“ Doing It Right ” ~ bids ne’er guarantee ~

You reach a point

Has you convinced

You’ve done it right,

That you’d persist

Thus without doubt,

Despite held plight

And risk of drought,

Refuses to detract

Obeying ones intuit,

That finds shed light

On wants get it done

With implied insight,

Hence doing it right

In spite of perchance,

Fickle fate chose slight

To state obvious stand,

Bids ne’er a guarantee!

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“ Lasting Friendship ” ~ an august gift ~

If perchance

Time offers say,

A laudable way

To find amity,

One may discern

That special place,

Where so decides

Life’s real worth

Be best described

As friendship…

 

Of rare occasion

Be this a present

Of euphoria,

And far beyond

One of fortuity

Be the substance,

Of an august gift…

 

Thus bestowed

Upon my life,

Be kismet,

Two score or more

Of years ago,

The wondrous joy

Of lasting friendship

I’ve cherished so,

What serendipity alas

Would have me know!

                                                ode to my friend Pierre Ste.M

“ Perchance ” ~ magnanimous ~

In an effort

To be bold

I may’ve lost

The whole,

For now but feel

The cold,

And suddenly

I cogitate on old,

As tho too soon

Death perchance

Is trying to take hold…

 

Whilst we’ve to pay

Life’s wage to play,

Albeit times more

Than bargained for

The risk we take,

That fate may grant,

To suffer fools

Or bold lost souls,

If memory serves

Said fate per se

Magnanimous,

Be not its chosen way!