Short Poems

“Beautiful composition;

Dutiful - on a mission:

To make a masterpiece from my old issues;

Took breaks to master me - won’t die from disuse

- In tune - Into big shoes -

Steps up after years of misuse;

Treat myself well these days, constrictions defused;

To be my best each way - there is no excuse -

I testify when I exemplify -

I assemble my own character

- and I’m sure not to defy my careful work

- I am preferred:

The true me stands confirmed.”

- Old Dying Joe

“As long as I’m here I’ll be fine:

Alongside oblong times I got stronger for life

- I belong to this instant

- not distant from visions I nurtured like infants:

How much longer ‘til they see sunlight?

The clouds are receding, cool colors retreating

- Some warmth starts to swarm and suprise;

A form in the distance initiates plights

- it’s a figment of me up ahead who is now on my mind, and he’s pleading:

‘Please do keep setting things right’

- It was fleeting, but deeply relieving

- The date I complete these dreams it seems nigh.”

- Old Dying Joe