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!
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
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.
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.
What price would you put on a mother’s care?
For without your Mum, you wouldn’t be here
All helpless at birth, you arrived on this earth
Drawing your first breath of air
More work began then, for your dear Ma
If she was lucky, she was helped by Pa
Mum cleaned and fed, she made your bed
Loving you just as you are
Safe in her arms, the world held at bay
Teaching and nurturing you every day
You’d struggle to thrive, or even survive
Without her to show you the way
Think now how it was for her in that past
Back in a time that could not last
Mum did her best, she passed every test
As she watched you grow up, just too fast
When we see some drunken lout
Causing havoc to those about
What holds us back from a reprimanding shout?
Is it fear, or just self-doubt?
Alone, I marshal my thoughts, without hindrance or distraction
Singly, I right the world’s wrongs, bringing order to chaos
Selfishly, I revel in the lack of contradiction
Separately, I pine for company
Together, I need to fit in.
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