“ My Septembers ” ~ for a time beguiled ~

It seems a long long while

Since my first September,

When I was but a child

With little to remember,

Would for a time beguile

What mind found render,

Bar be time on my hands

Allowed youth meander,

To later years September

Till too soon understands

A day there’ll be no other,

For life assured ill stands

Save to reach life closure,

Tho not a very long while

Measures the meagre stead,

From first steps to immobile

Held borders bland to dead,

Said be last of my Septembers!

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“ In Man ” ~ we trust ~

Being bold

We ventured

To uphold,

The objectivity

Of a creature

Named man,

To trust implicitly                                                                                           

This elected being,                                             

Believed noble

And assuredly whole,

Could not be suspect                  

Of an exiguous soul,

Nor likely crafted

To a liken fraud,

As his invented god…

 

Thus we till dead,

Man be a mortal

Creatures most dread,

Yet can’t negate

Naively we’re beguiled

With his earthly state,

When all the while,

Hold query trust in man!

“ In Early Morn ” ~ I see time hurry past ~

When I awake

In early morn

I linger there

The while beguiled,

Envision the while

A rousing storm,

Albeit semiotics

Tells  I am born,

This day again

to keep alive,

Impulsive ways

To but survive,

In life too fast…

 

Hence so I wake

To contemplate,

A constant haste

That cannot last,

Yet would so blur

Time hurry past,

More than before

Worries  my stay

As it contracts,

To illuminate

Most every day, 

Thus in the wake

Of early morn

Find to invalidate,

Time hurry past!