Sunlight warms and showers cool
and new emotions make you a fool
When you are in love in Spring
is more than the birds that sing
Flowers blooming row after row
a sweet smile knocks you off your toes
To hear the laughter and see that face
nothing else could ever take their place
For love only desires the here and now
love always thinks that there is somehow
Day dreaming of that special one to be
at night dreams of love for your honey
Spring above all is for the young
life is new and love has you strung
Confused bewilder love is never fair
but stubborn romantic what do you care
Spring is here, Spring is new
Spring is first love what can you do
Pursue and pray and ask for a date
enjoy this Spring and always tempt fate
A ship requires a captain, and a rudder
uncharted seas - courage, and a shudder
Picking up speed, egos unchecked
tempt fate, shipwreck
Do you have poise and grace,
Joy and peace in any place?
Don't hold grudges but reconnect
Find home and family but refuse a "sect."
Idealist captures just a small piece
But love shares it and finds peace.
There's surprises and mysteries,
Also a Creator's plan like arteries,
Flowing, give it time, fix mistakes
Two in communion hope makes.
Willing to leave or to change,
Letting hearts rearrange,
Invest in the Future with me.
Have our initials on a tree!
Sort out the negatives carefully but quickly
Keeping the hard-earned profit really.
Yes, think it all over but obey the Spirit.
Do you have the grit?
Appreciate people; they're never disposable!
Of this are you capable?
Believe in what you do.
God's works are mysteries but Life for you!
All can work for your good; all's okay,
Giving time, if you may!
Never tempt fate
But treat me to a Date!
His spine curves right, then left
one shoulder lower than another
A hitch and a wobble in his gait
couple shots of whiskey tempt fate
A caddy, he calls himself a ‘pro jock’
follows the sun to work year-round
Wows the young jocks with mythical tales of the (PGA) tour
~ though his liver will rot before long, that’s for sure
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A 'caddy' carries a heavy bag (or two!) of golf
clubs (usually) on one shoulder, traversing a
golf course of four or more miles.
PGA = Professional Golfers Association
After the debate, Joe didn’t feel great
He realized he’d better not tempt fate
I quit the race, he said
Then he scratched his old head
Jill will replace me, she hardly can wait
June 27, 2024
We love all that death touches
And so maybe we love in halves
We give and yet hold back
Because when we hurt
We fear the ash, our fire might become
The air that will scatter it
The wind swallowing it, erasing it
When we smile, we do it slight
Let’s not tempt fate
Into making it harder
The past is buried, forgotten
Not forgiven
We muse and then carry guilt
Over dreams squashed by our tiny feet
No one pushed us to do
And so maybe we did it because of them
we hold our heart into cages
of glass and iron
we peep outside and wish for freedom
then close the doors
don’t look back
we act selfless to hide our desires
kill a little of ourselves
to make it look more polished
where others grin at mirrors,
we pick out flaws
we want to love all that death touches
but ourselves and our hearts.
courting danger and driven to foolish heights for some
genetics enable calculated risks
proving that dopamine minds
mostly roll the dice
why tempt fate
Freud’s finds
slips of the tongue misstatements reveal underlying
thoughts the unconscious has drives as do chipped disks
disciplined by providence
warns those to think twice
why tempt fate
surely
we’re aware that one thought linked strangely to another
a concatenation of circumstances
or cursed synthetic lifes bet
is doomed destiny
why tempt fate
if set
We love all that death touches
And so maybe we love in halves
We give and yet hold back
Because when we hurt
We fear the ash, our fire might become
The air that will scatter it
The wind swallowing it, erasing it
When we smile, we do it slight
Let’s not tempt fate
Into making it harder
The past is buried, forgotten
Not forgiven
We muse and then carry guilt
Over dreams squashed by our tiny feet
No one pushed us to do
And so maybe we did it because of them
we hold our heart into cages
of glass and iron
we peep outside and wish for freedom
then close the doors
don’t look back
we act selfless to hide our desires
kill a little of ourselves
to make it look more polished
where others grin at mirrors,
we pick out flaws
we want to love all that death touches
but ourselves and our hearts.
