I’ve looked back
At my surrounds,
And growing years
Hence to feel bound,
Need look again
As seems back then,
I’ve thin account
Of beauty all about
As though allure
Had been left out,
Thru failed record
On matters worth
Meant to absorb,
Yet angst insists
Ne’er be too late,
Want fixing now
To look at what I see…
Who could have known best
What beauty life held see,
Without we knew thus to invest,
That made us look at what we see!
ode to the in-depth beauty
of natures creativity!
Looking
For reasons,
Not to suppose,
That by and by
I’ll not dispose,
For me to abide
As I want compose…
Looking
At thoughts,
That questions
The soul,
Shadowed in doubt
Yet passing for whole,
When worth I gave
May have dried out,
Hence less than brave
I’ve agonized about,
A premature bide
In fates grave reside…
Looking
To find serenity,
That shan’t confine,
To narrowed time!
There was a time,
Getting there then,
Be an adventure
Held half the fun,
For easy ‘twas when
Deemed be secure,
With far less care
That now pretends,
Hold standard fare…
Getting there then
Said long ago now,
Offered a man
Its traveler’s best,
Be carriage or scow,
Save else on foot
Was all it took,
When journey held,
Not when, but how!
ode to travelers, suffering
security tribulations!
The life & times
Of Genghis then…
He’d leap so high
To chase what flies,
Till one day found
What caught his eye,
Far from the edge
Would find him plunge
Four stories down,
Below his spying ledge…
Genghis that cat
Wouldst then survive,
But three more days
From fatal dive,
Sad to compile
Eleven months
Of his nine lives,
Hunting what flies
Alas that cat would leap
No more, nor jump or jive,
Through eight more lives!
an old debt I owed,
ergo ode to Genghis, Kallista’s twin,
and short time family member
Alas poor fox
Tho fast enough
Risks be caught,
But due to hunger
Has need wander,
Yet ever deeper
Finds but danger,
Where soon fox
Suffers a trap,
Then sent in a box
To parade as a hat,
Or a fox coat done so,
Just to tease la Bardot!
ode to Brigitte Bardot…
I am a supporter of all ‘animal life protection’ wild and tamed,
as well as the privileged owner of two Maine Coon cats!
I am also presently under treatment for my black humour illness…
Poetry on a Canapé 