Last Edited Elegy Poems (1,148)

Crescent moon, through silver birch shine
Branches not clad in green, send a sign
Autumn is here, as the summer days fade
Erratic temperatures, to prepare and gauge
Chilly mornings, equally chilly evenings cool
In preparation, cannot bury head to be fooled
After summer, when floods-rainfall took control
Breaking hearts, rural communities fought for soul
Now the clean up, starts to make its impact felt
After devastation, so many people were dealt
Will winter prove manageable, weather wise
Aftermath of such damage, out of silt rise
Bring hope, families gain strength stand strong
Those who lost so much, gain inner peace longed

My life has been a progression, of what I will call
Projects and hobbies, that certainly had a pull
Towards interests, forming routes throughout life
Giving me much pleasure, rather than daily strife

So when you finally focus in maturity, what you enjoy
No longer sharing, with young friends-cousins-girls-boys
One can developed interests, become a loner of sorts
Crafts, dance and writing, just some interests I caught

When did I become a teacher, it happened over time
As a married woman I accepted, travel became a sign
Changes came rapidly, family almost lost, left far behind
One forges a new lifestyle, and a new direction is refined

When we cross the world, we rarely know how it'll end
When new strangers, become our now important friends
I wonder how many people, accept such life changing times
Opening up new horizons, somehow displaced of a kind.

I often wonder what my life would have been, if I stayed
Would I have had so many opportunities, that came my way
Or could it be change, making us venture outside comfort zones
Giving unexpected adventures, when accepting a new husband/wife...
Together to roam .......

Wordsmith and poets, weave-sew
Phrases-words, kneaded like dough
Mixed together, eased into verse
Poetry-descriptive, kind not a curse

Lyrics of songs, can't control fate
Lighthearted banter, can act as bait
Strung together, a storyline unfolds
Whatever the subject, gentle or bold

Words lead to a journey, possible delight
Encouraging followers, with hidden insights
As a patchwork quilt, tells those who know
Where fabric came from, the dressmaker sews

Memories, reminders from a former time of life
Gift giving pleasure, brings happiness not strife
Poets can tell a story, as song lyrics can weave
Dreams of hope and pleasure, joy another receives

So smile when you read, or sing a song for pleasure
Maybe it holds special words, you can treasure
From back in time, unlocking memories past
Triggering the mind, so special thoughts last

Written words so special, to memorize over time.
Woven by the wordsmith, to retain in the mind
Released into a moments, unlocking-images-signs
Yet all they really are, words strung to form a line.

Bliss we're now experiencing unique
maybe love reaching highest peak
Passion incapable of fizzling out
mutual respect most can't tout

Desire for other transcends mundane
own relation that won't wane
Both lucky ones I declare
"Til Death" allegiance we share

Destiny led US to here
U and I "One" dear

There's reason some writes touch on things dark
life doesn't equate to 'walk in the park'
Feeling our existence resembles a 'gift' insanity
exclusion of fairness a spiteful injustice to humanity

I feel pain enveloping those who suffer undeserving
societies indigents being treated as irrelevant unnerving
This despicable world mentally beats us down
some hover just above water rather than drown

Most disheartening knowing futures destined for worse
mans insatiable appetite for destruction they can't reverse
Majority believe in their gods others some devil
evils alive "god" quiet on every level

Arduous writing about 'positivity' when so little of it
that could reverse if laws had true grit
Again not a pessimist slowly turned into one
grateful if 'one' benefitted from write I done

"LIFE IS A GIFT" according to some alleged deity
what god gives a 'gift' wrapped in atrocity
At some point everyone must question that concept
how could you not considering life's mostly inept

If life's some great gift what happened to mine
maybe it wasn't meant for me to be in that line
My heart constantly bleeds due to human sorrow
for too many life's supposed gift rings hollow

People suffer needlessly on this god-forsaken Earth
ask them what their 'Gift of Life' has been worth
How about "Gifts" born physically and/or mentally unfit
their life wouldn't qualify as a 'Gift' you must admit

I didn't willfully choose to become some pessimist
this pathetic excuse of a world tops reasons list
I'm cognizant this life was a so-called blessing from above
a REAL LOVING GODS 'gift' would've been all about love

Obviously 'Gift' has different meanings because life's no present
ONE absolute about our existence is it's unequivocally unpleasant

Let's put whose GOAT to rest
doing it all better defines best
Smartest and clutchest the just buzz
if anyone depicts 'greatest' he does

Founder of Fifty Forty Ninety club
'basketball genius' not just random hubbub
Others played checkers he played chess
other former 'greats' did personally confess

"Basketball Jesus" not show-boater in 'Air'
career Twenty-four Ten Six NON share
Laughable is "he wasn't that athletic"
total domination of league wasn't synthetic

"Couldn't jump and way too slow"
further proving he's NBA's #1 show
Jumped just enough to outrebound you
speed obviously more than adequate too

Haters choose rebuke over 'just' due
not being 'best' arduous to chew
Blatant racist only disgrace civil society
loss of 'Republic' inevitable from variety

"To the Greatest basketball player ever
but more important a friend forever"
Opinions on GOAT are simply that
with 'Magic' is where I'm at

GOAT FINAL WORD
Larry Joe Bird

I saw her there all alone
Talking on her phone
To whom I know not who
As I wondered what to do

Sitting waiting for a glance
As I waited for the chance
For her to end the call
So I might climb the wall

To start the talk to open the way
To say the words I needed to say
To close the void between two strangers
That might start a new adventure

Watching, waiting for my chance
For her to escape the trance
That held her tight
While I waited long that night

Then the call did come for me to go
And board my flight I had to go
I left her behind no choice of mine
So forever will I pine

Now here I am still all alone
Oh if she had just hung up the phone
I often wonder what could have been
And if she would have ever seen

Me by her waiting as she talked
As I patiently watched and walked
Around and around her as she talked
And talked and talked

Quashing mendacious Reps achieved 'Swear Jar' way
for each action unbecoming they should pay
Simply fine Politicians and Media $1,000 per falsehood
erase National Debt in short time it would

After voted in candidates ditch promises to you
facilitate corruption is precisely what Politics do
Open border policy every true patriot decries
gov't 'of, by and for the people' rarely applies

Dems pretend Empathy to solicitate illegals vote
when about Americans suffering they literally gloat
Perpetually spewing lies liberals adopted style
In 'Most Wicked' competition Leftist by a mile

Green New Deal devastating our Mother Earth
she's managed magnificently alone since birth
Good and Evil engaged in Ideological war
at present evils prevailing if keeping score

Haves and have nots reality from beginning
after dust settles righteous ends up winning

copyright 3/6/22

Integrity in Sports never 100% sound
on the up and up unfound
I loved football like every man
going WWE canceled me as fan

For early defectors they found cure
scripted drama THE solution for sure
owners all about revenue taken in
filling stadiums more relevant than win

Action Packed assures fans don't leave
being duped is reason to grieve
Assertions most reluctant to concede true
remove denial blinders you'll see too

Playoffs precarious until seasons final play
not occurring every year ODDS say
Pathetic grandstanding every play they make
today's majority "Thug League" mostly fake

Saints without Katrina wouldn't think so!
Red Sox without 'bomb' hell NO
Ironic tragedies culminate into championship year
after Harvey Astro's by happenstance persevere

Tragedies and for affected I feel
championships helped the cities people heal
blowouts past prompted patrons to leave
now 'drama' based scripting to deceive

Many fans unruly after team's success
bullies become murderers a safe guess
Diehard fans shall deem sentiments absurd
I FIRMLY stand behind every word