On my life’s path not much time left
but got all the time in the moment
so primed still & ready to heft
& to welcome Life’s next bestowment
Right now am feeling far from done
never mind how long my run
The wonder here & yonder
As we watch the sky
beyond the crowds
wonder how & why
the racing clouds
In ceaseless encore
the ocean waves
keep crashing onshore
to rousing raves
The horizon
edges the ocean
no surprise in
nature made motion
O, the wonder
here & yonder
Should’ve been iconoclastic about plastic
Reigned briefly
did Humankind
Brawled chiefly
left mess behind
Our actions capricious
in predicament drastic
piled garbage pernicious
stifling planet in plastic!
While us Humans quick in verbal comeback
we’re reluctant being told to cut back
Would it kill God if for once when he spoke he’d include a joke?
Watch us when milling around
in misapplied gumption
rushing ragged always bound
up in pride, presumption
For once when God spoke
of our earthly rampage
did God share a joke
our burden to assuage?
Once in a while is my humble belief
that us poor humans could use some relief
In stillness we may be taught
In stillness we need not strive for more
as its wind embraces in warm whisper
The past doesn’t whimper, future doesn’t roar
Thoughts may blur, while emotions feel crisper
Into stillness we’re gladly brought
it’s a place where we may be taught
Pavement coarse on Life’s course
Even when finding
pavement coarse
and street lights blinding
on Life’s course
might as well let it run it’s course
as not much we can change, of course
Carried away by passion: an obstacle to ration
First Humans by God created
but then God decided to outsource
which turned out largely ill-fated
caused overpopulation of course
It blurred the line
of procreation
would more incline
to recreation
Is the purpose of Human Life
mainly to create more life
bringing more humans into strife
to suffering ever more rife?
As being swept away by passion
always an obstacle to ration
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first humans = Adam & Eve
The ramshackle shack emits such pained yack
My poor aging body
a ramshackle shack
Now worn down & shoddy
emitting pained yack
Whenever it moves around
ailments reveal therein
Feels beat down, close to breakdown
that’s life of the has-been
Now it’s only left for us to treasure
how in our prime it bestowed such pleasure
After beaten black-and-blue escape got overdue
Careless years blown dissipated
lived ignorant of too much
Dull days closed down desolated
leaned too hard on booze’s crutch
I kept on churning on shallow laps
around & around & again
’til sounded inexorably taps:
Plainly mundane, nothing arcane!
For true happiness I’d sung in vain
ignorant of another refrain
Dawn finds me, if at all, a mere pawn
Dawn fades in auspiciously
that’s how Universe turns
Doesn’t flow in capriciously
by how emotions churn
How to know this with certitude?
While I can’t know if am I
mere prisoner to attitude
bestowed when, by whom & why?
Surely I can’t be such big of a deal
that the very sunrise knows how I feel?