"eventuated" poems
”Let there be Light,“
He said.
”Let there be Night,“
Unrecorded,
And never said.
Yet without the night,
Occured it would have not
The birth of light.
Yes young knight,
The night eventuated the light!
So it is in our life,
The night is never averred,
The night is never asked,
But remember young knight,
The crusade of life,
Is like a cosmic void,
Without the night,
The light is never in sight.
Make your light bright,
And carry on,
Carry on with your fight with the night!
Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 4:15 AM UTC
When I walk through a room and
If the silence is too cunning and too strong
I recall a poem: I once read Bird of Texas
I usually let my eyes zoom in on a target
Most of the time, it’s the exit
With the red lights, or the doors with the double bolts
Poetry writing is like double bolts locks
We lock our thoughts and emotions inside ourselves
and worried about what others might think of us
I seriously doubt that Dr. Seuss worried about his unique way of rhyming
*Do not like them,
Sam-I-am.
I do not like
green eggs and ham.*
Same here with me, I don’t care if you like my poems or not
My eventuated submission: or my manner of speaking.
Is your way of critiquing gratifying Sam I am?
*Do not like them,
Sam-I-am.
I do not like
green eggs and ham*.
Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 9:04 AM UTC
silly me for falling for his charm, there was no substance in it
silly me for falling for his charm, there was no substance in it
the smooth lines roped me in, I am but a fool
the smooth lines roped me in, I am but a fool
I am but a fool, silly me for falling for his charm
there was no substance in it, the smooth lines roped me in
after a time the clouds clear, all is visible to the eye
after a time the clouds clear, all is visible to the eye
the heart has no common sense, awakening from the dream
the heart has no common sense ,awakening from the dream
the heart has no common sense, after a time the clouds clear
awakening from the dream, all is visible to the eye
can't dwell on something untrue, too right
can't dwell on something untrue, too right
no love match ever eventuated, nothing was meant
no love match ever eventuated, nothing was meant
nothing was meant, can't dwell on something untrue
no love match ever eventuated, too right
the heart has no common sense, nothing was meant
silly me for falling for his charm, too right
can't dwell on something untrue, the smooth lines roped me in
no love match ever eventuated, awakening from the dream
I am but a fool, there was no substance in it
after a time the clouds clear, all is visible to the eye
Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 7:58 PM UTC
well here's another empty page
what do I fill it with
I could write about the stars
or the green men on Mars
but ideas such as those haven't eventuated
I am searching through the maze of my mind
for any gem that I can find
but it seems
the bank
of ideas
has gone belly up
maybe I could write a poem
about a tea cup
Sep 3, 2013
Sep 3, 2013 at 8:56 PM UTC