Sonnets Here, In-House

That's very true, though I think that if we're constantly thinking about what might happen to make our lives shorter, we're not going to enjoy the life we do have.
 
Indeed so. Today, while driving someplace with Carol, I saw a church sign that said, "Worrying does not empty out tomorrow's troubles, it only empties out today's strength."
 
With Gratitude For Carol Having
Met My Father ONE Time, Anyway


Worn down and shrunk by merciless disease,
My father lay in hospital, and showed
No trace of all his former energies,
When Carol, freshly coming from the road,

Walked in to meet him. Thus did she fulfill
His cherished wish, to meet my chosen bride.
He welcomed her by force of loving will,
And though she was not long at his bedside,

This was enough; ties henceforth will exist
For Carol with her in-laws, and a face
Lives in her mind, of one who will be missed.
Now prized remembrances will fill the space

Of too-brief introduction, as my guest
Joins in saluting him who headed west.
 
Thank you, Zella, I'm sure glad they met.

Copperfox said:
With Gratitude For Carol Having
Met My Father ONE Time, Anyway


Worn down and shrunk by merciless disease,
My father lay in hospital, and showed
No trace of all his former energies,
When Carol, freshly coming from the road,

Walked in to meet him. Thus did she fulfill
His cherished wish, to meet my chosen bride.
He welcomed her by force of loving will,
And though she was not long at his bedside,

This was enough; ties henceforth will exist
For Carol with her in-laws, and a face
Lives in her mind, of one who will be missed.
Now prized remembrances will fill the space

Of too-brief introduction, as my guest
Joins in saluting him who headed west.
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At our private family funeral today, I recited this new sonnet to my family members (and Carol is now counted as a family member). It broke the ice for others to read appropriate readings, though no one else had made something up specially for the occasion.
 
Thank you. During the aftermath of Dad's funeral, my good-hearted AND clever brother-in-law Mark Woodworth spoke with me about his interest in helping me to market my writings. As an outcome of this, there may be in the near future a COMPILATION of my poetry available as a KINDLE book.
 
For my amazing little sis :)

Sister
Could I have guessed your tender heart, sister,
Would rest within such a strong, brave falcon?
With flight so graceful, my little actor
Your claws so sharp, yet your love so kindred
A star so bright, yet the miles that divide
Cannot hide thy great brilliance from us
Nor can a cloudy day darken your shine
What a great gift that God hath given thus
Little sis’, never change your merry heart
Great purity within that this world lacks
Stay who God made you to be from the start
Gentle spirit, car’ into ocean cracks
Stay the same, Merry, and never falter
God holds you, he’ll always be your Father
 
Then here's one FOR YOU, Sister-In-Arms:

A friendship is like fabric woven well:
Not rigid like a rough-edged concrete block.
It rolls or folds or twists, and you can tell
That changes don't come to it as a shock.

Of course, it might be torn; but if it's ripped,
Unlike a shattered block, someone can sew
It back together. Friendship is a gift,
Adapting with us anywhere we go.

My life has changed as new love came on board;
Yours also has its changes to confront.
But our affection, pure before the Lord,
Will go on living-- not so hard a stunt.

G-rated hugs, that's Gugs, I send your way,
And hope you're back on Dancing Lawn to stay.
 
Copperfox said:
Then here's one FOR YOU, Sister-In-Arms:

A friendship is like fabric woven well:
Not rigid like a rough-edged concrete block.
It rolls or folds or twists, and you can tell
That changes don't come to it as a shock.

Of course, it might be torn; but if it's ripped,
Unlike a shattered block, someone can sew
It back together. Friendship is a gift,
Adapting with us anywhere we go.

My life has changed as new love came on board;
Yours also has its changes to confront.
But our affection, pure before the Lord,
Will go on living-- not so hard a stunt.

G-rated hugs, that's Gugs, I send your way,
And hope you're back on Dancing Lawn to stay.
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Thank you Copperfox, I really enjoyed that one. And how true it is. Very well done.
 
An Occu-poem ​

The trendy fashion is to swarm in mobs
Where noisy numbers count instead of truth,
Where youngsters call for handouts more than jobs,
Excusing anarchy by fact of youth.

"You can't make _money_ educating me!
That would be _profit_ -- what a nasty thought!
It sounds like business, even _industry,_
Where people have to _pay_ for what they've bought!

"If I take work, it must be on my terms:
I must be doing only things I like.
And if I make less than the owner earns,
I'll be a hero if I go on strike.

"YOUR wish for money is disgusting greed;
MY wish for money's only what I need."
 
A Reflection on the Fleeting Nature of This Life


We cry out, "Notice me! Remember me!"
While those to whom we cry out, cry the same.
The passing flood of souls chokes memory;
From fifty gone, we might recall one name.

A dead celebrity has one more spurt
Of popularity, then fades from sight.
Her body joins the unknowns in the dirt;
God knows, not we, which ones rose to the light.

I've heard it said: "A dancer sculpts in snow;"
So do we all, and snow evaporates.
We want to leave a mark before we go;
But more important is the home that waits.

We must believe: though here our names are lost,
We'll find them in a book once we have crossed.
 
The Solar Storm



A weather forecast mentions passingly:
We're going to get a solar flare again.
The force of distant fusing hydrogen
Will dart out past the track of Mercury,

To reach our atmosphere; and when it hits,
Computer networks may be knocked off line.
So what can I do? Only write this rhyme,
And pray that God preserves our power grids.

If you can see this, Earth did not yet end;
We're spared from post-apocalyptic mess.
But all the same, I do hate helplessness,
When facing destinies that just won't bend.

No wonder some wish they were Superman,
To say, "Can I save people? Yes, I can!"
 
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