Day: September 3, 2019

He wooed me with a paucity of tact

He wooed me with a paucity of tact
Assumption is the enemy of gain
Good manners were a quality he lacked

He teeth were yellow, more,  his brain was cracked
He did not leave and neither would remain
He wooed me with a paucity of tact

He did not know his fantasy from fact
Upon this earth his face would bring all shame
Good manners were a quality he lacked

For my boundaries ,he’d no respect
He  did not even try to entertain
He wooed me with a paucity of tact

Keep a little mystery ice packed
Never tell the time  nor give your name
Good manners are a quality most lack.

As Wittgenstein  has mentioned, life’s a game
But time flows on so we can’t play again
He wooed me with a paucity of tact
His manners turned to malice , Facebook tracked

 

Life is not what’s said but what we heard

Life is movement life is song and word
We try to capture life in all its forms
Life is wild as tigers,sweet as birds

Life is what we get yet don’t deserve
The birth of infants and the  food of worms
Life is movement life is song and word

Life is not what’s said but what we heard
Grace comes down like leaves as Autumn turns
Life is wild as tigers,small as birds

Like a boiling pot that must be stirred
We need to watch  for only then we learn
Life is movement life is song and word

Love comes to the empty, is not earned
The heart   like Joan of Arc  is made to burn
Life archaic , everlasting curves

Of our empty fantasy we’re shorn
Like the fields of wheat and barley corn
Life is movement life is song and word
Life is a wild melody   lovelorn