Posts filed under ‘POEMS AND FLEETING THOUGHTS’
A SAD POEM
This poem is based on an incident I cannot forget.
Grandpa, while on a cruise ship held his granddaughter
on the edge of a window looking out on the ocean.
The eighteen-month old child struggled and grandpa
lost his grip. And the child plummeted.
I cannot imagine what the remainder of the cruise
Was like for this family,
Guilt, sorrow and the hate, all these emotions
generated on a relaxing vacation.
I cannot imagine the thoughts this child had
as she fell, sure there was safety waiting for her.
THE THOUGHTS OF A CHILD
The child’s thoughts
Falling,
Sure welcoming arms
Awaited her,
The child’s thoughts,
The mystery of this event,
Too young
To make this lonely journey,
Waiting for safety
As you fall
Into the sea,
Into the abyss
To which we all must journey.
POEMS & FLEETING THOUGHTS
FEAR
I am not afraid d
Of dying,
What I fear most
Is not living.
REALITY
Death is an
Important moment
Of life,
Not because
You are gone,
But because
Your days
Of accomplishing
Are over.
These two pieces were written with the thoughts of how
we are constantly told what to do to prolong life.
But in reality, the prolonged life may be a life of
little value.
Old age does take its toll.
And some thoughts when you achieve an age
you can’t believe are in conflict with the past
and present.
POEMS & FLEETING THOUGHTS
TRAGEDY AND GREED
Planes crash,
People die,
And industry
Gets slapped
On the wrist.
POEMS & FLEETING THOUGHTS
OUR FATE
We are nothing but a life-form created to appreciate that life, appreciate all life.
We have failed.
Through ignorance and greed, we have chosen profit before compassion.
destroying our world without concern for the implications.
Better luck next time.
POEMS & FLEETING THOUGHTS
VALUE
When you can buy
Anything you desire
Those possessions
No longer have
Value.
Life’s Cycle
When young
You reach
To the future,
In old age
The reach is done,
Now,
The waiting begins.
POEMS & FLEETING THOUGHTS
When you can purchase whatever you desire
Those possessions no longer
Have value.p
POEMS AND FLEETING THOUGHTS: THE HUMANITY OF MISTAKES.
Have you ever made a mistake and said, “I’m only human?”
Being a writer of science fiction, my mind dwelled on the phrase.
Who knows why?
Of course at this point I let my imagination take over, conquering rational thought. I pictured an expedition to a distant planet much like ours. They landed and found no occupants. After months of searching one of the team found a document explaining the demise of the civilization. “We were a race of perfection. No mistakes were ever made. Eventually, we die of boredom.
POEMS & FLEETING THOUGHTS
THE 50 YEAR HIGH SCHOOL REUNION
Recently, about a year ago or so I was invited to the reunion of the 50th anniversary of my high school graduating class. Called by a guy I vaguely remembered, we talked about our lives and about my attendance. I said I would not.
Here are the reasons.
I had a crush on a few girls. Admiring their slender bodies, those wonderful maturing bodies with developing breasts and legs of infinite beauty. I shared friendships with guys who shared my interests. We all were young looking to the future.
Honestly, I do not want to know if those young, hopeful classmates fulfilled their dreams. How the world treated their hopes. I do not want to know of the failed marriages, the disappointing careers, the lives spent in no way matching what they planned. And perhaps I do not want them to know how my life and dreams came to fruition not planned.
Avoiding the reunion, gives me the opportunity to preserve the memory of those youthful smiles, faces full of hope and dreams. I do not want those visions erased by the reality of the elderly remnants of a past gone. And foremost, I do want the knowledge of those who have died.
This is a weakness.
When I have a dear friend dying, I visit while we can talk about passed experiences. While we can talk about life but never their thoughts of what comes next.
I have no desire to gaze upon the reality of life while remembering the past while those I held dear are they nothing but shells waiting for the end. I want to remember them, all of them, with eyes to the future, not how that future dealt with their dreams.
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