that dime that our life can turn upon
what was wanted, been attained, then gone
to pick from our ground, a penny of thought
of that bill-of-goods we sold and bought
yet i don't give quarter or take a bit
life's bill-of-fare, a fair tendered chit
was well worth the price paid for the meal
repast appetizing, an apperceive of appeal
even the plug nickels, so changeably fickle
add spendable cash, little by little
jangling softly in cottoned pocket of view
many possible paths in the future to pursue
now i coin a phrase, of my future's purloin
saving, always saving my hard-earned coin
that these timely baubles, carried all my life
would fill these longings 'til last contrived
steal a way, deal away, life is too short to say
all i'd ever need, any life's part to portray
scene of some endings, some sense of complete
with a discrete life lived, ample and sweet
change is, in fact, what life's all about
our metamorphosis occurs day in, day out
only left, if we're lucky, with our memories
of life's experience and all its vagaries
© Goode Guy 2012-02-19
Categories:
spendable, inspirational, introspection, life, life,
Form: Quatrain
Ancient science launches research towards new technology
Learning new disciplines to increase the power of their patron
Creating new magics; generating spendable gold from lead
Hinting at greater knowledge hidden in the realms of men
Evolving sciences increase the expertise of kingdom soldiers
Machines, potions and tactics to defeat enemies of the king
Yesterday's mysteries leading the world toward today's reality
Categories:
spendable, education, history, imagination, inspirational,
Form: Acrostic
I believe in the idea of which I'm a part:
A sacrosanct speck in a magnificent Whole!
Not a despicable fiend, a spendable soul,
dumped into this world without a guiding chart.
Because, without me there would be no mind !
No thinking matter capable of my feat !
It will be a world of wood and instinctual meat,
a wretched old planet, mute and blind.
So, go ahead my friend and look for the seat
of the dark prince who ruled the past ;
you'll find the place empty: the man just quit !
Can't you sense in you your highest kind ?
The peak where all mountain came to a blast
that gave birth to a miracle: the human mind !
Categories:
spendable, philosophy, world,
Form: Sonnet