(quatrain trilogy)
CARPE DIEM
Seize the Day when you go out to earn;
Grasp the Hour before passing minutes fade.
Capture the Moment, powerless to return.
Do Your Best Always; earn what you are paid.
FREE LOVE
You may give Love freely,
......
(kyrielle)
Some years ago, we purely by chance
met Al and Carol at a Friday dance.
And from that sunny encounter that Fall
we have pleasant memories to recall.
Her gentle sparkling blue eyes beguiled
and beamed the more whene’er she smiled.
So many attributes we could record;
......
I cannot express my soul in conversation,
as some polished people do.
I compose from solitary concentration
to convey my thoughts to you.
There’s advantage to that mode of expression,
those few remarks to you I jot.
You’ll recall my poetic dissertation;
conversation is soon forgot.
......
Accounts of the seven heavens are manifold.
Peopled by ancients, and by angels controlled.
Here is a description of the seven heavens
embraced, I’m told, by faithful Mohammedans:
The first heaven, consisting of pure silver bright,
holds angel warders who hang out the stars at night.
Each brilliant orb hung like lamp on golden chain;
it is where Adam and Eve now have their domain.
......
Trembling fragile forms, moored to gangly twigs,
undulate in beckoning oscillation.
Surging neighbored clusters of swishing verdant sprigs
shape a canopy in leafy constellation.
Both by sky and contrasting clouds caressed,
they shiver and vibrate on unseen stems.
Floating entities, affixed nonetheless,
like taps of impressionist color gems.
......
(quatrain trilogy)
CARPE DIEM
Seize the Day when you go out to earn;
Grasp the Hour before passing minutes fade.
Capture the Moment, powerless to return.
Do Your Best Always; earn what you are paid.
FREE LOVE
You may give Love freely,
......
Most poets write in shortful spurts,
(Departures are Evangeline and Shakespeare's works).
Now, why do poets write that way?
Why do they bother with contrived word play?
There's something about poetic style
that more easily makes people smile,
or cry, at times, it all depends
upon the poet's aims and ends.
......
Trembling fragile forms, moored to gangly twigs,
undulate in beckoning oscillation.
Surging neighbored clusters of swishing verdant sprigs
shape a canopy in leafy constellation.
Both by sky and contrasting clouds caressed,
they shiver and vibrate on unseen stems.
Floating entities, affixed nonetheless,
like taps of impressionist color gems.
......
Accounts of the seven heavens are manifold.
Peopled by ancients, and by angels controlled.
Here is a description of the seven heavens
embraced, I’m told, by faithful Mohammedans:
The first heaven, consisting of pure silver bright,
holds angel warders who hang out the stars at night.
Each brilliant orb hung like lamp on golden chain;
it is where Adam and Eve now have their domain.
......
I cannot express my soul in conversation,
as some polished people do.
I compose from solitary concentration
to convey my thoughts to you.
There’s advantage to that mode of expression,
those few remarks to you I jot.
You’ll recall my poetic dissertation;
conversation is soon forgot.
......