Riches and fame,
      seldom the game.
Contentment and pride,
       still a good ride.

Forever the march
   of numbers go.
Endless the universe,
   it seems so.
Finite seems life,
   do we know?
Without sentient beings
   does it matter though?

In "these days" I consider
it luck, if the the movie
I stream doesn't use F-word.

In the "good old days"
I'd get a back hand hit,
if I ever said S-word.

My grandma, would give a,
Biblical slam, if I muttered,
D-word.

Someone's fetching a switch.
if I called, my sister a B-word

Yet in the "old days" I
do recall my black
friend, braying like a
donkey, calling me H-word,
and we would snicker, when
I called him N-word.

Genocides,
   Both sides,
     Hostage Prize,
       Tunnel Spies,
         Rocket Skies,
          Towns Demise,
  Hunger Rise,
     Leaders Lies,
      Religions Despise,
       Anger Flies,
         Trade Plies,
          Government
            Tries,
             Reason Dies,
                God Cries.

The ability given to humans
      To hold,
Has given comfort, strife,
       and marvels untold.

The death of a loved one,
    effects the souls symmetry.
When the scale of life, tips
     from, knowing to memory.

Arguing a belief till your face turns blue,
    Doesn't necessarily make it true.

All men are created equal. He said.
She raised her eyes, and shook her head.

The wonders of nature,
    that so attract,
are made by forces under,
    constant attack.
The wonders of humans,
      the world begat,
when together they said,
      we can build that.

I Cheer,
     For less Fear,
           In the coming Year.

Those who have, lived the pain,
       Most qualified, to explain.

A honest belief,
  Can bring relief,
    While causing
       grief.
        May effects,
         be brief.

So many of you with that
        10watt mass in your head.
Can generate so much,  
          out there, to be read.
Garnering likes, loves, and
          repost, that spread.
Making me post, my attempts,
          with a sense of dread.
Hopefully pushing my own
           wattage to a "nine."
I can manage, to generate,
            a usable line.
Afraid my watts, don't know
            what's unless I rhyme.
Again I'm afraid, I've wasted,
            everyone's time.

Have you faced the
  soul crushing reality,
of a time you will no
  longer be.
What the memories
  those left behind
   will see?

It seems, human
  "civilizations,"
     only plan,
       to sacrifice
         their soul,
           and riches,
             to harm their,
               fellow man.

Now I lay me down too sleep,
   I pray my pills, the pain,
      away will keep.
May I slumber a little before,
   the spouse puts down the book,
     and begins to snore.
May my coverage, hit the spot,
     not to cold, not to hot.
May I make it through the hour of wee,
     without having to get up
        and ***.
May I add to that, the neighbors
        dog doesn't, see a cat.
At my age, any bedtime
        wish list, I make,
          I must add,
             that I, "awake".

Do you remember, the "BEST"
     Poem you ever Read,
the one that, to your love
     of Poetry, it led?
Did it set you upon your quest,
     to write a Poem to pass the test,
       of being someone else's,
            "BEST"?

When the power goes out,
     there is no doubt.
How dependent, we be,
     on our electricity.

Don't you just
      hate it,
Everything now,
      so complicated.

Jimmy, was the Worlds,
      Great Gimmy.

Doctors and lasers, have
    returned to my sight,
A vision of my world,
    so focused and bright.
Oh how, I wish that
    they could find.
Something that worked
     as well, with my mind.

My best play,
   On many a day,
       What, I didn't say.

A memorable night.
     Anniversary cruise,
        down the Danube,
          with Budapest alight.

I remember with a sigh,
     those days, gone by.
When someone told
      a lie,
the teller, we would
       decry.

The mind, determines, who is me.
       The heart, determines, how long I'll be.

Align, insert.
      In and again,
              Till squirt.

Hurried
   Blurried,
     Wide
        Eyed,
          Attraction
            Action,
              Ending
                Sending,
                  Bedding
                    Shedding.

From a distance, the heart knew,
   I was her guy.
Up close, the heart beating,
   made me, to shy.
Looking back, the heart
    regretted,
  I walked by.

