“ My Septembers ” ~ for a time beguiled ~

It seems a long long while

Since my first September,

When I was but a child

With little to remember,

Would for a time beguile

What mind found render,

Bar be time on my hands

Allowed youth meander,

To later years September

Did too soon understand

A day there’ll be no other,

For life assured ill stands

Save to reach life closure,

Tho not too long the while

Measures a meagre stead,

From first steps to immobile

Held borders bland to dead,

Said be last of my Septembers!

“ A Man Whole” ~ holds fervid soul ~

 

As I grow whole

Will event hold,

Or fail acquire

A fervid soul,

To render mind

Suitably bold,

That so in time

Be a man whole,

Afore I realize

I’d grown too old,

To effort recognize!

 

 

“ The Moment ” ~ an adventure ~

Predictably sure
Be an adventure,
Holds the moment
Brands life’s worth,
To render ones debt
Fated from birth,
As willingly owed
Its requital so holds,
For fixed next abode…

The while one bodes
Time could run out,
Preceding full measure
Of the moment as told,
Tho a trip said life raves
Finds too soon acquitted,
For such an adventure
Whose abode be its grave!

“ Winter Seeks ” ~ cast its icy spell ~

 

On appointed day

Nature will decay,

For winter seeks

To cast its icy spell,

Hence find its way

Into its revived hell,

The while will chase

Fall from its peek,                                                         

And Frost held Jack

Means claim its stake

From world now grey,

To render frigid white

A winter’s blustery wake…

 

“ Credulity of Illusions ” ~ fails reach the now ~

 

Delusion of the future

Alleges render held sum,

Ensures inevitability

Of apotheosis to come,

While of faint store

Who’s to say we’d find,

A time that offers more

Meant fated be so kind,

Thus best we not succumb

To credulity of illusions,

That yet fails reach the now!