Poetry On Life

Marriages, today, are of all kinds Some short-lived, some lasting, Some that bring Happiness's And, some that deliver a pasting. Gender too , not automatic For, Time evolves and so do we, What the Lord above intended Only He knows, the rest a mystery. Choice is choice, so must be free Why must I fancy what you do, To each his/her own, not debatable And that, indeed, is very true. The most colo...

 If, ifs were horses we’d all ride All apparent there’d be nothing to hide, We might all be truly one, you know For there’d be nothing that would us, divide.   No hunches, no unfair punches All black and white, no grays around, No whispers, no glances, no false step dances No winks, no signs, just normal sound.   No daggers drawn All equal, there’d be no pawn, Nights, too, would then be restful...

Kind words do a fragrance leave, Long after you've gone, Smell the hands of the rose- seller, At night and then at dawn.   Sunset lives in memory, The orange lingers on, To dispel the darkness of the night, Long after the sun's gone.   When by storms you’re struck at sea, There's little you can do, Except to place your hopes and faith, In God and your hands two.   Walk the morning dew...

O, how mellow the reverberations Of the words that pierce the heart When, the Tongue, all sweet and suave Gently, plays its given part.   No nicer perfume, no gentler scent Than the whiffs of those lovely words, That the silent beauty of the morning Break, like the chirping of those little birds.   Such is Love, all mushed- up The tongue its helpless creature, At its mercy, beck and call No nicer...

 I tell myself to not go cynical And, try find reasons for smile and cheer For, Life really has no other purpose And that, to me is crystal clear.   Accident or otherwise, is all belief Why are we here, for a century, about, Destiny, too, is Man’s coinage, perhaps Belief again, accept or shout.   Too much knowledge can be dangerous Skills are good and also bad, There was a time, not long ago When...

 What is Love and why revered Then cast aside as detritus, Why do some believe in God And, the rest don’t sit beside us,   When nothing divides one from the other Then, why do we create boundaries, Offensive, these, must be to the Lord Will He also, one day, need a Visa, please   Tell us, you supposed “wise guys” Those we put in power, For you to then in glory display The sham, stupidity and ava...

The Land of Fairies in the woods The green around was awesome, That land, alas, lay all within me When I was sad and lonesome.   I could then well meander Like the river’s bends and curves And, traipse through life merrily Dealing with what it serves.   When Wish and Will in unison walk The outcome is rewarding, When the battle lies all within us The fight is, truly, enervating.   There is no grea...

Empathy  If you can’t smell the Rain How will you ever feel the pain Of the clouds in the skies And, their tears when they rain   Empathy, is nothing more Ask the sands on the shore, They will tell you loud and clear From a million miles, they hear the roar.   When we can feel another’s beat Of that heart and its rhythm sweet, Is when we know proximity Its warmth and its warming heat.   God is a...

The only thing that lasts is the  Past The Present evanescent, the Future unknown, Time has wings, all things are temporal Before we know it, it's forever, flown.   Time waits for no one, we know that Fluid, as are the waters that flow, Under or over bridges all ‘Tis neither fast nor is it slow   Relative, it is to all things alive Man ,Beast, Bees in the hive, To Father Time they all succumb...

While away Time   In this mad, crazy, world of today Where no one has time for another, While it away, by the riverside And choose, if you will, the evening tide.   Find the Time, then while it away Paradoxical, as it may seem, Just as sleep we need to rejuvenate And, happily, blissfully, dream.   When clouds hover above the mountains On a breezy, rainy, day, What better way than to saunter along...

 I’m a fighter, a survivor And, I like my odds, I can never beat Life But will run it to the end.   ‘Tis a one- way street No bets on return, The end is the river And the ashes in urn   But, why think of the end It’s the same for all, There’s a life to live, and Off the cliff we all fall   Till then, we must climb Slippages on the way, From Sunrise to Sunset Is a nice long day,   Night was made...

Are all things fake, is anything real Humans included, their emotions too, Up for grabs or up for sale That’s reality, two by two The smile’s a lure Nothing’s pure, Its all allure Just dazzle, for sure Nostalgia’s history And, that’s a bore, Our neighbours next door May well be a spies So, watch what they do Keep open your eyes, The world of today Is made up of lies, Can’t rely on any one Not even...

There is a major decline In things that I can now do, Time’s flown a million miles Tough, but very true   Can’t flog honesty, can we Bury or burn it, ‘Twill, always, rise from the ashes And, eat away the lies bit by bit    Life’s end is all nostalgic A lifelong dream, if you will, A Sunrise, a Sunset, not much more ‘Cause life’s had its full, fill   But, Hope lives on and must do so Remain, wildl...

