So many memories
Worth the keep,
Tho there be many
Begs a clean sweep,
For those held evoke
Leads one to wallow,
In recollects thin
Bordering hollow,
Or colours memory
Of near wilting age,
Yet wants a fellow
Bides to engage,
In worthy recalls
Before time shades,
What gave life a stage!
ode to year 2013
‘Twas a story above
A false sense of love,
Orchestrated per se
By one ne’er able,
To find so indulge
In a passionate way,
This invisible being
Too cold to be told,
Fated be, but a lonely soul!
What you see
Is what you get,
If memory held
Be yours as yet,
Hence till you see
Be not the same,
After time shades
A memory’s claim,
And what now seen
Be but a thought,
That too soon fades
To near forgot,
Thus seeks reprieve
From sight in shame
While you suffer grieve!
A book in search
Of giving birth
To pages blank,
Hopes but record
Views so composed,
With words’ accord
To author predisposed,
Might ease the way
That dare initiate
A scribe’s want say,
Upon a virgin page
Empty so, intimidates
The while a book awaits
Words chose breathe life,
To uninhabited blank pages!
One lives in need
Of a place,
Held be in the sun
For its life giving face,
Tho risks of burn
In sun’s solar run,
We mightn’t discern,
Its perilous pace
Has us suffer pain,
Sparing no place
In spite of the rains,
He’ll find to embrace
Any ones face
Who dares overstay,
For sun, will have its way!
I can but wonder,
How so composed
Without concern,
Fate should impose
Thus so to suffer,
Man failed put term
To obesity’s torture,
And so I ponder
This hapless burden,
Lived with adversity
In a corpulent world,
Where we offer but pity
Alas to a bleak obesity!
Throwing caution
To the wind
I now stand,
On legs
Wants a hand,
Though one begs
Yet amply stable,
Mean to last
Thusly quite able,
As ever whole
And near as fast,
No less than bold
To ride the wind!
Poetry on a Canapé 