Teach me now
While I’m alive,
To not forget,
When I arrive
At regret’s bide,
And must endure
Spent recollect
Of someone near,
Plus fail to hear
Suffered upset,
While I now limbo
In the unclear,
Of telling ways
By one so dear
Who loved me when,
Wouldst hold until
I am no longer,
And even then!
I’ve sought living
Years moreover,
As man’s dream
Be time wanting,
Leaves me plead
Ne’er be enough,
Though I concede
Years so far lived,
Holds clearly best
Be time life gave,
Save so ascribed
A morose grave,
As destined site
Fixed be man’s fate,
Thus beg stall plight
For score or more,
Before the dark,
Becomes eternal night!
ode to friend Basile, now in eternal night…
What’s left behind
We may forget,
Tho some of which
With much regret,
Albeit dismissed
As mere neglect,
Persists remain
As part of us,
One suffers fret
Fate instils thus,
Till life defines
Best one be bold,
Ere to achieve
A state of mind,
To render whole
Wouldst fix to find,
Inspiring soul
Desires opine,
Worth rescue
What we left behind!
An ode to wishful thinking!
I see man shape
His self-decline,
Tis no surprise
Wants to escape,
This baleful bind
Free of bent state
Of herculean find,
His legacy spent
Now so apprised,
Suffers implied
Thus to surmise
Intervention failed
We’ll not survive,
His egoistic whims
Shaping our extant state!
I see a form
Rise,
Lifting upward
In disguise,
Tho not the norm
Can but surmise,
This giant butterfly
Just barely born
To suffer such a size,
Said dinosaurian wings
Be excesses I do see,
In a world now on the brim
Man’s antics caused it be!
Poetry on a Canapé 