Feint fantasy

Persuading others to part
With their riches in loads,
Was what he did for long.

A loud life he lived
With bold gaudy displays
Mostly of fraud he kept up.

Not true to himself,
He continued to live his lie
Trappings of his own creation.

Come out of it all,
Did he ever desire?
Neither him nor any will know.

Tirade Charade

Enraged at fellow men,
Ignorance isn’t flattering
Communication severely lacking
Self pompously bubbled in.

Years of my diligent efforts,
Trivialized beyond words,
Standing up on my desk,
I feel I should harangue.

Weathering the weather...

The sweet breeze of spring,
Tickles the mind, the spirit
Eager for the good times to ring
Moving away from winter's grit.

Life that had been mellow,
Now turns into a frenzy,
Daffodils in canary yellow,
Sends the senses into a dizzy.

Return

A carpet of flowers
I’d love to spread,
To welcome you back,
To the sweet homestead.

Not missing the hooray,
A complete band brigade,
To celebrate this day,
With pomp and parade.

Fighter, Survivor, Hero

An accidental fighter
A deliberate survivor,
Chance and destiny
Marched on along.
With determination,
And, mind set strong.
On sights of recovery,
Recovery to the full.
A proud family watches
The quest in elation.
Tears of joy wells
Greeted without restrain
A new birth, life afresh
A voyage to savor.

Sweet are the sounds

The sweet sound of words
Heard after a break,
Freely flowing without girds
What a day it did make.

Words of power and insight,
Words of life and success,
Words that had their bite,
Words that could aggress.

Language of love conveyed
Expressions of joy and fear,
Words that would be obeyed,
By all far and near.

Vocabulary rich in substance,
Conveyed through these sounds,
Lexis of a wide expanse,
Language of care surrounds.

The resonance of recovery,
Of sweet life, a gem.
A survivor was the discovery,
And that is how I'll remember them!


Prompt @ Carry on Tuesday

Infirm

The rawness in emotion,
Slips through in this place,
Vulnerability creeping in
Unnoticed at this space.

Baring one’s all, it seems,
Loved ones stand by,
Fear in mind, fated.
Optimism washing by.

Humbled beyond words,
Everyone are, in here.
A wait for the outcome,
Clinging to life, dear.

Transformation

Tantalizing is the descent of spring,
Eerie winter, stays on haunting,
Vivid multi-colors do accost,
The dainty white hues of frost.

Chatter incessant by the fowls,
From silence interspersed by windy howls.
Unreigned by joy nor set free,
The sleepy disposition used to be.

Fresh life spewing all around,
After cleansed and bared down,
Preview to summer, if you will.
And, the end of the frigid chill.