A Merry Old Soul
by Michael Levy
I suppose you might say I look antiquated, but I don't feel it,Strange is it not?
You would think I would be showing my age by now,
After all; I have been around for a lot longer than three million years.
What's that I hear you say
"How can that be?'
How can that not be, for I have nowhere to go.
Whilst it is true I persistently change my roles,
I still enjoy every one of them come what may.
On the surface,
it could seem there is a lot of havoc and mayhem
in my existence,
But it is just that; Only on the surface.
Many of the characters I play appear to be enduring life,
Running around like headless chickens,
Taking things; Oh! so seriously,
Worries and anxieties abound.
And I sense it all and yet; I still love life's featured charades,
The make-believe world of deceits and lies,
My, my; What pretense. What grievous dis-ease's of the mind.
I'm glad it is only fabricated illusions.
It fashions a variety show of drama, adventure, comedy
Not to mention sorrow,
"No! please don't mention sorrow" I hear you cry,
Well, I did mention sorrow, for it all seems so real to the personalities I play,
Good Game; Good Game.
You see; I have no need of pipe or fiddlers three,
For no matter what....... I Am A Merry Old Soul,
For no matter what........ No matter lasts,
Hee hee....... Sorry but I have to chuckle,
For in reality.... I will always wonder freely,
It looks like it's the end of another innings,
Pull up the wickets and change the rules then.
I presume I'll have a heavenly rest stop.
An episode of doing nothing in my true attire of vacuity,
It's all the same to me, It's all so sublimely divine,
What a great boss I have and no wages of sin.
I must slip into something a little more comfortable,
I guess it's time for a cup of spirituali-tea,
Bring on the elixir of life
Be a dear and pass the honey.
Copyright 2002 by Michael Levy (MIKMIKL@aol.com).
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Letter to the Editor: Cherie Staples (skyearth1@aol.com).
The Ever Changing Sky
by Sylvia Lukeman
This morn saw me rise in time
to see the lemon coloured sun begin to climb,
and gentle companions early in the day
were a multicoloured sky and clouds of palest grey.
and as the suns colours changed so too
did the sky and palest lilac turned to fragile turquoise blue,
semolina mixed with tropical golden sand
and peachy tones began to seep into this heavenly land.
below were trees which hovered twixt Autumns myriad shades
dressed in fluttering gowns by Mother Natures hand so carefully made
and side by side stood winter -naked trees with branches reaching high
perhaps in praise of what was happening in the ever changing sky
Copyright 2002 by Sylvia Lukeman . (SylLukeman@aol.com).
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Lost in Thought
by Annette Nasser
Have you ever been lost in thought,
stuck between here and now,
somewhere in the middle,
lost in a brown study or floating on cloud nine?
Have you ever been lost in thought
with deep feelings as if you've been
here and there,
as if you've felt this and that or perhaps
it was do deep and profound
concentrating on the same
continuous or montonous thing
day in and day out?
Have you ever been lost in thought
stuck in another realm
thinking that this is it,
that you've lost your mind
standing at the end of the line
having a brain fart,
not being able to push forth, move on?
Have you ever been lost in thought?
While you're in the middle of an activity,
you stop suddenly not being able to think anymore,
do anything
or finish the task you set out to do in the first place
and thinking...am I losing my mind?
Have you ever been lost in thought,
thinking about one million and one things
at the same time?
Have you ever felt dizzy over the thought
that your brain has suddenly stopped?
Ceased to perform as if on strike from thinking anymore?
Our train of thought may cease to work,
to run on full strength, thinking about one million and one
things to do
but as long as it's not permanent,
it's good to be lost in thought,
exercising our brains, conditioning ourselves to think once again.
During moments, when time permits,
we need to be lost in thought.
Our brains need time to relax
in order to work on full power
beginning our daily tasks with ease.
Don't think for one minute
that you've lost your marbles. . .
You're just lost in thought. . .
Copyright 2001 by Annette Nasser (Mystnerth@aol.com ).
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A Story of Two Strangers
by Sam Silva
Among matters insignificant
they were
sitting there
...each to each
the two of them alone...
Though there was that briefest physicality
in a bent hip, a brushed hair,
done only for a moment. There
was a kind of sex that burned invisibly
but smoldered to a joke in air,
an exit and a smoke somewhere
...forgotten and unknown.
This is the story
of people like children
gone to nothing
however things
are never told
...of an urge among all lonely sheep!
Of creeping fears of death and age
and crime
and its eternity
of poems unread forever
and finished on another page
while strangers fall asleep
beyond a glance, a chance, a smile grown old
in matters insignificant
and deep.
Copyright 2002 by Sam Silva. (samsilva54@email.msn.com).
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