“ Reaching ” ~ beyond ~

In my attempt

To reach beyond,

A stride the length

Of friendships bond,

Want but to take

Unwavering step,

To thus find place

Allegiance kept,

Composed of men

Who lost and wept,

Yet create space

They mean abide,

Blind now and then

To critical misguide,

For steps that echo

A language of regard!

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“ Looking ” ~ for serenity ~

 

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!

 

“ Contentment ” ~ an enviable reality ~

I’ve so far lived

What may have been,

The in between

Something akin,

To sporadic measures

Of wistful pleasure,

Agleam wouldst seem

Alluding to contentment,

Said be for most

Achieved in but a dream…

                                                                                   

Till now were times

I anxious to find,

This world abide,

Shared altruistic life

Might yet be mine…

 

Hence set behind

A past held fast,                                                         

I’d want be blind      

To feminine acuity,                                                       

Whose wisdom such                                                                        

Would foster love,           

Thru fate’s modality

Beyond the in-between,

A relevant contentment,

Be thus an enviable reality!

“ A Mind ” ~ on borrowed time ~

 

In an effort to be bold

I may’ve gone too far,

And now be on hold

In someone else’s mind,

Who barely seems alive,

Living on borrowed time…

 

There  I’m to abide

On this mind’s ride,

In a kind of hell

Where Belial waits

Smirk on his face,

Knowing my fate

Be meant replace,

A mind gone cold

With past due date,

Thus in my effort bold

I may be left a mind

Said on borrowed time!

 

“ On The Shelf ” ~ a place of rest ~

 

I feel a book

Less than a tome,

Where I abide

Held be my home,                                                               

There on a shelf

I am to dwell,

Alphabetized

In a near hell,

Tucked in a space

For easy trace,

If one’s to find

My aging face,

That I myself

Find hard to place,

As time has stolen

Most recall,

I must rely

On passers-by

To so point out,

‘Tis I so perched

Now on the shelf,

Held thus too soon

Suffer a place of rest!