HOW to WHY

HOW strange to claim we like some things

WHEN no one knows WHAT tomorrow brings

There is much WHICH we have yet to try

So likes are temporary, now you know WHY.

Midnight

Hello tomorrow; I just can’t wait

To know what fortune lies on your date

Good would be great, but if bad is my fate

I’ll take what comes, just don’t be late.

Autumn Years

Autumn years, red-amber hued

Slow passing hours, quiet thought

Gentle emotions, guilt imbued

Of things achieved, but others aught

A Car on Westminster Bridge

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New weapons deal the deadly blow

To innocent passers by

Without just cause, except to say

Some don’t need a reason why

Then front line police, duty bound

Protect and pay high price

When madness sits behind a wheel

And throws its fatal dice

One’s Lot

Pain and suffering

Misery, fear

Common hardships

Many must bear

Though some exist

Without such woes

Not mindful how

For others, it goes

But all will know

They share equal fate

When time is up

On that future date

What if, then,

Each gets their due

And what lies in store

Is all up to you?

If not so, fine!

Carry on as before

No need for insurance

Unless you’re not sure

If not this, what?

The rising sun and beating heart

Embracing lovers, soon to part

A furry friend, a solid rock

Hands marking time upon a clock

Tasting coffee, fresh from the bean

A peaceful moonlit landscape scene

Violent storm-tossed crashing seas

Gently humming honey bees

Are these and more as they seem to be,

If we each experience them differently?

Is life a dream, or is it real?

Do we know the answer, because we feel?

A Brief History of Love

Seeing; liking; desiring;

talking; longing;

knowing; loving; living;

losing; hurting; mourning;

accepting.

Kiss and Tell

Consider, as you look at this

The motive of a single kiss

Be it love, or just convention

It’s all a matter of intention.

Judge and Jury

If I am right to write

Of things I know

And shine a light

On what I show

Who will then find

These things not wrong

But judge them kind

For my swan song

Not Enough

When you think you’ve given all you can

Try to find a little bit more

To help the lot of your fellow man

Because we’ll always have the poor

Be it poor in spirit, money or health

There are those worse off than you

Sharing succour, if not your wealth

Is an act of humanity too

And don’t confuse the poor and needy

With idle hands or mind

Not all that need are lazy and greedy

When you’ve capacity to be kind