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!
Starting again,
Ever more passionate
For wiser than then,
And sure to have grown
In congress with time,
As now understand
What perils be mine,
No matter the round
And levels that bind,
Or whatever the risks
I reach to embrace
Then bear and grin,
And hold to the pace
Without giving in,
So clear of mind
Find venture of worth,
Nourish the design
That begs start again!
Before I reach
That lonely place,
Let me reside
While I’m alive,
Close by her side
In that embrace
Of each day’s best,
Which lets me hear
That joyous fest
Of her voice near,
Alluding to be clear
Love will survive,
Until I am no longer!
On a lifespan face,
As morrows crowd
Disturbingly close,
You see days burn
At whirlwind pace,
Giving scarce time
To warm a place,
By short day’s end,
For a night’s embrace!
Of then held time
Fate may have chose
For puerile mind,
Misguided dose
Of illogical define,
Meant one embrace
State of mindful blind,
To an iniquitous world
Mindless of its decline!
I still see clearly
The laughter
In her eyes,
Oft times
Meant but to hide
The anguish
Felt inside,
Or hold back
A mother’s tears
When in its stead
A warm embrace
Would take the place…
The while unknown
Her sheep said black,
Set to make tracks
Upon a world untried,
He’d soon discern
Life’s perilous facts,
Bids not an easy ride…
When he awakens
To look back
On years ago,
The lines of colour
Have so blurred,
He barely sees
The faded image,
For what he’d lived,
Be but reflections
Left in a changing eye,
Time now finds to obscure!
One lives in need
Of a place,
Held be in the sun
For its life giving face,
Tho risks of burn
In sun’s solar run,
We mightn’t discern,
Its perilous pace
Has us suffer pain,
Sparing no place
In spite of the rains,
He’ll find to embrace
Any ones face
Who dares overstay,
For sun, will have its way!
No time to waste
For life ahead
Gives but a taste,
Of one imagined
May have lead
To thus embrace,
Far more years,
Than felt be stead…
Hence advocate
All ye soondoers,
Of dubious soon,
Best undertake
Chose to live life,
Before too late
When fate so rules
On your expiry date!
Near all seasons
Of nature’s bent
Has a reason,
Most to feed
The next event,
Thus to embrace
A cycle of reinvent,
Save man’s fate
Who aspires reach
Time’s scant decree,
Yet his own season
Of ephemeral state,
Be of limited reason
We’ve but one taste!
Poetry on a canapé 