If one could live forever
Might this hold being free,
Or confuse so the measure
Of a wishful thinking spree,
Else be of bent mind clever
The while deny bid’s plea,
To objurgate a moot debate
On life spans short decree,
By the gods of fixing fate
Who exact this mortal fee,
On mankind destined state
Beckons thus eternal sleep,
Tho beg delay expiry date
We’ve to exit existence’s keep,
Lest this life should be forever!
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…
In the beginning
Declared alive,
Tho not forever
We’re to survive,
Nor be the wiser
Save few clever,
Saw worth persist
Embrace alive,
Subject decides
Goals not forever,
Bids why so devised …
Thus man’s mind
Of tenacious bind,
Aims fashion delay
To a shortish stay,
While not eternal
Seeks fix revision,
To alter ways vision
Life sees road’s bend,
Might find sidestep end!
man’s ever ludicrous dream
I sought living
Years the more,
Of them the sum
Secures encore,
For score or two
Not ne’er enough,
A pardon due
Leads me to plead,
Not waive the stuff
Of years one lived,
Chance be my best
Of time life gives,
When soon to rest
Hold years ahead,
Not played as test
For idling dead,
When all ‘tis left
Means but to pass
Expressly fast,
Begs added score
To get it right
Before the dark,
Be my eternal night!
Poetry on a canapé 