ON TIME
Over time, without rhyme
Out of time, with no reason
Just in time, clocks chime
With time, out of season
death
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NOT LONG SINCE
As we say goodbye to twenty-fourteen
And to those that will go unseen
For those of us that have yet to go
May the new year come and be it so
That we find all we need we need to be
And are able to embrace this gift to see
The beauty and the love of friends
The temper and the song Earth vends
With remaining mortal hours spent
Kindly with the fleeting minutes lent
Lunaris Rarus
Tens of thousands of insects performed a symphony, an elaborate musical composition passionately orchestrated, resonating, familiar and strange, persisting, unwavering notes upon notes – the last hurrah – as I strolled along the cooly illuminated cement walk, to view, in an early evening wan indigo sky, the golden orb of a Harvest Moon. Pale purply hued shadows decorated the reflecting surface of the blonde satellite presenting the appearance of a face: still, mute, suspended, shedding an ochre glow, casting mine moon shadow: casting a shadow for all, for all mindful of the rare reverie.
AT SIXTY-THREE
At sixty-three
He is set free
From a failing shell
And an untold hell
In a difficult world
His flag unfurled
Cast off this melancholy storm
Of sorrows of unfair form
He paid the fee
At sixty-three
SHADOWS OF WARS
The shadow of war
Revolution, no more
The lesson unlearned
Power, Privilege and Wealth soar
Senate and Congress do hoar
King, Czar, Sultan returned
Tell who’s who and what’s for
Observation towers and bunkers
To profits old clunkers
Enslaving the poor
Through to the core
From battlefield to graveyard
The law defines who’s ward
To die on your own
And be buried unknown
FLY AWAY
Ah… metamorphosis, a treasure to look forward to.
With the fearlessness and innocence of a child, knowing and not knowing anything, I aspire; to do anything, go anywhere: seeds blowing in the wind and roots shackled, ensconced in the loamy soil of this old home, cast off, cast away…
Ah… Metamorphosis a treasure to unfold…
Ever,
R.
WHEN DEATH COMES
When death comes will it be like meeting an old friend?
When death comes will it be a relief?
When death comes will it come to send?
When death comes: a new life…
Whenever death comes,
R.
A CIRCLING GLOW
The wood is very quiet; still
No movement, leaf, water, quill
Early morning sky is slate
End November fateful fate
Closing yet another year
Bands of smoke surround this sphere
As the sun inaugurates glister
The reek less blister
The light presents per chance a dream
The half-perceived material stream
THE WANE
The wood is boldly lit by a western sun
Sting chants a Desert Rose
Few leaves remain, clinging to branches
Water pools in low land
Reflecting clear sky
By rotting umber foliage
The planet rotates
As the light does evanesce
A sombre mood ensconces
The wood darkly
may i be?
woman and child
santa clause, then religion
man versus mob
life, the illusion
intellect, then decision
truth and science
death, the alliance
woman and child
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