A sketch of thoughts , a drawing mind
Sees beyond words , the heart's design
Someone i think , with intentions unclear
Misguiding my path , bringing forth fear
They say I'm too young to know the truth
But my heart beats strong with feelings anew
A friend so dear with words that align
Writing the same lines in a language unknown
Struggling to speak in tongues not his
Yet his heart speacks loud
He yearns to grow up and shed boyish ways
He want me to the the same
Yet I feel most me in my youthful skin
A boy at heart where I find my kin
In a dance of words and hearts that beat
We find our path , our own unique skill
Thought our words might align but our hearts may not
In this friendship we find our own
Those of a religious inclination
tell me that ‘this world’ is pure illusion
That ‘Truth’ resides in the Heavenly Station
though it is they who dwell deep in the grips of delusion
You see, Truth is based on individual perception
which differs from one wo/man to their fellow
Of this they seem to have zero conception
at least by the way they bellow –
that I deny the existence of objectivity
which, while true, is nothing new
Philosophers from time immemorial speak of subjectivity
If a tree falls in the forest and no one is there to hear it – on this they chew
Whew! Here I am in my advanced senility
reverting to long-ago ~ late-night discussions of youthful futility
Seventeen candles on her cake
the world awaits with all it offers
~ a bouquet of budding dreams
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Youthful Flowers
I followed a bouquet of dreams in my youth,
exuberantly naïve, assured, and coy.
I flirted with rage at the thought of failure
and turned one cheek to smile with the other,
skipping ahead without a care in the world,
as if immortal and the world were my oyster.
By the babbling brook under the dappled shade
of the grand old oaks, I immersed myself in books
and longed for a knight in shining armour to save me.
So, when the fog rolls over and the light of day is blurred,
remember those days of youth and how absurd you were
to squander away the years fantasizing about romantic love
when you could have been experiencing the pleasures
that life afforded instead of picking youthful flowers.
Young at heart…
Torn apart by the death cart…
Depart from me,
Ludicrous liberty
End me to begin you…
Mend me to forgive you…
Your sins are covered with mercy
From within, I heard from Your joyous glee
Compassionate is Your spirit to me, oh Lord of Accord
I’m aboard your ship of serenity
Free me for an eternity and beyond
I’m fond of our Bond of grace graciously
Red roses in hand,
A lad gives on his way—
First flower blooms bright.
I was seven, barefoot in the hallway,
nose pressed to the brass knob of the guest room—
she’d left the key out,
but I wanted to see through,
the way you want to see the belly of a piano,
strings naked, all hammer and throat.
The maid caught me,
her voice full of linen snaps and starch—
What are you doing, Miss?
I lied. Said I was looking for the cat.
There was no cat.
Only the shimmer of her hair under her cap,
and the broken goldfish bowl of my curiosity,
spilled on the carpet of my chest.
That night the sky turned dark like a locked door.
I thought about the keyhole,
how it had looked back at me.
How secrets sit still like fish
in the murk of people’s lives,
waiting for someone small and stupid
to come tap the glass.
And I,
with my hollow hands and soft mouth,
wanted only to know
what lived behind things.
i was too afraid to touch you—from fear I would burst into flames
Over 50% of high school marchers
cannot identify the 'river'
and think it's the 'Carribean Sea'
Why pay the kids to march, Mr. Soros
their meaningless chants bore us
Pay them instead to take geography classes
so they don't appear be such dumb asses
Roof top summer time
The excellently exceptional
Mischief mallee throwing ice from
Hallway windows at passers-by
Sunshine all the time sun gaze
Am I blind? Summer CRAZE!!
Hey! Whatever daze. Cops came
Kept the sweat on! Just Youthful
Phase HAZEY HAZIER HAZIEST
HAZE!! Summer hot simmering
Sultry sustaining with what we
Were one under the sun fun funnier
Funniest Deli meat DONE!! THOSE
DAZE! The hot heavy heat has won
This day we're done done done!
HEY! Whatever daze!! Whatever DAZE!!
Yesterday when I was in youthful prime
Questioning nothing the whole world was mine
Without fear, I met each and every day
Wish it were possible to stay that way.
Decades have sped by and now in old age
Memories abound with me they engage
As my eyesight grows dim recall is bright
Love burns with passion it did not take flight.
Alone but not lonely each day must face
Youthful echoes I willingly embrace
Each hour my mind wanders to far-off years
I smile remembering no time for tears.
The light of joyful youth that shown,
Oh! Days of youth!
Where have you flown?!
A light that lit my heart ablaze,
Youthful joys of younger days!
What light was that? Upon that face?
In that, another time and place?
Oh time, what sore catastrophe,
Like clouds of gloom descend on me?
But what my eyes beheld, then caught...
A Youthful glow: a snapshot brought,
My older days, such memory.
My world was young, hopeful and free.
Shine on hope, like days of old,
Within my heart, again behold.
Relish all those youthful years,
Innocence of spirit and mind.
Untarnished by forgotten tears,
Discarded and left behind.
Seek out all those moments fair,
Place them all on hallowed ground.
Nurture all with tender care,
Then sprinkle them all around.
Be careful of the path you choose,
And beware of that twisted road.
One direction and you'll lose,
The other dons a lightened load.
Wisdom comes from tested time,
But hindsight's twenty-twenty.
Learn before your numbers climb,
And reap a life of plenty.
As time flies to the end of a man's days, he tries to go back to his younger self and cherish his youthful memories, wishing he could turn back the hands of time.
January 19, 2023
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Fading weaking health and wellness
an old man's youthful body full of vigor it dreams.
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