If only
Wishful thinking
Evidenced an inkling
Of probable reality,
Mightn’t so endorse
That of every wish
Held dreamers,
Be credible of course,
Save the odd amiss
Finds wasted time,
For likely be but myths
Of disquieting design…
If only
Suffering wants,
Said wishful thinking
Be thus understood,
One may not opt bidding
For mind game’s likelihood!
Who will survive
No man’s land,
Of coerced minds
Duping fellowman,
Into hapless decline,
Thru polluted valleys
Oozing insecticides
And tar-sand’s ride,
Ever fouling water,
Life for sons
And daughters,
With creatures’ toil
Equilibrating nature
For nutritive soil,
Meant for all derive
To simply stay alive,
Hence a child’s legacy
If earth can survive,
In this no man’s land!
Looking
From inside out,
I see a face
Has me in doubt,
Though I know
It’s me inside and out,
I fail discern
This face be so,
As one I’d worn
The many years
Since I was born…
As lines of time
In crags so shape,
Thus bared façade
Conjures adverse,
Allows one see
Life be perverse…
Hence though I gaze
With woeful eyes,
The while I fantasize
At once arresting face,
Now to imagine wise
Mind so disguised
That I should visualize,
Looking from outside in!
Know requite be
For said unfair,
Who thus so rule,
To take from they
The frail to fool,
And without care
Discount despair…
Thus be requital
For miscreants,
Of callous ways
Sets time await,
They so will live
To find a fated day!
Of my heart,
Memories want kept,
The kind to not regret,
A place I tend to go
To face the real
Places one suffers
At times surreal,
We may be inclined,
To the like forget…
Reflections now
Be memories scattered,
Relinquish few regrets
Necessitate reprieve,
None that could yet
From that corner
Of my heart
Hold I’d take leave,
To put my soul at rest!
There is no fare
For love per se,
Save be to chance
Love may ignite,
No steadfast way
It means to stay,
More than a day
Or thru the night,
Nor beyond next,
As if an easy road
Of fairy tale text,
Holds love be fair
And assuredly there,
Until you be no more,
Alas thus be love’s fare!
I want to laugh
In potions ample
That it should last,
To encourage
Thusly bold,
Fellow beings
Who’ve to learn
Be laughter
Feeds the soul,
And lessens thus
The morose pique
Of anxious matters,
Inciting as a must
The constant lifeline,
Of enduring laughter!
He’d long gone,
She so longed,
Both waiting
In the follows
Of their passion,
Living in a limbo
Of yearning love,
As from the sonset
Be as if time froze,
Wanting but a sign
That destiny impose,
Love be meant find
The journey home!
I watch it seems
Days pass
Mostly unseen,
And thus so fast,
Has me want find
Time made to last,
Short of recycling
Fallow idled past,
Thus to be used
Until we so design,
To hold back time!
As he’ll not look
Me in the eye,
Nor will he soar
As had before,
We ruined his sky…
Want light our way,
We who fouled
His heaven’s air,
Spewing waste
Corrupting space,
Once known safe
In a world gone grey,
As Solaris fades away…
Alas the keepers
Have ignored,
Desperate shouts
Of world untoward,
Solaris suffers
Shades abyss,
Thus can but move
To light another place,
Leaving shadows
Till dark be fate,
Would end mankind
Starved of Solaris face!
Poetry on a Canapé 