The irony of existence

In muck grows the rose,
whence pain gives prose.
From darkness shines bright
the wonder of a light
bearing explosive brilliance.

The fallen tree gives
space wherein blossom lives.
From roots buried deep
the nutrients seep
bearing vibrant dalliance.

Tock-Tick

time is money: that’s a lie,
there’s a finite hour til you die.
we cannot have back what was given,
choose well the sacrifice you make for livin’.

money is time: so true,
demonstrates what’s of value.
no way to make actions undone,
bake your life sweet as a bun.

Bday wish from long ago

almost for a year
we've been friends,
without any fear
to its ends

the time of roasting
chestnuts brown,
leaves are falling
drifting down

so celebrate
in your own way,
whichever date
is your birthday!

sorriso

A delicately slim erotic line,
Held by a voluptuous curve,
Drawing down then around
For a puckered end so fine.
What luck I have, to deserve
The chance of having bound
Mine own to this, her divine
Beauty that frays my nerve;
Joy for the courage I found!

CeceLee

Oh, what fortune to be
flying beside a wonder
so wild, beautiful and free.
Oh, would be a travesty
to fall low asunder
from such grace and fragility.

How I wish to see,
reap and plunder
this bountiful treasury,
of emotion; sentimentally
charged like thunder,
Oh dearest darling CeceLee.