Short Alternately Poems
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wrapped in summer's
aura of haze
an almost full moon
alternately
bursts forth and withdraws
withdraws and springs forth
plays 'peek-a-boo'
with this nyctophiliac
Alternately marveling
and weeping
at what’s occurred
in my country
An assassin’s bullet
now a bloodless coup
in a span of eight days
~ a convention too
When a volcano erupts, it can blow your mind
The most spectacular event but scary most find
Living's our top priority
Have it on good authority
Alternately, breathing shallow is also quite fine
Judging our tensile strength
As she furiously reams
Nibbling away at our armor
Undeterred by wishes or dreams
Alternately pushing and pulling
Rending our world with her blast
Yanking us apart at the seams
Nothing really ends alternately,
reversing the life story endlessly.
Dressing own life with a passionate dream,
comes the selfishness reincarnated as a being.
The dramatic flows comes to an end,
gap between them is so wide to paint.
remembering the story is so much to take,
forsaking the past as their story becomes a fake.
daughter, Emily says
"pa,
grape
peach
strawberry
Take and eat it with ma
doesn't taste good"
listening to our conversation
my grandson Daniel
He looks at us alternately and shakes his head
As Emily meets son Daniel
she asks
"Are you going to eat strawberries?"
Then eyes twinkle
Daniel says
"huh"
Then my daughter Emily told me
"Daddy, leave the strawberries here".
The routes we choose are choices.
The paths that take us to our destiny.
To save our life, we must make intelligent decisions.
on the choices we ultimately make.
We can decide to be courageous and resilient,
Or just go along for the ride.
We have the option to be kind and sincere.
Or you could be truthful and act selfishly.
We can decide to learn and be sage,
Alternately, go the stupid route and unlearn
I woke up from a dream
Of silliness I can't remember,
Though I am sure you were in it.
You are always there on the edge
Of my unconscience wandering
On the map to I don't know where.
Some say dreams are an alternate world
As real as the one in which I breath,
And in which, perhaps, you alternately exist.
Do you dream of me?
Find me and flood me with your silliness,
So in this world of joyless reality
I might laugh again.