In Sacramento was I born too soon.
Those days a premature was bound to die,
yet somehow I was grant a doubtful boon
and left alone to live not knowing why.
But two pounds in the manger early June,
sans nails and ears stuck out as if to fly.
For thirteen years my parents had been wed,
at last to birth a creature best off dead.

Those savages, those Taliban
who ruined all those ancient artifacts
in that land of drought and sand.
We cringed at all the shells' impacts.

The builders of those monuments
shared not the Taliban's beliefs
so with sledges and bombardments
history was rent like last year's leafs.

And day by day each desecration
we judged these people savages.
We wallowed in our condemnation
of history lost for coming ages.

Life! Life! Life!
Full of stress and strife
Along the rail of fate
No surety of getting rather late

Opportunities in life are privilege
Never think it is your acquired knowledge
Give and take holds the world
Sometimes servant, now Lord

You at the top today
Your deeds will definitely replay
Your pride will let you down
But humility gets you new dawn

That girl needs surgery
But parents in abject penury
They came to seek assistance
Got from you poverty remembrance

Aspirations Galore

To continue to aspire
of it will none ever tire
so
never retire
burn like the candle flame fire
not much heat
but light the darkness
of endless desire
Sire!
Poetry only

When there is blankness
of the mind
never compose
trying to shine
else you may whine
why
wasn't my poem liked
by
Divine
so relax then shine
dig then into a golden mine,
no, not mine
I love my wine