Short Mayhap Poems

love is the source of intercourse,
between some mayhap, half relations,
word of mouth does perchance force,
wells break of direst fine stagnation:)
Don Johnson...

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Sleepless and cursing the powers that be,
Tossing and turning in wee hours, me.
But what's the use in trying to fight it?
One might as well be trying to write it.
Mayhap morning Muses will oversee....

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No, that is not a virus
That is the crow or hawk
Sky diving for pure joy
Or perhaps a delightful morsel,
Yes, mayhap truly a hunger
Came over this swift bird
Dropping from airy heights
In a gambit for renewed life!...

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Mistaken for a butterfly,
Perhaps a humming-bird;
Seen from the corner of an eye,
When a tiny buzz is heard.
Only the young or young at heart, 
Will be quick enough to see
The little fairy dip and dart,
Unrevealed to you and me.
But mayhap when she takes a rest
And pauses on a leaf.
The aged eye will chance to spy
This sight beyond belief....

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Oh death
Would you but smile
Allow us but a peek
Beneath your mask
Point not your bony finger
Mayhap call us with a psst
Come hither

Oh death
Thou art but harbinger
Of time's reluctance
Sad intro 
To a failure's final act
No bows
No curtain call

Oh death
Do take the stage
Dark star of time's
Long running
One act play

John G. Lawless...

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For what is life
Or its hidden meaning for this breath begotten
Or is this chasing of wind a seasonal madness
Life to celebrate as day,
For as with day and night
In this life death comes forth and death comes last
 
Only in dawn lies all hope, when all is thought lost
That mayhap we saw clear in darkness and thought it day
But true light lies at the end of our lives....

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She walks alone, the twilight hours
when earth and sky are one,
between the headstones and the flowers,
hid from the dreaded sun.

Naught bestirs, no sound disturbs
nor yet a shadow falls,
before this maid, with soundless words,
her one true lover calls.

But he has fallen long ago
in bygone fields of war,
a hundred years she’s trod this path,
mayhap, a hundred more....

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Spend some time alone in introspection
Weigh yourself against the status quo
Suddenly you’ll realize on reflection
Every body’s going with the flow
To stand alone while others hurry faster
Requires a steady lean against the  rush
And like a rock within a stream of falling
The shelter you provide will be a rill
A place for life to feed and spawn or rest
A haven for the sands of time to fill
Mayhap a seed will tree to hold a nest...

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Upon arrival Forest Antler Ghost of the Oaks shook the leaves
She tweaked some of the mosses, so they were a bit springier
She gave love to the woodland violets and mushrooms
The north wind and the oaks always sensed her arrival.
They spruced themselves up a bit; the faeries were unsure
They felt something but were not able to fully see her.
The elves brownies and forest imps figured it out first,
mayhap due to their close affinity with woods....

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Mayhap you are confused,
Or am I the one perplexed?
Have I not already refused
by your words, to be vexed?

You speak in riddles to me,
but now I'll gladly confess,
your "goodbye" set me free.
"Just let your word yes mean yes,

your no, no, for what goes beyond
these is from the Wicked one."*
Your coat already has been donned,
so leave. Your time with me is done.

If you cannot mean what you say,
just turn around and walk away.

*Matthew 5:37...

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Allow me talk to you,
Whilst you're still alive,

Tomorrow is not certain,
Mayhap I will be gone,

Why should I wait your demise,
When I'll masquerade yours,

Allow me talk about you,
When you still have the ears,

Life is a moving cloud,
With no specific direction,

Allow me bequeath to you, 
While you have the qualification,

Allow me exalt you,
Acquaintance is transient,

Let me give you a bouquet,
When the roses are fresh,

@Tha Formidable Cheru.
#themonk....

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