Submissions by MeeHow

she one may say was a feast
what a well hell of a beast
had such a touch for the fight
enough as much and just right
but now of course she's deaceas'd

the important ones
only living for 'me and my mine'
become shriveled up inside
indignant with vanity, piteous and dread

they well bullied victims
to each one's own selfish fears
comprising a barren morass
of inadequate hopes

compositions of glib
each and together
human compendia
of love's cruelest jokes

mere by day, stark caricatures
drawn by the lies they live

but when found out after dark
like hopeless phantoms blowing lost about the night
full of insipid feelings and deadweight concern
that have no time...

sweet spring arises
newness awakens afresh
growing, to be come



strong.  summer comes on
imbibing confident now
drinking in spirit



clear, autumn collects
with respect fit for a feast
now all ready and able



still.  winter calls time
life's love ruptures in raptures

able spirit  come.     blaze