You dared to look up at the stars
And theorize anew
With what had been written before
New wisdom you’d imbue
Now off among them you’ll reside
Impart wisdom no more
At least we know the great purpose
That your long life was for
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Powerless
I have not wisdom for to change the world
Nor power for to force a change in hearts
Nor courage for to stand up to what is
What ever now can I purport to do?
The dark lady
Eyes as black as night
She comes in darkest hour
Whisks away our sight
Performs a service dour
Sometimes she’s too soon
But never is she late
Comes with waxing moon
Before expected date
She builds nightly nest
For victims young and old
Takes us to our rest
In her arms she’ll us hold.
Ode to furry friends
All praise to furry friends!
(The real ones, not “furries”)
They purr and my heart mends
They bark and I’m at ease
Sometimes they poo inside
Or growl when they should not
But I just let it slide
Because they’ve my heart got
These friends say ‘bye too young
They leave before their time
I think their song’s not sung
They still have lines to rhyme
But we’ll see them once more
At least that’s what I pray
That they’ll be at the door
When I, too, reach my day.
Snow
White powder falls and coats the ground
With light and speckled flecks
In eddies dances it around
And puts me in a hex
I stare and stare and stare yet more
Transfixed on sky’s white touch
Until my eyes are stricken sore
By staring overmuch.
Tight-chested
So heavily, hands lay upon anxious chest
They pull and they push and they twist
I hum and I haw but I cannot them best
I wonder what I could have missed
When growing to be such a worried old wreck
Why can’t I just push them away?
These hands that creep into and squeeze at my heart
Uninvited during the day
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Each day brings with it new, uncharted fears
Some ne’er-seen challenge for us to confront
As if the world were ever fighting us
Trying to have us bow before its strength
Trying to make us doubt our own.
But mind is greater than our flesh and bone
And simple tricks of earth it always sees
And so we seize the day, ignoring earth
And working t’ward the next day, and the next
Never letting earth stop us.
Sonnet 7
Sweet words; they tumble softly off the page
And into minds of curiosity
Telling of diff’rent worlds in diff’rent age
They ‘xpand the deeps of our philosophy.
A hardness comes upon us when we close
These vestiges of wisdom, wit, and wile;
Their words become distant, their thoughts our foes;
We sink into a narrowness most vile.
And in this human darkness, we pretend
To know the truths of those who came before;
We act as if the world is ours to mend
And wisdoms of the past we, smug, ignore.
If for a moment egos could subside
Perhaps we’d know again what egos hide.
Have we not?
Have we not done our time?
Have we not paid our dues?
Have we not done what’s right?
Have we not?
Sonnet 6
Along the vast crevasses of the mind
A spark can light the genius held within
If only it’s able t’withstand the din
Of thoughts that whir and hold genius in bind.
Once through the darkest valleys of the id
The spark can fin’lly light its little flame:
The flame to build so large the mind can’t tame
Its roaring cracks that can no more be hid.
The mind springs into action, flame alight!
It is at last ready to innovate;
Its thoughts race now, trying to translate
The flame into some brilli-ant insight.
And ever does it cycle, spark to fire
Leaving their light on minds until we tire.
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