A Higher Force Demands

My life is ensconced
With the humdrum of each day.
To work, eat and recreate
Is my chosen way.

Money’s might molds my mentality.
Power’s pursuit my only reality
Then a greater force demands attention
And my priorities go askew.

Confusion and terror too much to mention
Now cloud my every point-of-view.
Life now seems much more precious.
Loved ones become my real wealth.

A fool I am to only know this
When a higher force demands my health.

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Funeral Reflections

In these sad moments as kind comments increased,
Not one was heard by the stoic deceased.
May be best to treat living as dead
By being sure nothing callous is said.

Remember their good points.
Discount their faults.
Beware of frivolous, picayune assaults.

Be glad for their presence as part of your life.
Stop what you’re doing in their moments of strife.
Stand at the crypt and vow to strive
To be kind to the living while they’re still alive.

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Diary Of A Maniac

Down a dark, dank road
Is the only way I can go
To share this insufferable load;
Then it won't hurt me so.

I worked hard and did my best,
But I'm on a losing trail.
Before another unjust test,
I never again will fail.

No one cares, but they will.
Friends are here with me alone.
My desires I'll soon fulfill.
Then I'll be well known.

I'm at a point beyond return.
There's no reason to go on.
So I'll make them have concern
Before my life is gone.

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Integrity

As if a golden grain of sand
That is lost to the hand,
When integrity is gone forever,
It severs a chance to extol
The state of being whole.

Then perfection’s fate
Is no longer open to debate,
Since the tragic selection
Is integrity’s imperfection.
Protect every precious grain

With principles that reign
And guide the astute
Who know that integrity is not
Relative, but always absolute
Nothing less than
The very essence of petrescence.

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Brown Eyed Beauty

My Brown Eyed Beauty what’s there to say?

You’re “The Best”, “The Most” in every way!

There are no words in any nomenclature

That can describe how you have beaten nature.

Every year you are more gorgeous than before.

Every year I’m so thankful and love you more.

Forever is not a long enough time span;

I need more time to be your grateful man.

Happy Birthday Deb, you awesome beauty!

I can’t believe God has given you to me!

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January Once More

Last year has come and gone.
Now a blanket covers a once green lawn.
A prime time for New Year’s resolutions
Though most will be brief in executions.

Seems like only yesterday
When the last January made its way.
Now another appears for a short stay
Before eleven months are blown away.

In spite of all the cold and snow,
Enjoy this time no matter where you go.
Delight in the joys of January
Since like all things in life, it’s temporary.

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Life's A Point of View

Life offers two poles - two roles.
One beginning, grinning, winning.
One refusing, abusing, losing.

Each looks through their scope
With hope that their vision is right.
A clear, focused lens views bright.
One closed results in failing sight.

Some are aware and don't care.
For most of the rest the test is too great.
But a rare few do know and dare.
To those must go unending praise,
For their days are each born anew.
Their genius? That right point of view!

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September Quandary

Thirty days does have September,

But there's one thing I don't remember.

What happened to those eight other months?

I know I must appear a dunce, but…

All this time couldn't pass me by I don't believe,

While I celebrated last year's New Year's Eve.

Then before I could make it to New Year's Day,

Exactly 243 days of this year have passed away.

Never again will this calendar inhibit my sight.

People and experiences will be focused delight.

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Ebullience, Ebullience

Ebullience, ebullience your influence
Obviates obstreperous foes.
You are a perspicacious cudgel
Harboring the erudite from fatuous woes.

If ebullience characterizes a place,
Then truculence is left with no space.
As alacrity influences each choice,
It stifles all attempts by acrimony’s voice.

Though these words may seem strange,
Truculence and acrimony always arrange
To instigate a tremulous, maudlin milieu,
Vitiating a once ebullient point of view.

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Poet Begging Death

When death came a calling,
I said, “There’s no one there.”
When it pressed for an answer,
I said, “It isn’t fair.”
“Not fair when I have so much
Poetry to give.”
“If I’m gone my lost lines will
Have no chance to live.”
For time being death has taken a break.
I’m not certain if it’s just tired,
Or paused for my poetic sake.
One thing I do know, and that’s for sure.
Again death will come a calling,
And then I fear won’t demur.

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