Poems about Reality
We spend a lifetime on a stage called earth;
it’s nothing but illusion, to be sure;
deluded, into thinking, it’s the place of birth;
instead it’s where we serve out a tour.
We’ve likely been here, many times before;
tho we’ve forgotten the lessons we
Life is a staged production;
staffed with an excellent cast;
performing; with no interruption;
not intended, forever, to last.
All life is dead men walking;
time gives dates for decay;
tho predators may be stalking;
they won’t disturb life’s play.
Destiny has written the script;
while eternity keeps
It seems that most people love a mystery;
we love the puzzles, we’ve bought;
throughout time, through all of history;
we struggled with a puzzle called thought.
It seems a straightforward complexity;
to explain how consciousness works;
instead, it’s become a bane of perplexity;
and many who’ve
A Moment
Every moment lasts for a lifetime;
it’s a carefully contrived endeavor;
sometimes it serves as a lifeline;
for a lifetime lasts forever.
We think a moment is come and gone;
but that simply isn’t so;
all moments, forever, must live on;
for it has no place
I traveled alone down the country road,
where I’d been, so many times before.
This time I carried an emotional load;
for I had lost the one I adore.
She had passed away some time ago;
her body had turned into dust.
Before the summer; and after the snow;
What is so special about a little child;
a seed, that’s become a sprout;
not meant to remain a flower so wild;
inner wisdom will soon win out.
Overcoming a period of gestation;
a baby, has now left the womb;
ordained for a life of frustration;
then, destined for
Memory is a never ending abyss;
littered with joy and sorrow;
thoughts of death and a special kiss;
forever; becomes our tomorrow.
How does it collate each life event;
and keep each one in its place;
and what can it do, so it will prevent,
running out of time and
I am a part of the river of life;
carving destiny out of rock;
sorrows destined to be a wife;
my waters approaching a dock.
Success was not meant as a goal;
it was only a part of the path;
failure has really an equal role;
love overcoming our wrath.