As I see it, the would
       be poets
           prime mission.
To leave their
         take, on the
             human condition.
Like no two snowflakes,
          in light flurry, or
               blizzard, the same.
No two earth bound
           humans ever played,
                an identical game.
Giving to the future
            our feelings
                 from the past.
Seems a most
             noble, present
                   day task.

No matter how much
     the body needs it sleep,
It's impossible when the brain,
       needs to speak.

Let's go the speed limit, and patiently wait,
  said no one ever, on a U.S. Interstate.

Mankind struts, across the earth,
              believing himself so wise.

Like the crowing bird, sure his voice,
                has made the sun rise.

As your yesterday's continue to pile,
   may most, be remembered with a smile.

Why did I always have a fold
        In my Mad magazine?
Because Al's irreverent art work
        just had to be seen.

Go to school, don't play the fool.
    Before you know it, you may be a poet.

The problems of the World as "I" see.
    Not enough of "You" think like "Me."

To be, or not to be, no longer
         poetrys  most important question.
But, whether written by human or,
          human, CGI suggestion.

The task, Wear a mask.

Let me be! Land of free!

Get a shot? Toss a lot?

Still a fear, For those dear.

What to do?  Life askew.

Head in sand, Many best plan.

Why this strife? The game of life.

I awaken in the dark of night,
     To a stark and chilling sight.
         11:34 reflecting the alarms red light.

I hope there will be a future, "while"

Where the pain will ease,

and I remember your smile.

Pledge allegiance to the,
     Red,White, and Blue.
Not to the grievance of,
      Left, Right, and Untrue.

I Will,
Using only ordinary words, arranged just right.
slip through your eyes, and sense of light.
Enter your imagination, with what I write.

If you want to write a poem,
         about being angry.
             You need to first get hungry.

One thing, it seems human nature can't abide,
    Believing, it could be on the wrong side.

I think That I shall never see,
               a book of poetry,
                     That didn't **** a tree.

I'm just a man,
       trying to understand,
                     If there is a plan,
                           mortals, can understand.

I fear,
     we cheer,
          only those,
                  we want,
                          to hear.

Took a cruise,
        to Caribbean blues
On a "Dream,"
       from Mickey's team.
With my loved one,
       celebrating "51."
"Sister's Birthdays" as well,
       ages, I'll never tell.
Daughter, books for four,
       with her Aunt, connecting door.
We feel blessed,
        all four pass, "Covid test."
Pulling luggage up the ramp,
        Miami weather gets us damp.
"Fancy food,
        Princess mood.
Stage shows are gran,
        as only Disney can.
Taking time to pause,
        pictures talking, on the walls.
Giant water slide, kids of all ages use.
         Not enough time, that's my "excuse."
First port Gran Cayman,
        far from mainland.
Spent a spell,
        in "Hell."
Hard Rock store,
        number, "fifty-four."
Looking here, and here,
        for that perfect souvenir.
Storm clouds enter,
        run for tender.
Fireworks light,
        Pirate night.
Bingo, praying to heaven,
        for a "B" eleven.
Finding the "Villains" name,
        talking portraits, detective game.
Want to play Goofy golf,
        but top deck winds, blow us off.
Passing the time away,
        relaxing on Castaway Cay.
"Excuse Me!"
        Castaway "Key!"
Taking selfies over shoulders,
        of large character boulders.
Trying to get some grins,
        passing out Disney pins.
Barbecue line, sets the mood,
        now that's my, kind of food.
Back on board, one last laugh,
        with the best serving staff.
Leaving much, Birthday cake,
        going ashore we cannot take.
They're all in the atrium, better make it quick,
        Last chance to get that, character selfie pic.
Stopping to say fair well, to the man,
        who kept our room so gran.
Wishing to have more fun,
        but the packing must be done.
Getting finally to our bed,
        happy disney memories, in our head.
Down the Gangway way to soon,
        humming a Disney tune.

What's done,
          been done.
              What happened,
                         has happened
                               What you do,
                                       is up to you.