Friday, May 20, 2016

Dead Poems, One new, Others From My Archives

Time Enough?

The helpless feeling of limited time, even the crazy night-mare of the
ocean swallowing me alive, do I have time to finish all the words in
my head? Nothing to live for, financial futility, perennial solitude,
forever unloved, yet laughter always finds its way in, I enjoy being the
fool, a modern day court jester for the few who enjoy my presence.
There's always more, photography, books, blogs, ball games and
barbecues and the never ending quest for the absolute perfect combination
of words that communicate flawlessly, and entertain marvelously.


                                 


Life and Death

Geckos dwell in the caves of the ancients, and roam
through hollowed rib cages where the heart used to be.
Demons laugh as we plan for tomorrow. Predator’s dwell
in anticipation. Indeed the devils work shop is a busy
place. Near death or seized success?
Just another pawn in a soulless generation. Which gener-
ation will destroy the last of civilization? Knowledge over
powers laughter. Laughter dances on knowledge, it
dances with wisdom, it dances with folly.                                
Izzy Schurr / Nancy Simpson Hoke
                                    
                               

Great niece Lexy

Children

   Innocent eyes breed love and laughter. They
harness wisdom and dispense imagination.
Youth’s unfiltered emotions dwell in the 

adams of eternity.

                         

Great niece Lexy
Nonsense

Razzle dazzle, pies in the castle. Where is Ms.
Frazzle? Under da castle? Perhaps causing a
hassle? Why no, she’s eating sassle. What is
sassle? Sometimes it’s sweet, bright, and
light. Other times it’s sour, dark, and heavy.
Sassle is often like dark chocolate, and some
times it’s like white chocolate. It’s never like
hot chocolate. Mostly it’s Wokalit. Wokalit pie.
chocolate pie, sapple pie, apple pie. Scary pie,
cherry pie, chicken pot pie. Never eat a mud pie
like a Burf or a Wurf. Instead why not surf. Perhaps
walk with a Wurf.

                          
Still Lexy

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