“ To Start Again ” ~ in step ~

 

To start again

Now once in step,

Right from the crib,

What we did live,                                                                  

Should risk we cart

Our puerile baggage,

Fixed to the heart

Like tattoo marks

Will trace the scars

Of naive follies,

When careless days

Meant living lies

That eased the way,

To so one day

Give of the spin

Said layers a mind

Of ventures worth

Might grow us wise,

In step this time

Without reprise,

To start again!

 

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“ Night Follies ” ~ a chilling journey ~

 

I’ve a feeling I fly

In the dying light

Of a hostile sky,

Ever urging me on

This endless flight,

Be dream er deems

A chilling journey

Of night folly extremes…

 

Nights the like

Emerge but to blur

My anxious reach

For sapient deter,

I seek to compose

To author propose

Held liberal worth,

Of nights to dispose

With merit want spare,

Said weary night follies! 

                          

“ A Last Hurrah ” ~ alas too soon ~

 

I’ve howled hurrahs

For varied causes,

Tho at times admit

Of dubious sauces,

When in my youth

I took few pauses

Before I jumped,

To lofty reasons

Short on seasoned,

Most hardly worth

A laudable hurrah…

 

Though on occasion

Did youth follies

Incite horrahs,

Wisdom did suffer

Urge such jollies

Of youth’s ways,

The while inspired

By its short stays,

Alas our desires,

Saw a last hurrah

Find its merry way!