“ Morrows ” ~ at whirlwind pace ~

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!

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“ Years ” ~ be of laurels’ best ~

 

Years fading many

Three score plus ten,

When some then

Made feel too many,

Years not living

Aversely at rest,

Somewhat uncertain

Of laurels’ best,

Save idle giving

Wanted for naught

Held put to test,

Not waste what’s left

Though at times lax,

Thru forever days

Found in the past

Inspired by youth,

In then agile way

Did call for truth,

Hoped get it right

Before enduring dark,

Bids life its last night!

 

“ L’Ami s’Éteint ” ~ the end of a friend ~

 

He lived a life

Giving of himself,

A rare enlightened

In a world

That numbers few,

Held truly human

Be said humane,

One wants believe

His life be such,

Ought be forever

Save will mortality

Have its way,

Thus now gone,

To the unlighted

And well beyond

The end of a friend,

Alas enough to say

L’ami s’éteint,

Et ne sera plus là,

Déjà si tôt, demain!

“ A Place ” ~ in the sun ~

 

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!

“ A lonely Kiss ” ~ giving life a soul ~

A lonely kiss

Be but a gift,

Said for too long

Was made to wait,

With no one there

Mindful of its bliss…

 

Wouldst not a kiss

Chose designate,

A proper mate

To want embrace,

Be surely more

Than but a gift…

 

Hence ensues way

This kiss per se

Remains alive,

To so express

Its fated place,

Of giving life

A stake for soul

Thus meant to be,

Alas its august goal!