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!
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
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!
Poetry on a Canapé 