ETERNITY A sand crab scurries along the beach Oh, what lessons it could teach Innocent and unfazed Paying no attention to my gaze Long ago, I walked upon this shore A young man, wanting for nothing more Yet, now I stand here feeling so alone Seeking inspiration, my soul to atone Toward the sea, I stare past the pier As the sun looms near the edge so clear Infinity revealed before my eyes Orange and yellow hues; my lovely, only prize I muse now, surrounded by eternity Hidden in an ocean’s swell’s certainty Cranes swooping down unbound With their taunting, mournful sounds A few clouds gathering up high I sense a rainstorm is nigh A certain sadness now I feel This power of nature becomes all too real MOM REMEMBERED I hold in my hands a thick crystal vase Its glass deeply etched with gleaming flowers Within that vase, I still see her smiling face The image that had welcomed me into this world Hot, baking summers that would burn any soul Travel slowly down the shallow path into fall Swirling crimson leaves of fall fill the sky As naked trees give birth to winter. A mound of snow gradually grows tall; beautiful but so cold As months pass, it slowly melts to paint a gleam of green Soon, tiny birds fill the air with their enchanting chirps As blooms bright and fragrant appear on branches by a stream I still remember her laughing face Skin as smooth as silk With eyes of mothering blue To mimic the azure sky above Tears shed both in joy and pain Words both spoken and never said Giggles shared in happy times Embraces exchanged in times of want, of need So many days, so many nights Months, years, and soon a decade Passed away into the ether of time A slow tempo, yet beating so fast Immortality relinquished to reality The smile of nature that offers relief Yet, so harsh, a brutal robbing Of things that I treasured most Reality as cold as stone Yet, as warm as a summer’s day For in my mind I will always feel Her warm touch, forever to love and to comfort EIGHT POUNDS OF LOVE Glowing eyes, like orbs from heaven Earthbound, envelop me with love Here to soothe and comfort my soul —My precious little Chihuahua Sir Galahad prefers “Sir G” Reborn from years long, long ago Passed down through the ether of time Resides by me every day Noble, innocent, and loyal Vastly superior to man No deceit nor malice nor hate Inviting as a cool spring breeze Wars, religions, and politics Define the human condition Fuel cauldrons mixed with love and hate Fear escalated history Yet, my little boy simply smiles Asks only for love and some food Needs so basic with no contempt Tells me, “You are mine; I am yours” TERROR UNLEASHED Rabid dogs roam the streets Parents and children huddled in fear Foaming dogs’ mouths indicate their plight A town locked down in horror Years of agoraphobia constrain A young girl who sees bright blooms outside Her heart races like a locomotive As she secures the deadbolt on the door inside A student stands in front of the crowd Words struggle to escape her mouth Her heart bolting like a ticking bomb Embarrassment and despair cloud her mind The convicted man peers at his ‘last meal’ Savory and delicious; even garnished with a rose Yet, his stomach churns as a numbness fills his mouth Thoughts of tomorrow make his soul so morose It is a day passed away, long ago A Jew cowers in a concentration camp Will tomorrow mark the bitter end? Cast into a chamber to suffer a horrific demise A virus now blankets the world Looking into every corner, every crevice No one spared the risk of infection The world slowly grinds to a total halt Is anyone really at fault? Through the clerestory window up high Rays of sun lightly, gently pierce Prayers hurled skywards as pain envelops Will hope someday perhaps return? Peace at last? Or is this only an empty dream? A DRUNKEN NIGHT IN THE BIG EASY Opalescent mists wafting down
Cast iron rails growing slippery Bourbon lies quiet beneath my balcony Debris flung in disarray Broken beer bottles; beads and more beads Large beads, small beads Round beads, crushed beads Ropes of beads in many colors Vapors rise from cooling pavement Ghosts float silently by The stench of vomit rises Good times pushed too far Gone are last night’s throngs A few boys dance their tap routine A wheelchair glides slowly by Homeless man with dog in the shadows A street so symbolic of life A short adventure doomed to end Revelry captivates in the moment Leaving an emptiness hard to explain Haunting aromas of good times passed Memories flicker in my mind Realities stored; or perhaps mirages Yet, something to hold on to Cycles of life to repeat over and over A path short, destined to end The rains pelt harder and harder I retreat back into my room Falling quickly into my bed Hoping slumber will drown my confusion
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