SWEET FLIRT
Listen! unrequited love is not love,
For reciprocal, true love ought to be,
Yet to love and to be loved is love;
And equivocal, lover’s feelings needn’t be,
So respect my feelings and tell me:
Do you love me or not, oh sweet flirt?
For your tempting poses confuse me.
Yet your enticing beauty I can’t skirt.
How long must this feeling go on?
You’ve whetted my appetite for far too long
Yet your seductive stunts go on and on.
Your on-and-off attitude has become a pong.
So I took a good long look at myself
And I decided to tell, to tell you this:
For your sake I keep on hurting myself
Since your inviting lure I couldn’t miss
For how can I resist your unique charm
When I am attracted to you like a needle
In the presence of a magnet? There’s no charm
As potent as your looks; you’re a riddle.
Yet the attention you gave me was wanting
So I waited all this while for improvement
Even so, you described my effort as wanting
At least, just consider my bathetic statement
And gladly give me a deserving response.
For my feelings for you is right and real
And to your query here is my response:
One of the wandering wantons I’m not; I’m real.
WHAT DID THEY LEAVE BEHIND?
They
came
before
us,
Yet
some lived
beyond
us.
Among
those who lived
beyond
us
were
those who thought
beyond
us.
Among
those who thought
beyond
us
were
those who had
vision,
passion,
mission,
compassion;
Soaked
in hope,
they
braved the odds;
Flooded
in faith,
they
dared the uncharted;
Engulfed
in love,
they
cowed their fears.
We
saw them not
yet
we see their deeds.
They
died before us
yet
they live after us.
They
took from us nothing
yet
they gave us everything.
We
know them as:
heroes,
avant-garde,
the
sharp end,
frontiers
people,
the
leading edge,
the
great thinkers
Their
deeds are their accolades.
Though
mortals,
they
immortalized their names.
Though
handicapped,
they
trimmed enlightenment
Though
oblivious of our current needs,
they
laid the foundation of our success,
And
at the dawn of our civilization
they
stretched and pushed back
the
frontiers of life,
the
frontiers of life herself
like
the blind bat who flies at night,
they
had vision in darkness
like
the stars that light our night,
they
shone best in darkness
they
dandled civilizations
on
the lap of crude technology
they
used inspiration received
from
nature
to
conceive ideas to deceive
the
doubting future
They
did all this at their peril …
A
day will come
when
posterity will look back
and
ask: what did they leave behind?
The
‘they’ will be you and me!
NO
CONDITION IS PERMANENT
The caterpillar will not eat leaves
forever,
for
there is a butterfly that must fly;
the
tailed tadpole will not swim forever,
for
there is a frog that must hop;
and
I guess they know this too:
‘no
condition is permanent’
The Ants know best,
yet
they do not rest
until
they stock their store;
for they’ve
seen the rains before
and;
‘no condition is permanent’
The
sun will rise again
the
sun will set again
the
rain will fall again
the
sun will shine again
still;
‘no condition is permanent’.
The
slave might mount the throne,
the
prince might tend the goats,
the
messenger might send the boss,
the
boss might bear the messages
yet;
‘no condition is permanent’.
Now,
I am eating
now,
you are starving
later,
you will be eating,
later,
I will be starving;
for
‘no condition is permanent’
I
know you know
my
tears will not last;
you
know I know
your
laughter is transient
for
‘no condition is permanent’
‘No
condition is permanent’
so
wake up; and bathe; and eat
and
work; and eat again; and re-bathe
and
when you are done—sleep!
‘for no condition is permanent’
CONTENTMENT
I
was yet young when I was told
‘Marry
content and be happy’
I
regarded this advice as gold
And
yet it still sounded creepy
Nevertheless
the old saying still holds
Out
of the frying pan into the fire
Man
will take things for granted,
Perhaps
due to their bloated pride,
Just
to see their actions perfected.
They
may even do this on the side
And
yet, the old saying still holds
Out
of the frying pan into the fire
The
greedy will ignore this truth
For
their insatiable needs must be met
Hence
they futilely wander on earth
And
strive after things they’ll never get
However,
the old saying still holds
Out
of the frying pan into the fire
It’s
expedient to ignore certain blunders
Yet
it’s human to try to right a wrong.
Is it always useful to do this, oh our elders?
Do
not hesitate to caution your young
Since
the old saying still holds
Out
of the frying pan into the fire
A
man, who’s desirous, will forever bear
Ungrateful
youth with a greedy wife
And
since their youth mature without fear
They
carelessly rush through life
Oblivious
of the old truth that still holds
Out
of the frying pan into the fire
VANITY
From
the cradle to the grave,
This
and that ‘man’ will crave
Yet
when their brief time expires
And
their lungs no more respires
Within
the earth with worms they dwell
From
the cradle to the grave,
The
storms of life man must brave
This
they must do in order to survive
Amidst
the harsh reality of life or dive
Abruptly
into the cold grave they dwell
From
the cradle to the grave,
People
deemed dear ‘man’ will love
Yet
others, unbeknown to them, they hate
This
might lead them to their tragic fate
Or
the graded grave they’ll finally dwell
From
the cradle to the grave,
About
their vain gains ‘man’ will rave
As
if on them their entire survivals depend
Yet
when suddenly their dreaded toils end
Nothing
they take to the grave they dwell.
From
the cradle to the grave,
Whether
they will succeed or not,
In
their own wisdom, ‘man’ knows not.
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