It’s a simple case is this
For him it’s just his business
Long teeth ill need this costly care
And I don’t have the time to spare.
Category Archives: Poetry
What If?
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.
Being
Which words right tell this mortal state
Philosophy so poorly defined
Eons’ wisdom may accumulate
But where ‘soul’ or even ‘mind’
What part of me might know with proof
Through inward looking eye
Objective fundamental truth
About the reason why.
Opportunity
Grieve as you must for those loved and lost
Broken relationships will all have a cost
Each day may heal by some small degree
But time cannot mend what wasn’t to be.
The Sunny Smile
When did she lose that sunny smile
It’s not been there for quite a while
It was there each and every day
Bright and cheerful at work and play
It used to make my own heart soar
The luckiest chap I knew for sure
I could forget my former life
With such a person as my wife
My love has grown with every dawn
A giant oak from a small acorn
I make a point to tell her so
It is important for her to know
Her faults are small and fewer than mine
But need pointing out, if she is to be fine
By making a few imperceptible tweaks
She could enhance those rosy cheeks
In that way she would then be perfect
But telling her so has the wrong effect
She rails against each gentle hint
With dulling eyes that have no glint
Oh why can she not take some note
Instead of becoming more remote
And smile for me as she did before
Alas, it makes my poor heart so sore.
Addition
I am me and you are you
Together we are more than two.
Tasting Red Wine
If you discover some earthly treasure
Not harming others, but giving you pleasure
A painting, red wine, a lover’s kiss
A parachute jump into the abyss
Firing neurons and sparking emotions
Savour the moment, relish sensations
Morning
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.
Room To Live
Clutter, clutter everywhere
Not a place to stand
Where to tread without fear
Of tripping, overhand
Can’t place my feet without regret
For crushing under foot
Some prized possession or still yet
Another gift kaput
I dream of space where basically
The rooms bid empty welcome
And corridors give passage free
Of rammel’s invasive kingdom.
Whiskey
Corrosive, amber, poison dram
Gnawing at liver’s health
Countless lives gone too soon
Stolen by lies and stealth
I know you well and will not yield
So try best to have your way
Your sirens’ call will fail to lure
I’m sure to win the day
But who can know your secret plan
What tricks you keep in store
To play on poor souls such as I
Who keep coming back for more.
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