Uncertainty and Man…

What soothes the man who kisses cloth,
not looking back on friendships past.
To dive for glory like light or Moth,
travesty that of man not ever to last.

Can’t be brethren to one who’s highborn,
spoons of different metals does feed.
Uncertain are men who live off scorn,
always to be attentive to such a need.

They’ll scatter mere baubles at their feet,
allowing certain types to take their fill.
When such a service or times complete,
they’ll wipe their bloody blade with skill.

how then can I ever forget thee
my friendly one
and
you are the only one
who likens me to a bard
here none have done

Stan and Ian
are two solid pillars
of Neopoet …
without both the table may fall

then only Loved will be on call
but
Ian you read so much
you are not jobless as I
but that you devote so much time
makes me question
as to why…..

PERHAPS YOU WANT TO KEEP
NEOPOETS ALIVE

Round and Around the Round….

Making my way round the pond again today,
I throw some bread to my favourite old Coot
Not much has changed the Heron’s still grey.
he honours me by playing his foot like a lute.

The sound follows me as I walk to the spawn,
the large fish are still feeding much to well.
So little left, the old lady works on her lawn,
she hails from Ireland, hear her voice I can tell.

I live in a world where everyone's sleeping
Perpetually dreaming that they are awake
Enchanted beneath a deep illusion
That they hold freedom for freedoms sake
Hooked on millions of tiny machines
Never seeing what's really here
A future that no man could of forseen
A future no man could ever hold dear
And then there are those who see the beauty
The sunsets, oceans and towering skies
Aware to one heartbreaking reality
Aware to this race's sad demise