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
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.
A cat is a friend for life
Maybe more than a husband or wife
When you are low, it seems to know
Helping you smile and be rid of your strife
Just remember to treat it well
That way it may stay for a spell
But if you once treat it mean, it soon won’t be seen
It’ll find somewhere else to dwell
Unremarkably, the once still air begins to shift
Unnoticed, a zephyr wafts and eddies at your feet
Unaware, the leaves begin to dance in the breeze, grasses swirl, clouds scud
Unconcerned, draughts probe gently at loose clothing
Unhurried, gusts find purpose pushing against your weight
Unworried, you shield your eyes from wind- borne dust
Unthinking, you look down, leaning into the strengthening blusters
Unsighted, white horses race squall-tossed waves at sea
Uneasily, you brace your feet and set your chin to the storm
Unstable, branches break, boughs bend, roof tiles rattle
Unheard, distant winds circle faster, angrier, roaring, rumbling
Unbalanced, staggering, losing footing, hands clasp for purchase
Uncertain, heart pounding, succour is sought, prayers offered
Unknowing, whether the hurricane will pass, and you will be spared.
Nature’s variations are somewhat formal
In mathematical terms, this is quite normal
Populations differ in similar ways
Pleasing to a statistician’s gaze
Organic aspects of our nations
Conform to standard deviations
Few data lie at each extreme
Most in the middle around the mean
Four quartiles cover the distribution
Analysis providing the whole solution
A bell curve puts the facts in order
Arranged beneath a symmetrical border
Banana float ride along the sea shore
Zest of lemon, but not the core
Daffodils dancing among the peaks
Brightly bobbing blackbird beaks
As silent frosts and gentle snow
Bid ‘sleep still’ to plants below
Winds at shivering branches tear
Threatening any that above ground dare
Icy cold, seeds wait their turn
To know what fate they are to learn
When Winter deigns to loose its grasp
As feeble shoots feint sunlight clasp
Then urgent as the days grow longer
Frenzied growth forever stronger
Through warming soil, tendrils searching
Stalk and leaves now skyward lurching
Green hued cells their magic weave
Creating starch, apart do cleave
In answer to Spring’s gleeful call
Across the earth new life will sprawl
‘Till basking in our young star’s rays
Countless flowers their heads do raise
Grasses nod, caressing the breeze
Pollen gathered by dutiful bees
The Summer months bring endless days
Fields, gardens, pastures, bright-cloaked in haze
With lengthening shadows soon to cast
The signal that this cannot last
Ripening fruits fill hedge and vine
Quick gathered in to make new wine
Nature’s harvest garnered and stored
Planet-bequeathed life-giving hoard
Leaves slowly rust in amber shades
And drop to lie in Autumn glades
A last joyful scent of this year’s roses
Then, once again the cycle closes.
Ere the cosmos clock’s first soundless tick
What ephemeral force might, knowing, quick
Call space, time and matter into being
From nought that is, we now are seeing
No corporeal hand did our world form
But flotsam from a primordial storm
And, if that, what then was there before
To will into existence new physical law
Cause stars and planets to outward flee
Some vectored origin that may not be
What vacuum do galaxies seek to fill
Time’s unknown boundaries testing still
Earthly minds can ne’er full hold
Understanding of creation’s mould
Except to note without illusion
Negative truths cannot be proven.
Westward crawling, sneaking
Stealing distant stars and galaxies
Summoning birds from their roosts
Commanded to herald the dawn
Half heard on slow shifting air
The sound near real,
but dimming against the growing chorus
And stirring clatter of movement
Night sighs and succumbs
Pulling dreams and fears
Under its dark cloak
Harboured against the bold tide of day.
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