Old Anthropology The tides of men circle round. Flowing up and ebbing down. Did we go from beasts to men? Are we going back again?
BOMBS With nightmares come fright whistling bombs comb the night silent screams end dreams a deadly cone flesh charred forever marred dies alone ============= Babe In Starr Land To the grand jury room she did go To tell all that they wanted to know She said, "It's a shame I forgot his name. It was such a lovely blow." ===================== Growing Old Youth is gone, you know it. Wisdom comes too late to save it from the savages which lurk around the corner. Your corner, you turn it. You are down on the ground Soon you will be found. Soon it will be over, embers burned out. No one will shout. No one will cry out. ================ The River I come to the river stand on the bank and watch the water flow I feel a shiver I do not know what the water will hold my lips give a quiver from the cold the cold from the river the cold that says you are growing old cold that beckons, water that calls come hither. Don't fret, I'm not done yet I’m not that old I'm not yet ready for the cold ======================= Another River The river flows from mountain streams and melting snows Even in dreams the water comes the water goes waving at my thumbs smiling at my toes Calling me to come down to the side where the river flows wide where the water runs slow The river says it’s time to go I lift up my pack walk away and say I’ll come back some other day ====================
Reflections on Ageing twice would be nice ================
Internet information overload internets divine megahertz, bits, and chips youthful brains refine, geezers plod along in ignorance and sing our mournful song, "Where is your experience you need wisdom to belong." ================
Robotically Speaking Robotic times. Robotic minds, computer wizards blasting through cryonic blizzards. Their time has come, ours has gone, it's over. We're over, we're done. It's no fun being a dinosaur. Run, they are coming. Hide. Too late. You're brain-fried. ================ Twilight you gaze upon the twilight but they are not ready for the coming of the night you no longer want the day but you can’t let them see how badly you want to be free =====================
TIME eternities in time crescendos in rhyme with faith we climb to a higher place to seek a place to watch the race we ran, oh how we ran as fast as we can believing that to live meant to strive we're wiser now now that it's too late now it's their time for the endless pace their time to run the race trapped on the treadmill of which we had our fill we welcome them we who tired of the pace tired of hiding behind our face onrushing waves of time quickening cadences of rhyme faster and faster we climb more hoping than believing we will find a place to forever watch the endless race ===============