That Old Man River He keeps on flowing And, Time moves on There is no slowing, That’s the way things are And, they’ll always be For, Times will change eternally. The yearnings within For, the days gone by, No clouds overhead Always blue the sky, The love for the past Childhood and more Alas! Things don’t last As we move along the shore. So, moving with the times Is the wise thing to do, Clinging t...

Does everything have a structure Are we all the sum of parts, An amalgam of complexities Kind and sordid hearts. Does Time, too, have an anatomy Open to a study of it, Its ups and downs, its uneven pace Times dark and brightly lit. Time moves on, then stands still Or, so we often feel Like, when we a few precious moments Set aside, that begin to feel like a steal. Nothing on its own does Time seem...

How troubled seems the world today Rent, beyond apparent repair, Torn, the fabric of humanity Man, in the grip of lasting despair. Divided, stands the Indivisible The “One” beyond the stars and skies Split, to suit vested interests He, must now be full of remorse and sighs. Mammon, the only God now In a very different game, Not long before we give Him A more relevant, brand new name. It’s such a m...

The Sun will set, never mind what How else will it rise again? If we don’t write what comes to mind What use the golden Pen? One word best describes the world None other than Dust, All’s fair in love and war, and Acceptance is a must. An invisible thread it is That connects things, surreptitiously, Life’s crossword puzzle Resolves, so mysteriously. Peddling paranoia In the garb of genuine fears, F...

When bells don’t chime And, words don’t rhyme, When warmth’s not part Of your daily clime, When winter loves you To your core And, howling winds Hit your shore, When glowing hearths Are dying embers, The mind a blank That nothing remembers, When all you think Is of the past, And hope this winter’s Not the last, When Spring Eternal Are empty words, The trees all bare Migratory the birds, Where do y...

Strange is human history Strange, indeed, is Man’s story, Strange, the closet in the body That stores the thing called Memory. Strange, how things get passed on Even DNA , long after we’ve gone, Strange, how beliefs get entrenched How we fawn when we act as Pawn. Atavistic fears that have no reason Beliefs, that get labelled as treason, All because habit turns stronger than steel  You can’t b...

If wishes were horses Till the end of Time, I’d still be trawling Through my book of rhyme, There’d be Black Sheep and Baa Baa And, of course, Jack ‘n Jill, Bleating to the top Of the, craggy, old hill. There’d be Jack in the corner And, Mary’s little lamb, Stars twinkling in the skies Eating strawberries and Jam. If incessant were the rain I’d ask it to go away, Give me a break, O Shower Come ano...

A microcosm of the world No more, is each one of us, Boarding at different times and places The same old Life’s bus. A little paint, a stroke of the brush Life’s canvas says it all, Colours and hues are all there The mountain top, the precipitous fall. The moments of joy, unsullied The grim face of misery and blues, Black, white and colour everywhere Choppy, the seas of life’s cruise. A merry-go-r...

You may be pretty But, not perfumed So what? A glowing Rose But, with thorns So what? Not handsome as a brother Nor pretty as a sister So what? Not rich as another Nor, as lucky So what? Not white as another Coloured, perhaps So what? Own an island All hamlets yours So what? Puzzled, Lost At the Crossroads So what? Don’t meet expectations Fall short of the mark So what? If you spill some beans Soi...

Give me silence and I'll give thee night, Give me darkness and I'll give thee light, Thus spake the Man of words few, For he understood, he knew. Give me thorns and I'll give thee roses, Give me faces and I'll give thee poses, For man is naught but an amalgam strange, Of good and bad, all within range.. He who sins is, perhaps, sinner not, A helpless he, that being his lot, Fate conspires to let h...

I love the sight of paper boats Sailing in the tub, No sounds, no din, so peacefully unreal Aye, there's the human rub, For unless there is tumult and more And the heart beats at its max, Life today seems insecure Without the phone and fax. As if our ancestors didn't live Or their lives were then a bore, Cos all they had was love to give, And the anchor of a shore. But times have changed so much t...

All that’s pretty may not smell nice As, Handsome is what it does, All we say may not be fact There’s double Dutch and Greek buzz. Many a slip ‘tween the cup and the lip Distances, can so disarming be, Closeness, never defined by the yard The end of life is no mystery. Everything green across the wall Reveals one’s own state of mind, Who ever barges into a neighbor's home Might very different thin...