Sway
Just enough
To give hope a ray,
Sway
A bit more
To let me find
The way,
Sway
Then again,
To so compose
You’d have me stay,
Sway
Fate might fix
Life be with love
More than a day,
Sway
To find share
Destined replete
Be criteria’s fare,
Sway
Life be free
Of bent aspirants,
And political tyrants,
Sway
Alas man finds
Give life to dreams,
Barring nightmare,
If incubi, succubi be there
For ones held pleasures!
Looking
To understand,
Who will demand
Of a wrongful hand,
We have empowered
And thus so entrusted,
To buttress held best
Our collective interest,
As a protector elect,
Without he transgress
His mandated integrity,
For we, the people nation,
Of this, fictional free, land!
Looking
At sagacious thought,
That questions
Worth of ones own,
Thus to have been sown!
Looking
For a thought
Be mine,
Wisest of the lot
Held depict mankind,
Perhaps
So be judged
In time,
Regardless
Of the shadow
One may find,
It cast upon my grave
Tho no matter, if survives
To keep its worth alive,
As a thought wants saved!
Poetry on a Canapé 