I, A Fool
I’m amazed, if not crazed, how days do slip away.
Nights and mornings trade places before I’ve had my say.
I busy myself with daily duties and the miniscule.
The torrid tasks allow no time to ask if I’m a fool.
A fool who falls for exigencies and rarely ever sees,
Afforded benefits wrought from passing opportunities.
A fool whose sole concern is gaining wealth and power,
Through any ways in countless days to the final hour.
A fool who places things ahead of people every time,
With no revulsion to convulsions if they generate a dime.
A fool who finally falls victim to life’s golden rule
That life speeds by and without love all the rest is cruel.
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Flowers Know
As the sun rises with its glorious glow,
Flowers awake because they know
They will be guided throughout the day
If they transfix on every ray.
So they smile and leave all beautified
With rainbow colors far and wide.
Their delicate pedals gaze at the sky,
Tracing the sun’s path as it passes by.
With evening’s approach they close their eyes
And patiently await next early rise.
Though their time to wilt is soon from birth,
Flowers know their place on this earth.
Their radiance gives life to a world often void
Of warmth they display since it’s seldom enjoyed.
So get acquainted with their momentary glow.
Appreciate this earth that flowers so well know.
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Your Stop
Approaching your stop along the way,
How do you act; what do you say?
Have you rushed ahead or let others pass,
Respecting all no matter their class?
That erroneous comment you overheard;
Did you tolerate it without a word?
Or was there a need to criticize,
Demonstrating to others that you are wise?
Will this journey be influenced by you;
Or are you just along to enjoy the view?
If there is conflict or a need to change,
Will you risk entering the fray to rearrange?
As your stop nears, what is your concern;
Fortunes of others or your own turn?
When your stop does arrive, will there be real pride
That it was, indeed, worth this all-too-short ride?
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The Fortune Of Misfortune
Tragedy or misfortune may have another side to behold.
Oft times they point to directions heretofore untold.
Life is so hurried with labors of the day
That there’s scarce a moment to consider another way.
There’s little time to decide if a chosen course is right
Since search for wealth has driven happiness out of sight.
Search for wealth becomes the powerful, unyielding master
Forcing sad, unthinking slaves to labor ever faster.
Then the fortune of misfortune strikes as all becomes strange.
Customs and thinking are confronted by airs of change.
Because of fear and uncertainty most fail to stay on course.
Winners redefine goals using such tragedy as their source.
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Volunteer To Be Happy
Sad things happen. Of this there's no doubt.
But that's not what this thought's all about.
When something goes wrong, most volunteer
To fall down and stop or stand up and cheer.
It's easy to fall when goblins are grand,
But there's something I don't understand.
And that's why some volunteer to be sad
For what could have been, since all is so bad.
Suns keep rising and there're always more springs,
So volunteer to be happy for these wondrous things.
Take off those shades and try a new style.
It's hard to feel bad when sporting a smile.
Why volunteer sadness when costs are so high?
It's like choosing death before having to die.
I guess only the lonely really know why.
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Life
MID A HOARD OF PARADOXES INDEED,
ENTWINED IN A SERIES OF CONTRADICTIONS,
BE CAREFUL TO TAKE UTMOST HEED.
AVOID ONE OF LIFE’S GREAT AFFLICTIONS.
NEVER NURTURE IMAGES OF SIMPLICITY’S LIE.
DON’T BATTLE CONTRADICTIONS THAT ARE REAL.
ESPOUSE THE CHANCE TO UNDERSTAND WHY
OR ACCEPT THEM ON FAITH AND WITH ZEAL.
PEOPLE AREN’T ALL GOOD NOR ARE THEY ALL BAD;
AS THE SUN THAT GIVES LIFE AND TAKES IT AWAY.
DON’T LET PARADOXES OR CONTRADITIONS BE SAD.
THEN HAPPINESS WILL RULE YOUR DAY.
BUT IF YOU DRINK FROM THE CUP OF SIMPLICITY,
REFUSING TO ACCEPT LIFE’S CONTRADICTIONS,
MOST SURELY YOU’LL BE ANGRY, SAD AND LONLEY,
PARADOXICALLY ONE OF LIFE’S GREAT AFFLICTIONS.
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Autumn Shades
All too soon autumn shades appear
As another summer’s end draws near.
Colors surrender to fall’s gold.
Smooth surfaces wither, warp and fold.
Amber amid bronze litters the sky
From leaves that dance and flutter by.
A few spots still hoard their green
Protesting the kaleidoscoping scene.
Sun’s yellow bows to a pale moon.
Dark night will rule the day so soon.
Brown splotches, then orange are found,
As sap hibernates ‘neath the ground.
The garden’s carpet is embossed
With remnants from an early frost,
Whose touch of icing in the night
Leaves a preview of winter’s white.
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World Energy Crisis
Supplying world energy needs is a great challenge of our time.
So as aspiring populations explode it would no doubt be a crime
Not to harness the atom, empower the waves, as we beckon the sun
To provide all peoples a chance to rise up and someday be someone.
Also power of the winds, along with landfill gas and fossil fuels
Will provide an energy hungry world with indispensable tools.
World population of one billion was not generated until the year 1804.
Today it takes only twelve years to add another billion or more.
By 2050 this growth will result in 8-12 billion and stupendous energy need.
So answers must be discovered everyday for this future world to succeed.
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Insecurity Insecurity
Insecurity, insecurity you won’t guide my life
As a dominating husband or ever nagging wife.
As my child I’ll not allow you to rudely interfere,
Reversing my role as parent hoping you’ll stay near.
Nor will you serve as a parent, who can’t leave me alone,
Making me wistful of my past and unsure of what I own.
Whether sister, brother or other, no one else will defame
My worth and sense of self for which only I lay claim.
Insecurity, insecurity the more I know myself the less you rule.
Seeing what is possible means you won’t make me your fool.
Only when I see my value through the mirror of my mind
Will I know of what I’m sure with its future that I’ll find.
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Regrets of A Dead Man
In this pine box I now regret all the things I didn’t do
Busy with myself, I never heard other points of view.
My world grew around me instead of the other way.
Now I’ve no chance to learn what that world had to say.
Just yesterday my world was teeming with forevers.
Then in an instant cruel fate severed my endeavors.
If I had another chance, how different I would be.
I’d be a part of other worlds and learn from what I see.
With time so precious, important things would be done.
My world could be for others with love, respect and fun.
But sadly here I lie hoping that there is a heaven’s gate,
Knowing my life could have been a heaven
But sadly it’s now all too late.
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