So Then:
Now That I've Lived It,
You Know, Consciously...
Of Course! You Have
No Way Of Knowing
What's Going On,
Perfectly, Because You
Can't; No Exploration
Is Meant To End!
Divinely. SO MUCH NOISE!
Of Course You
Can't Hear Me,
All That Well.
***
Not Guilty.
-Gray Squirrel
12-15-2025
‘Hold on’
‘To what?’
‘Your horses’
‘What horses?’
‘Don’t get technical’
‘Who’s getting technical?’
‘You are, friend’
‘Who you calling friend?’
‘Can I ask YOU a question?’
‘You just did…’
Chamber music plays soft
from the far side of the room;
Candles flicker gently
to the beat of the band's tune.
Lovers in the corner
talk of rising for a dance;
They don't want to be seen
but they might just take a chance.
The bartender serves drinks
to men that sit at the bar,
He's not asked for their names
for he don't care who they are.
As long as they will pay
he will serve them all night long,
He knows when the time comes
they'll go home where they belong.
There are empty tables
held for those that did not show;
This will hurt the profits,
but they don't care and won't know.
Sometimes they're short on rent,
sometimes orders aren't complete;
Yet it's just like others
that work hard along this street.
Might not be too long now
before this place shuts the door;
"Business closed" could go up
while the dust gathers on the floor.
Bartenders will find work
on the other side of town;
As for all the drinkers,
another place will be found.
We are the people that know too much
That's why they must be rid of us.
We're easy to see from their perch on high
To lie and scheme before our eyes.
They admonish our actions as racist and bigot
And we're labeled extreme as if we're from Piggott.
They control what we say with their " Ministry of Truth",
They control what our children adore.
But in the end they will find,
their lust is blind
and be devoured by the things they abhore.
So it goes
Easy to pen poetry in the light of day
much more for the eye to see
washed away her shadow of night
anyway,
yeah..,
try and explain it to my heart
that longs for you..
wills it to..
go dark.
Easy to land long strokes
smooth movement in pen's pace
knows it's almost time
to trace fine lines of a face
I have to hold it in
still too bright,
stretch my neck
feelin onset
of your twilight..
So easy writing by candle's glow
from one who knows
how to separate
thorn from rose.
So it goes
Had a horse once.
Not anymore.
Car's faster.
Sailed across the sea.
Not anymore.
Airplane's quicker.
Typed on an old upright.
Not anymore.
Computer's friendlier.
Wrote people letters.
Not anymore.
Email's speedier.
Commuted two hours to work.
Not anymore.
Get more work done telecommuting.
And so it goes...
Still use a manual can opener
Never bought an electric one.
What difference would it make?
Still use a hand lawnmower.
Never tried an electric model.
My lawn's still green in August.
Still call friends on the phone.
Never find 'em on Facebook.
Still have real friends.
Still look at old wedding albums.
Don't store 'em in the Cloud.
Albums never get hacked.
Still make my own appointments.
Not Alexa.
I stay connected.
And so it goes...
So it happens
So it goes
Walking down
All these
Different roads
And so it goes
Life moves on.....
The shadows dissipate into the cool air.....
How they struggled to steal my Breath.....
The Power of Love has replaced their presence......
With Grace this Heart Shines.....
This Journey into the Heavens....
I could Not have made Alone....
Many have held me Dear....
Consoled my Tear....
Their Gentle Care..Is Now Mine to Share...
And So It Goes.........
SO IT GOES
We've heard that so it goes, and all is vain
that everything just happens come what may,
that nothing's worth the time, or all the pain
and everything just passes, anyway;
if so it goes, and we have no control
and evil's just a thing that comes along
then what's the use in setting any goal
or teaching good and bad, or right and wrong?
What is the use if there is nothing more
than what we have right now, and here at hand
what good is there in ever planning for
a better way than one already planned?
How sad to think a generation knows
no more than all is now, and so it goes.
© ron wilson arbuthnot aka
Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
So it goes
I once read
One day you live
The next your dead
Tomorrow comes
Today is gone
Night time parts
More evils spawn
I see you there
You wicked lie
It is not now
That you will die
But soon in time
Will be the day
That You Will part
And go away
And so it goes on. The tinted sky flies so fast.
Birds screeching on Dovers hill while sheep
pacifistically graze. The lime green leaves
shimmer and wave in a sudden breath of wind.
In the lee of the valley small bodies with
elongated shadows meander through
the surf of long grass. The return of the
swallows zip-wiring across endless sky
signifies that life continues.
The limes, blues and greens pirouette
and dance, blurring into a red sun.
© 27/5/2014
SO IT GOES
We've heard that so it goes, and all is vain
that everything just happens come what may.
Is nothing worth the time, or all the pain
and everything just passes, anyway?
If so it goes, and we have no control
and evil's just a thing that comes along,
then what's the use in setting any goal
or teaching good and bad, or right and wrong?
What is the use if there is nothing more
than what we have right now, and here at hand
what good is there in ever planning for
a better way than one already planned?
How sad to think a generation knows
no more than all is now, and so it goes.
© ron wilson
And so it goes,
you live in your world,
I live in mine.
And without the grace of God
we may never be close again,
never be “together” again.
After many more weeks I may be able
to sleep and dream once more
without seeing your faces.
For time is healing this hurt
slowly, so slowly
that it may take a lifetime.
A lifetime I’d rather spend
having special people like you
to hold, to love.
But we’re seldom given what we want,
you and I,
nevertheless, I will always try to be your friend.
No matter what it costs me
my caring will continue.
And so it goes…
9/15/87
Easy to say that she
just walked away
His pride after all
he must always stand tall
No matter the cost
just her love he has lost
He could never compete
with her lifestyle elite
As she feared from the start
he would just break her heart
He became jealous and sad
over things that she had
She tried to include him
Her love passed right through him
His words lost all meaning
and hers she was screening
Two different worlds colliding as one
All ragged and jagged until there was none
The saddest part at this journeys end
Is losing your love and in turn my best friend...
Wind howls.
Gulls cry.
Tides turn.
Seas sigh.
The moon pulls.
Light tricks.
You go.
The clock ticks.
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