Short Set About Poems
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If every day
you set about
to dig a little trench,
and though the end
is far away,
you carve another inch,
and all the while,
enjoy the craft,
admire the progress made,
that length of trench
will melt away:
persistent toil, well paid.
When hopes begin to crumble,
it's high time to be humble.
This virus, Mr. President, now directs your fate.
Recognize this simple truth before it is too late,
and should it grant you vigor to complete whatever task,
before you set about it, please, please, put on a mask.
I HAVE MY REASONS
You’ve given me six lines, no more,
To list the things I love you for.
It’s not much time, you must agree,
To tell you what you mean to me.
And so, I’d better set about the task
Er … sorry dear, what did you ask?
9th November 2021
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Several times I heard her knocking,
A noise I first found very shocking
Still it lingered,
‘Til I fingered
Her coral broach around my neck,
Thought I would be a total wreck
It gave me solace,
A renewed promise
When I set about making rhymes
I knew she was very near these times,
And seeking my loving attention
This I must not fail to mention.
written October 8, 2021
From the morning twilight,
the sun rises too highlight,
a beginning of earthly birthright,
and set about the day,
The light, shining firsthand,
shimmers across the land,
as night feels its strife,
light's behemence to life.
The morning dew,
who once condensed,
decamps into air,
as incalescense prospers.
A light breeze jostles,
a branch in season dormant,
life passionately waiting,
this cold season's debarment.
I climb aboard the plane, to go,
To my next lesson in life, to grow.
I leave behind all I love,
To learn more lessons from up above.
I set about to learn much more,
Putting myself out to a far new shore.
To grow as a person, in spirit and mind.
My staircase to heaven I start to climb.
For when my spirit's lessons, I have none,
When my purpose in life, on earth is done.
I'll walk proudly, head up high,
To my destiny in the sky.
Form:
To climb Jacob’s ladder
became an ambition
of the earth entity
non-existent.
The object
assuming an ego
took itself to be real
and so set about it’s task.
Following holy scriptures
kneeling before idols
brought no solace
to its heart.
Exhausted
and in despair
surrendering doership
its pure heart invoked bliss.
Identity itself the blockage
a veil which when fell
revealed the light
of true Self.
The early autumn breeze carries with it the first hints of coolness of the coming winter
The green of the summer seems to change overnight to fiery reds, oranges and yellows as the beauty of the Father's creation inspires artists of all ages to set about making their own creations
The leaves begin falling from their lofty heights and gently flutter to the ground as the smell of baked goods, spicey gumbo and pumpkin spiced lattes fill the air with their goodness
mkt
2021
While bereft of funds I set about
to woo a lass. I had no doubt,
possessed of charm, I could succeed;
kind words and flowers what I'd need.
She's fair of face and warm hearted,
or so it seemed until I'd started
to ply with words and selected posies.
Her interest? Feigned. 'Twas never rosy.
As i soon learned I had mis-thought
inamorata mine. Perhaps she ought
to look behind the cost of gift.
What value could those ardor bereft
e'er place on words, on those who craft?