I hear that he was very talented
At the Elite schools he attended
With flying colors his exams he passed
His parents expectations he surpassed
And a new record in his school he kept
His future looked very bright
Which was only right
Afterall, is it not right for the bright?
That their future be bright?
And that is the expectation, right?
However, it was not to be so
And with a heavy sigh they all wonder
How life could change so much so,
And in a horrified fascination they ponder
How it could have happened so.
For the bright was no longer
As the light grew dimmer and fainter
The parents held hope no longer
As with heavy hearts
Their dreams from them escaped
For their son was no more
Torn from their grasp mercilessly
A young bud recklessly destroyed
Its life carelessly tossed away
As dust in the wind.
I feel fragile as a candle,
Which I find hard to handle.
Like a clock that no longer ticks
Or glue that doesn't stick
Once lit, a candle burns,
Getting smaller every day
The slightest puff of wind
Can blow its light away
We all have our weaknesses,
Especially as we age
Fragility and meekness
Are often displayed,
I am not comfortable with this,
I just wanted someone to know,
Like that fragile candle
I have lost my glow
You have just blown your last candle out
It does no good to scream and shout.
Even if you try to lie low,
When you gotta go, you gotta go.
The time has come for you to find out,
Who possesses all the clout.
faith(less), a coronavirus poem
by michael r. burch
those who believed
and Those who misled
lie together at last
in the same narrow bed
and if god loved Them more
for Their strange lack of doubt,
he kept it well hidden
till he snuffed Them out.
Keywords/Tags: god, love, faith, belief, evolution, coronavirus, plague, disease, illness, death, snuffed out, bible, Christian, Christianity, salvation, grave, crypt, cryptic
‘Please write on me’,
She implored
He had been lured
By her charms
And the writings
Had come out
A deluge
Nary a day
She would go away
From his works
Though the embers
Still lurk
And refuse to die
The ink
Has gone dry
Those quarrels
Those entreaties
Those fights
Those make-ups
And then
Those flights of fancy
Those compositions
With hidden meanings
Which no one could see
Now all seems
A distant past
The relationship
Fast forwarded
Consummated
Reaching conclusion
Destination arrived
The physical
Triumphing over emotional
The ‘too much, too soon’
Love phenomenon
Of today
Once more snuffing out
The quiet mystery of
Slow romance
You put a jar over the flame,
Snuff me out before I have the chance
To burn. How could you--
Leave me alone in here?
My strength, like the wax,
Can dripdripdrip for so long until
I end up a pool of goo.
My patience, the wick,
isrunningshort.
You encompass me with those jack-
O-lantern eyes, bind me
With that W-ed grimace that
You can pass off as a smile.
And when I guide you
Up the path, you'd much rather
Take the shadow, so that
The cobwebs, and the
Pinpricks, and my
Scabby knees don't matter
While you are moths,
Swarming round the blue light--
It's the most comfortable
Death by far;
Because so long as your capacity
Refuses to ensnare me, it
Doesn't have to be your fault.
(I am flaring, fighting long, satin shadows
That weave their way over
My poems.)
I beat against the panes (You
have to admit, your rapport
is just transparent),
But there's no getting through.
It doesn't matter;
I could blow myself out,
And all it would do
Is give you an excuse
To buy a better light.
When the little fire of life in me snuffed off
This poem will be complete
I came across you
as I stumbled through
a darkened alley
shadows of the makeshift fire
shed light on your face
I wasn't sure if you were smiling or just
trying to unnerve me
after all it was late and I was alone
there I stood almost like I was glued to the spot
reluctant to move
just in case the shadow of you disappear
so I held my pose
waiting on you to make the first move
you never did,
the fire finally snuffed out
as it started to rain..
You never said a word,
just took off your jacket and covered me with it
there I stood as you turned around
and walked away
*inspired by the rainy weather in Cape Town*
©150720122100
Bad light stops play
The muscians retire
Note: Haydn's Farewell Symphony