“ The Hand ” ~ that feeds ~

As I observe

The hand

That feeds,

Wants serve

The life I live

With verve,

Fashioned so

As fate did give,

To find contrive

Thru every curve

Meant stay alive,

Be worth invest

In destined strides,

Hence to survive

The waning signs

We visualize,

Protuberant veins

Neath thinning skin

Covers aging within,

Telling of life ephemeral

The while bemoaning

Mind means decline,

This hand will feed me still!

“ Face To Face ” ~ in a crimson place ~

The face

You claim,

Burns now

Palpably lame,

In a scarlet state

Finds suffer blame,

With skin ablaze

Head bows in shame,

Thus so observed

Begs fool indifferent,

Holds look aflame

From face to face

In sun’s day feed,

Be a crimson place

That wants destroy,

Yet gives of life

Save when exceeds,

Man chooses fail to heed!

                                         ode to an era’s ignorance

“ In A Dream ” ~ nightmarish ~

 

In a dream

Nightmarish,

Holds initiate

Of scary scenes,

That exacerbate

Vile screams, 

Meant to alarm

A fertile mind,

As to expose

Ominous time,

Of foul bellows

Would so extend

To reach beyond,

Such eerie sounds

Dream begs to end!

                                                                 ode to a child I knew

“ November ” ~ to remember ~

How could I not

Remember,

Fate had chose

November,

To death encumber

Exiguous shoulders,

And suffer weight

Of lamentable state,

With words inapt

In witless pap,

For just departed father

So long ago that November,

A then boy would remember!

                                                                      ode to 39 year old father