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Hovering On The Cusp Of Lunacy
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Hovering On The Cusp Of Lunacy |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana 
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 Yep . . . This one is a little long . . . Among the fiefdom of our many years The reaping of our deeds grows austere; We tread the earth expecting simple praise From colleagues who pace nearby in a daze. Man's lot is and forever will be the same Accept tribute for our good, our bad we blame The gods who make us toil and forever strive To make life meaningless and not get out alive. A young man, full of himself, shakes his fist Struts here and there looking for his first kiss Swaggers after as if he alone was so bestowed Filled with himself, testosterone doth flow. Muscles, solid and stiff as is his raging manhood Salutes all females as often as it possibly could No thought of the delights of making a home This stud is indestructible, he wants to roam. The springtime of our life is short and quick Summer blends into our psyche nice and slick We hardly discern a change in our busy life Our days are still carefree and without real strife. Warming our hearts, a time of measured lust Not so irrational in these days of heat and dust Finally we combine covetousness with a sad truth We're not really Superman inside a phone booth. But we ignore reality and rend our clothes away Our juices are still flowing so we stay in the fray We act at life and have fun each and every night Our would-be Superman forgets about Kryptonite. Soon summertime merges into the falling of fall Its time for our life's journey to lend us a shawl We find that we need to cover previous mistakes We try and we fail to quickly slam on the brakes. A time of life we began to fear what lies beyond So we clutter our world with pilfered junk bonds Kids and wife best dealt with by coming home late All of a sudden he finds the wife, she's not so great. So the autumn of our life is fraught with stress We look more and more at just how to rest Middle-aged now and still without a clue Of how, where, why, and what we must do. Ah, but winter descends like a great landslide Before we know it we're cast on our last ride The debris of so much trouble and discord Finds us actually thinking of falling on the sword. Sins of our past to God and to all of mankind We try to unravel because they're intertwined Within our hearts and thoughts and our core If we're honest to ourselves we have to abhor. It is hard to admit that our life has be fraught With misdemeanors and felonies not caught Except now we are going to meet our God With lies, treachery, an unforgiving façade. Death leers grotesquely like a great unknown Which demands obedience, it will not postpone But wait, can we at least hold it at temporary bay Until we make right the wrongs we did at play? Sadly we search for those for which to confess Our sins and ask them our souls to please bless Alas, but no, there is no one left for which to ask Each one you seek you find a rotting death mask. The moral? This tale is not so vain as to suggest How to live life, no, this is not a riddle or contest All that it expects is for the reader to contemplate Living their lives so you'll have a clean slate. ©October 18, 2003 / Houma, LA If they give you ruled paper write sideways. |
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EmmaRose Senior Member
since 2011-03-02
Posts 1376Midwest |
made me wince as I read it, wanted to close one eye wanting to duck from the sobriety of it all good stuff, real good, whether one finds herself in here or just rather not know for now write on poet friend  |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Many thanks, Emma, I was beginning to believe this was a poem which would never be commented on. I appreciate your thoughts. Very much. If they give you ruled paper write sideways. |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Yes, it's "life" Jerry and catches us all whether we like it or not. You describe it very well - and it had to be long to fit it all in. So, I enjoyed your poem right to the end and then maybe one day I'll say that I "enjoyed" life - perhaps not enough to want to do it all over again but who knows ...? |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
Wow my friend! This did have to be long to say all that had to be said, I wouldn't remove a single word. I can't believe you have had this gem tucked away. As always, you get to the nitty gritty in fine fashion. Thank you for sharing this with us. Lori |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Ahhh . . . You might want to redo this life, especially if you could retain and remember your mistakes. Thanks for your thoughts. If they give you ruled paper write sideways. |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
I appreciate your comments this morning, Lori, and a good morning to you. If they give you ruled paper write sideways. |
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