“ The Smile ” ~ wants trick reality ~

There’s a smile

On his face,

Tho for a while

He’ll embrace,

Gathered years

Of delusory state,

His abstruse façade

Holds stuff of tears,

Thus he feigns glad

No one can hear,

What surges inside

He’ll fancy hide,

By imaging wise,

To cover sorrow

Until it subsides,

As causes held wide

Wants trick reality,

With smile that disguises!

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“ Of The Children ”~ be life’s lot ~

Who are these children

Man recognized not,

Though too be then

But a child fraught,

As adult apprized

More often forgot,

When the more wise

Yet forever the child,

None the less be life’s lot!

                                                                 for my friend Hülya N Yılmaz

 

“ That Pope ” ~ be but a man ~

Who is that man

We know as pope,

Speaks of his god

In guarded hope,

Yet but a notion

He finds to cloud

Anomic motion,

Thus  pope’s nod

Tries realize,

Deeds  worth born

Thru wise contrive,

Wants reach out

To obviate scorn

Of all who doubt,

Self-serve beliefs

Of ambiguous gods,

Begs we question

Ill fated concepts,

Whose insecure souls

Must suffer its tenet,

Said reflections of man mad

In a world of self-destruction!

                                                                                ode to Udo for inspiring

                                                                       this poem on now Pope Francesco,

                                                                    possibly the greatest in modern history!

“ I The Other Cat ” ~ mean find my share ~

 

On any given day

Thru jade green eyes,

This tabby silver grey

Kaspar finds a way,

To feed his lofty size,

As last of litter’s late

He’s instinct wise,

And each needy day,

He’ll ne’er hesitate

To best accommodate

His territorial play,

And will nevermore

With his regal sway,

Be but the other cat

Nor want consider aught,

Have less than a fair share,

That needs consume the lot!

                                                

                             ode to Kaspar our other Maine Coon cat..

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“ 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!

 

“ Labels ” ~ of design fables ~

 

Labels

Of design fables

Be latent oubliettes,

To cover flaws

Meant to forget,

Thin façades

Fixed to disguise,

The reality

Of devious wise,

Designed to cover

Their obvious lies…

 

Free-ride labels

You’re but lags,

Sad symbolic tags

That camouflage,

To validate

Your trendy state

Less than able,

Left to hide

In shadows

Of deceptive labels!