“ Peace of Mind ” ~ each day defines ~

You want find

To live without

Contrariety,

To harmonize

Peace of mind,

Conversely

To fashion wise

Congruity,

Thus so align

With acuity,

Each day defines

Depict life whole ,

The while binds

Provide sanity,

Till fades alas,

This precious time,

Seeks find embrace

That peace of mind!

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“ A Woman’s Mind ” ~ discerns neath the surface ~


There’s a place
In a women’s mind,
Has visual acuity
Which envisions,
The innate grace
Of another’s face,
Neath the surface
Of a ravaged hide,
Discerns axiom’s bide…

‘Tis said her insight
Detects beyond
The fated decline,
As seen thru her eyes
Points to hindsight
That enables obscure,
The scaring havoc
Of life journey’s tour,
Save lives within
Speaks clear of time
Marred by chagrin,
Finds actuate her acuity!

“ A Woman’s Mind ” ~ discerns neath the surface ~

 

There’s a place

In a women’s mind,

Bides visual acuity

Which envisages,

The innate grace

Of another’s face,

Neath the surface

Of a ravaged hide,

A setting for senescence…

 

It’s said her acuteness

Detects outside,

The blurry measure

Of fated declivity,

Glimpsed thru eyes

Capable of obscuring,

The scaring havocs

Of life’s journey,

Save what lives within

Speaks beyond time

Marred by chagrin,

Actuates her visual acuity!

 

“ A Psyche State ” ~ man finds create ~

Of dubious acuity                           

Be a psyche state,

That lingers not

Past soul can take,

Wanting naught

Of feelings

Nor of thought,

One can but tell

Man finds create

Be a world in hell…

 

If  suffered reach

This insipid wade,

You’d soon perceive

You quickly fade,

The while you waste

In psyche space,

Man fashioned

Be a barren place!

“ A Woman’s Mind ” ~ a place of acuity ~

 

There’s a place

In their minds

Said acuity,

To see man’s face

Holds innate beauty

Tho ravaged by time,

While one  envisions

Viewing that state

Of craggiest cavities

May offer profundity,

One but surmises

That visage now mine

Laced of life’s crossings,

Somewhat serpentine

Be far from engrossing,

Tho eyes chose enhance

With compassion defined,

By a kind woman’s mind!

 

“ The Face ” ~ he’d known ~

I see the face,

A crowded place

That tells of life,

Would indicate

A past so filled,

Yet but depicts

A slightest trace

Of puerile days,

To hoary layers

Of crinkly grace,

Time so risks take

What’s left to hold

That offers hope

For man so bold,

To skirt a while

His resting place,

And he not find

The face he’d known

Now buried neath

A senescent waste!