The simple life
Be thus my plea
Of all that leads
To keep me free,
Of endless strife,
Hence too spared
Of empty words
That I be freed
From covetous rule
Peopled by fools,
And ne’er be fixed
To sanguine creeds,
Like verbose drool
On unwary seeds,
Who feed their guile
Until made blind
By oracles that bind,
Would that their world
Be judged freedom
Far from the simple life,
Wants but be free!
Ever gently
Reaching to soothe,
The pain’s excess,
Eager her touch
Allays his agony,
To so delay
A waning breath,
That will not stay
Life’s cruel erosion,
Beyond the day,
While once more
Yet grasp he may,
Beyond fate’s reach,
‘Tis far too close
To death’s approach,
For destiny’s concede
Of one more breath,
Tho but to say goodbye!
ode to a young father
and younger mother,
when life was shorter…
It ought to be
A state of mind,
To obligate
For just debate
On acts unkind,
That author so
Another’s grief…
Ache coils within
To educe air
A cause chagrin,
Wants laid bare
Malevolent sins,
To dispel bane
Finds to restore,
That which was worth
Once lived before!
Must I forever hear
That willful silence,
Ever waiting
For an utterance
That might exude,
A sign of life
In words though few,
I’d endure suffer rude…
If dubiety deigns mute,
Might I propose
Recourse astute,
In shades betwixt
Verbose prolix,
Or emptiness imposed
In baleful silence…
A word I so implore,
Albeit beneath
The aural norm,
Matters not unclear
If but to hear,
Save from a silence
Of gratuitous veneer,
On the other side of bliss! ode to PHLOG IT camera girl
The fear of living
Encouraged flight,
Or demands fight
To wrestle demons
Who cheat us of light,
Wants summon courage,
For hedonistic life…
Ergo be rid
Of inertia’s bid
And reinstate daring,
Lest fear of living
Be injudicious
Allows destroy,
The whole of being…
Thus need objectives
Not be swayed,
By the proverbial theys
Who so feign credence
Invoking so, they say,
Be without reference
Save lamentable staids,
Life hath so daunted
Would hold fear of living!
On steel hull ships
Live obdurate men,
Of rusty hearts
And tempers short,
Whose tired grunts
Speak fitful streams
Of words bone thin…
With guarded eyes
And gnarled limbs
They navigate,
The lonely seas
In life replete
With boding myths,
And nightly demons
Who so disrupt
The tattered dreams,
Said heard compose
Men of the sea!
Or then again
To die from,
If you let peaceful
Lull you to sleep,
In fashion so
Time then will seep
And so complete,
Will pass you by,
And tho you yearn
For life replete,
You can but weep,
For now said peace
Ain’t worth the keep!
There’s a place
In their minds
Said acuity,
To see man’s face
Holds innate beauty
Tho ravaged by time,
While one envisions
Viewing that state
Of craggiest cavities
May offer profundity,
One but surmises
That visage now mine
Laced of life’s crossings,
Somewhat serpentine
Be far from engrossing,
Tho eyes chose enhance
With compassion defined,
By a kind woman’s mind!
Far more often
I ought listen
To the other me,
Who from within
Be like a brother
May have been,
Pressing to tell
I need consider,
What life ensues
In salient glitter,
Risks be a road
Of bogus glimmer
Paving a way to hell!
Why hold fate
Should so dictate
Our destiny,
With utter power
In its wake
To give or take,
Lest we viewed chose
Our own volition…
Why need fate hide
In Hades’ shadow
To do its bidding,
Meant so condemn
To undue end
Without fulfilling,
Just observance…
So go your way,
Of fate I say
Not of our making,
I’ll have my life
And live it as I may!
Poetry on a Canapé 