Kindness,comfort,solace,arms held wide.
A tender hand that s gently strokes the hair.
The Lord no longer with us does abide.
And leaves us to caress our own despair.
Independent,solo, a real self
Can one be real without the hands of friends?
What is missing from our national health?
Who’ is with us ,who does condescend?
Was said one time by a great poet Donne
When another dies, it’s we who’re gone.
Seems long ago, God lost his only Son..
In suffering it made us all to one.
We cannot grow in isolation cold.
Take my hand and we shall always hold
The rose’s thorns are visible to all
The holly trees can’t hide their prickly leaves
But what of us who conceal our barbwired walls
And with a pleasant charm can then deceive?
You’re cut,you bleed, they say the fault’s not theirs.
And if you fall ,they leave you on the ground.
For they deny their weapons and their lures,.
Your agony,your cries and screams resound;
So lions and tigers are less cruel than man
They can’t conceal their claws and flashing teeth
To avoid them seems a wise and human plan
Their appetite’s not blunted by a leaf..
Thus a savage beast is kinder than a man.
Who caresses long before he points the gun
He eluded to his passed with wit devine.
He traveled on and passed the perish all.
And when reel tired he often wood recline
If not he went out for a bawl.
This spelling tests the most astyoote of mindes
Yet Shakespeare never spelt the same whey twice.
As well it’s often felt to be unkinde.
For being obsessive is, in truth, a vise.
But used we r to different methods now.
Texting changed the whey we all now rite
And even if we learn the rules ,I vow
Writing onto laptops makes me byte.
No more attack the witless for your pleasure
For we have many skills which you must treasure
Butterflies can light upon a rose
And sparrows miss the prickly holly leaf
So thorns deter most larger, useless foes
And safety bring to birds instead of grief.
The butterfly is symbol of the power
That weakness has in entering sacred ground.
A butterfly can fly through hail stormed bowers
His wings send waves across the world by sound.
A cat too has its claws as well as fur
Yet they do have a a modicum of choice.
For those of us for whom they have a care
Claws are held ; mioaws or purrs given voice.
Am I a holly tree or fragrant rose?
Am I the cat who may unsheath her claws?
Could any be more frenemial then a rose
For as we reach to sniff its fragrant scent
It digs its thorns into our hands and clothes
And tetanus is a menace where we’re rent.
And yet this flower is judged to be the queen,
As fragrantly it opens in the sun.
And for a while, we enjoy what we’re seeing
Until its time and purposes are done.
May it be so for people whom we know?
The more they grace, more the harm that’s done.
Attracted by a sweet and charming glow
Our heart is torn and we then beauty shun .
And yet we would not banish flowers like these.
The pain is offset by the ways they please.
PS I invented the word frenemial based on the word frenemy which I posted on yesterday