I glanced at her nails
saw fins and scales
Reached for her hair
Hmm. Nothing there
Took her right hand
felt just like sand
Looked at her face
Is she from outer space
Next time I'll not tempt fate
and agree to a blind date
I
In a land of crime, pets too are killed
A goose was struck by an upset Ouma
I saw it in a fenced yard, life bleeding ...
It came close to home, with Kuiken
II
Kuiken is Afrikaans for baby chicken
But my name for my pet is Kaalnek
Her variety, subspecies, unfeathered neck
She learned to sleep in trees, after month1
III
The next day, her freedom ended (by me)
Not cat food, victim of domesticated cats!
In her cage (hok) she recovers from a wound
That made me cringe: skin on head, out!
IV
No cat, dog, or combination got Kaalnek
She is with her half-brother now, 'locked'
Though more lives than cats, I dont exaggerate
But my hero and I will not tempt fate
Do not tempt death by opening its door, for in its time it will find you.
~ by poet
What lies behind that door?
Is it darkness or light?
A place filled with shadows
and silence, day and night?
With such a thought, fear grows.
What lies behind that door?
View of my future, or
memories from my past?
Curious to know, but
don't want to breathe my last.
What lies behind that door?
I grasp the bronze handle
my fingers start to shake.
If I should open it
would it be a mistake?
What lies behind that door?
It's quite a mystery,
said I, in whispered breath.
I won't tempt fate today,
being loath to face death.
April 7, 2022
Form M - Monchielle Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Theme: Death
Careful what you wish for
Wise advice wasted on fools.
I recognize the danger signs
Yet rush in most willingly.
If only I’d be satisfied
In this blissful state of longing.
What’s sweet far exceeds
The aftertaste of bittersweet.
So why tempt fate with games
And long to possess your heart.
It’s best not to seek fulfilment
I don’t know why, I can’t say why.
I wish I could just hover in eternity
Dangle in suspended animation.
Hovering midway between here and there
And not take for granted this state of bliss.
Be freed of longing, somehow and forever.
AP: 2nd place 2022
In the aftermath of battle,
One needs to find a place
Where one feels safe enough
To lay down one’s weapons
And let them tarnish and rust
And gather dust, at least until
The ink has dried on the treaty.
Then they must be cleaned
And sharpened and reinvented
And made ready for
The next ill-advised incursion
Into hostile territory.
This is essential.
Even the best troopers
Eventually get their fill of war.
Then they are of no use to anyone,
Not even themselves.
One can tempt fate,
But one can’t escape
The god of unintended consequence.
If power comes your way,
You can use it to dictate the state of play,
So, use it wisely every day.
You will have the power to delegate,
You will have the power to relegate,
You will have the power to dedicate,
As long as you concentrate.
You will have the power to renovate,
You will have the power to update,
You will have the power to Innovate,
As long as you don't hesitate.
You will have the the power to hate,
You have the power to be late,
You have the power to tempt fate,
Should you chose to activate.
If power comes your way,
Know that it will dissipate,
If you delegate,
To those who wish to speculate,
In order to accumulate.
Despite the cold and deadly winter
we stand beneath an old umbrella
outside the closed jeweler's shop
in a deserted ugly winding street.
I take off my gloves and hold your hand,
so cold, so loveless, so helpless.
Rub your elegant fingers,
blow so softly my hot breath
upon their frigid purple tips,
that they might catch the warmth
that I feel in my heart for you.
As sleet and rain devour the earth,
I look into your face
notice your quicksilver smile,
the twinkle in your greenish eye,
the misty flare from chiseled nostrils.
Slowly we retreat into the shop's recess
hug each other in tender bliss,
your cold slightly parted lips
meet mine in a lingering kiss,
we feel love's warmth
enfolding our souls and holding fast
we know we will not tempt fate
that up to now
had kept us cruelly apart.
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