An instant ago This moment was the future Unknown, unknowable, mysterious An instant from now This moment will be the past Late, lamented, useless But…is this moment all there is? A billion years ago This Earth was a speck of dust Unknown, unknowable, mysterious A billion years from now This Earth will be a charred cinder Late, lamented, useless But…is this Earth all there is? Three score years ago I was born with not even a name Unknown, unknowable, mysterious Just a few years from now I will die leaving a fistful of ash Late, lamented, useless But…is my life all there is?
Poetry is a fervent prayer To the gods of inspiration Poetry is an ardent appeal To the powers of imagination Poetry is emotions that crawl Out of you and raise their heads Poetry is piercing pain That wants to tear your heart to shreds Poetry is the palpitation Of man’s agonizing existence Poetry is the evidence Of man’s excruciating experience Poetry is the plaintive wail Of the mind’s unmet expectations Poetry is the towering crescendo Of the soul’s reverberations Poetry is the passionate petition For alms - of the right word Poetry is the midnight machinations Of the crazy and the absurd Poetry is the lotus flower That blooms in life’s murky morass Poetry is the pretty picture The poet sees in his looking glass Poetry is the portrait The poet paints with his potent quill Poetry is the essence of life Which only the poet can distill Poetry is the playful whimsy That brings a smile to your face Poetry is the magic spell That makes you forget time and space Poetry is the silver moonlight That shines on us all Poetry is the beautiful dream That does not wait for night to fall
I love listening to the Blues The guitar that whimpers with the pangs of heartache Appears to want to swallow me whole sometimes Yet other times it drenches me, douses me Inundates me like a sudden summer shower And puts out the flames that burn in my heart The simple music of slaves and sharecroppers From the cotton fields of the Deep South No flights of fancy No towering verses No scintillating similes No magnificent metaphors Only the plaintive wails Of hopes that were lost And dreams that were shattered Sometimes it seems like those twelve bars Will tear me apart, take away my life And yet they bring with them the message Of man’s capacity to suffer and survive Soon, my melancholy takes flight Soon, the smile returns to my face Soon, once again, I become what I am A very lucky man
Here lie the ruins Of a once great civilization Wonder what vicious volcano shrouded it Under its burning lava-filled ashes Here lie the ruins Of a once vibrant community Wonder what calamitous earthquake reduced it To a lifeless heap of rubble Here lie the ruins Of a once magnificent ancient city Wonder what great flood buried it Under its black blanket of silt Here lie the ruins Of a once affectionate friendship Wonder what wanton betrayal shattered it Into a million sharp shards of indifference Here lie the ruins Of a once loving marriage Wonder what careless indiscretion ignited it Into a raging flame of distrust Here lie the ruins Of a once productive life Wonder what quotidian erosion razed it Into a vast wasteland of self-loathing