Today is the day of the English Grand National
I’m so excited, I can’t be rational
I’ll have a small wager, maybe two
Oh, what the heck, I’ll have a few
If my horse comes in I could win a lot
If several are placed I’ll make a pot
One thing I’d do with a sizable prize
Try out a new sports car, just for size
Then buy a new house, detached of course
Or maybe put my winnings on another horse
After all, once on a winning streak
I can give up work, as soon as next week
If you’ve an idea in the middle of the night
Don’t wait until the time seems right
Get up and put your thoughts to action
Before momentum loses traction
For none may have a similar notion
So you must put the wheels in motion
Jot down, at least, what came to mind
Just like this poem, not left behind
Wispa was our dear grey cat
Until one week ago
Now buried where she often sat
We really miss her so
She lit our lives and made our days
For nearly twenty years
How we laughed at her little ways
Sadly, now, there’s only tears
She was so ill, was fighting for breath
When we called in the local vet
Now, sadly, looking back at her death
Would we have her again? You bet!
0hh Dear
This does seem queer
I am not sure
Is this me here?
Are these words mine?
Or are they not?
When did I pen them?
I’ve quite forgot
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.
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, red-amber hued
Slow passing hours, quiet thought
Gentle emotions, guilt imbued
Of things achieved, but others aught
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?
Seeing; liking; desiring;
talking; longing;
knowing; loving; living;
losing; hurting; mourning;
accepting.
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.
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