“ Contrasts ” ~ giving life colour ~

 

Contrasts

Begs parting

Worth the notion,

From habitual views

Of time staid ideas,

To occasion awareness,

That gives life colour!

“ Solitude ” ~ a coexistence ~

 

I found redress

In solitude,

A coexistence

With oneself,

Gives credence,

To relinquish

Social imitate,

Finding release

From conformity,

For a welcome slice

Of tranquil time,

Offering equability

Worth reaching,

A cause to choose

One visit solitude!

“ I The Cat ” ~ on an ailing day ~

I strain to see

With but one eye,

My impulse

Aim’s to spy,

Or entice

Birds or flies,

Out of the sky…

 

I effort yet

With a lame eye, 

Imposed by mites

On a hellish plight,

That may encroach

On lifeline’s sight

And sure as well

My sense of smell…

 

Besieged am I

By acute stress,

As I’ve no way

To so express,

Should I go blind                                                                                         

Or loose my scent,                                                                                         

I’ll ne’er again gaze                                                                                

At a moon that amazed,                                                                                   

Nor sense a morrows’                                                                                  

Night time finds!         

                                              ode to Kallista

The silver grey one is the big Kaspar, and the tortoiseshell one is the somewhat smaller female Kallista.

Hard not to love, even when Kaspar deposits his 8.5 kilos on you chest at 5:30 or 6 o’clock in the morning with him snorting in your ear, to tell you it’s time to get up and prove you’re alive .

“ Amity ” ~ of a kind ~

I look for words

That reach,

To help me find

Amity alter time,

Enough to assign

A brutal world

Grow less unkind…

 

Words I may find,

Could so discern

Amity of a kind,

Would so touch man

To finally be as one,

Hence to bind a lifetime!

“ A Psyche State ” ~ man finds create ~

Of dubious acuity                           

Be a psyche state,

That lingers not

Past soul can take,

Wanting naught

Of feelings

Nor of thought,

One can but tell

Man finds create

Be a world in hell…

 

If  suffered reach

This insipid wade,

You’d soon perceive

You quickly fade,

The while you waste

In psyche space,

Man fashioned

Be a barren place!

“ A Mental Silence ” ~ begs redress ~

 

You’d want press

For words merit

Noesis expressed,

Beseeching spirit

Not inhibit redress,

Thus find meaning

Afore anguish poses

Want that imposes,

Alas a mental silence!

“ Time’s Façade ” ~ in camouflage ~

Time will but efface

Despite disguise,

When what belies                                                  

Beneath the surface

Of its sad facade,

Starts to disclose

Time cannot hide,

In camouflage

All that will slide,

For in the end, alas

All shades will fade,

Thus best be wise                                                              

To define its guise,                                                            

Less you be willing

To suffer blindly,

When time decides

Life’s meaningful side!

“ Surprise ” ~ of any size ~

 

I’ve seen shapes

And sizes all,

That amazes

Or appals,

In a maze

Of disguise,

That be of no surprise

To best

A lesser guise,

As they traverse

Declining phases,

Thus be the cause

Of aging wise,

Once held surprise

Has less chance to survive!

“ The Picture ” ~ Satan’s malefic trick ~

I get a picture

Of eerie humans,

Who sprout wings

And fly from structures

That dangle on strings,                                                      

While I’m held amongst

These devil like monks… 

 

In this diabolic-fest,

My head brims

Of demonic pests,

So tell of it now

Before I digress,

And while I still feel                                               

In a mind so tattered                                   

It’s beginning to reel,

All of which speaks

Of a very mad hatter…                               

 

Tho but a picture

As would a bad dream,

Would that I rather         

Insane not be deemed,

For said picture depicts

One of Satan’s malefic tricks!

“ Hurting ” ~ fit apprehensive ~

I’ve edgy fear

Of distressing

People dear,

Never wanting

Nor be hurtful,

Lest evoking 

Cause for tears,

Or upsetting

Their tranquility…

 

Thus so I be

Fit apprehensive,

Of they who feed

On wilful hurting!