderstood.
Mood of shadows, felicitous and suffering bells,
Orgasmic Frollo circling Esmeralda, blaming her for his
Depravity. “Sanctuary, Sanctuary,” the cry of the bell tower’s madman,
Oh but much saner than the world that the Lord looks upon.
7/18/2019
*Like a newborn
**Plausible but based upon deception
Is the world mad
Or simply just gone bad.
Is this all new
Or sadly deja-vu?
Are we for real
When young lives we callously do steal;
What is the gain
With so much suffering and pain.
Does power and might
Make all things tolerable and right;
Are we so deafened to the propaganda of our day,
That we don’t search for a better, saner way.
Do we not see that peace will clearly never last,
Unless we hear the wailing echoes from our past
From those young men who fell in droves before,
So that we living would heed their voice once more.
Inside a bar in my town
I drown brown sorrows, swilling beer after beer
Feeling tall in my gaunt gown as I play the clown
Wishing I could wipe away her memory into a low gear
Which in my Corolla I engage
Thoughts tumbling, feelings grumbling
As mind and conscience I enrage
Fumbling, crumbling, gambling
Until eyes get bloodshot
Mind goes bleary
Brain overheats so hot
I get weary and teary
But what the heck! What to me’s a little peck
To shout consciousness back into business
No hard feelings at all for the neck
That cranes and deigns to break
The cycle of reveries I indulge
Imagining I’d washed away the wreck
Thriving on the madness I encourage
Drinking my life silly
Driving my happiness away
Praying I’d longer remain the hillbilly
Held in a straitjacket bay
Which in my saner moments can’t countenance
Unless up around the bend I conspire to expire
Condoning and contemplating selfies without substance
As in my throat roar and soar eddies of mounting ire.
Oh, I can dream of you and toss and toss in my bed
And snap your crazy feelings with dizzying eagerness
And pump my ventricles for you in crimson red
Leaving me in a state of thorough helplessness
I wonder why I love you like mad
Why I love you like crazy and fall for you like this
Despite pulsating palpitations that make me glad
Wishing your red lips I could forever kiss
And never let you go
Much as reason enjoins me from you to run away
Far away to escape the love magnet I can’t forgo
But I kneel down and decide I should stay
Despite pangs of longing my heart feels
Demanding too much, exacting too high a price
As my heart in saner moments in confusion reels
Wishing for a second to enjoy a peace of mind slice
But your hold on me grows stronger and stronger
The more your magnet draws me closer and closer
Sweeping me off my feet longer and longer
Wondering if I can again afford to be a chooser
When in all probability I’m bereft of room to maneuver
Squeezed tighter and tighter
Till my love can only quiver and shiver
As prospects for our reunion grow brighter and brighter.
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