“ A State ” ~ of coulda, woulda, shoulda ~

 

One ought want find

Avoid the pall,

Of a state inclined

To suffer stall,

Abiding coulda

To survive,

A mental bent

Of less than wild,

Thru vacillating

In woulda tried,

Instead of plunging  

Both feet in the tide,

Though ne’er but clear

One shoulda chose the ride,

Save to discover the other side

Of procrastinator’s thin abide,

To suffer coulda, woulda, shoulda,

And thus forgoing the worth while!

 

“ Looking ” ~ for quiescent fit ~

 

Here I sit

Musing still,

In a place

That resembles

A dark pit,

Inside my mind

A state of unlit,

Wants thought denied

If only for a bit…

 

Oh what a rest

This would be,

If I should find

Bide in quiescent fit!

                                              ode to a friend in need of time  

 

 

“ Ricochet ” ~ impacting life ~

 

Feels but a ricochet

Hurdling every way,

Bounced around

With growing rancour

Obliquely rebound,

Made seek proper anchor

Wants hold ones ground,

While life impacts

Man’s reckless measures,

Of greedy need for more

Wouldst force impose,

The unsuspecting

A said like thralldom,

By designated elects

Who falsely contrive,

They’ve ruling rights,

On we, their gullible advocates!

 

“ In the Lurch ” ~ sitting on a perch ~

 

They’ve left us

In the lurch,

Utterly indifferent

Sitting on a perch,

Lost and unaware

We who were alert,

Once of human trait

Fashioned so to care,

Said analogous of  gait

To beings in despair,

On this planet Earth,

When man paid a visit

And bled it dry of worth,

Thus we birds at bay

Worn and sadly mad

Shan’t try fly the way,

Of a once fertile play

Likened to spent search,

Waiting to be plucked

Forlorn in the lurch,

Stand we be viewed berks

To hold sanity in wait,

While sitting on a perch!

                                                        a consequence of indifference