The Poison Weed
It began in the infamous interaction;
between the serpent and the man;
the pride of man was merely distraction;
accepting lies he didn’t understand.
There was no limit to the serpent’s lies;
for he was a master of sin;
openly lying; with no pretense of
Silence Is Not Golden
Often we say things without much thought;
and yet we think they’re the truth;
believing that they represent what ought;
ignoring the obvious proof;
“Silence is golden.” Or, so we often say;
not understanding, what it means;
sound is a part of the beauty of
Tinkering With Reality
I envy those who can work with their hands;
repairing or bulding something new;
meeting and exceeding circumstance’s demands;
doing complex things; I couldn’t do.
I find myself lacking in physical dexterity;
although I can still hammer a nail;
our life is a blending of
Happily Never Ending
We view life as a book, movie, or play;
all of which have an ending;
doing our best, to live day to day;
death is the night, descending.
Death is the verdict; we cannot conceive;
dreaming only of joy and laughter;
it’s only in life; we’
My Search For Love
It seems forever; since I began my quest;
many lifetimes have come and gone;
becoming exhilerated; and then, depressed;
yet, still, my pilgrimage goes on.
I’d thought that I’d seen you a long time ago;
but I lost you in a crowded store;
then,
Flirting With Strangers
Life is burdensome without someone to love;
but love can attract elusive dangers;
unless your attraction is sanctioned from above;
beware, flirting with strangers.
Strangers are people we really don’t know;
we can only take them; at their word;
love is the rose that takes time
The Lonely Season
I have faced life’s forces of needless antipathy;
conflicts occuring without reason;
having discovered true love’s proclivity;
I’ve entered life’s lonely season.
Love is the undercurrent of life’s every wave;
it is the gold standard, all seek;
there is no adversity, we’
Nostalgia
Why do so many just yearn for the past;
becoming that not so secret longing?
It seems, to many, that good times never last;
is nostalgia our lack of belonging.
What is that attachment to home sweet home;
permanently etched in our mind;
especially in old age; when we’
