Life's Poetry

Photo by Richard Seldomridge
Photo by Richard Seldomridge

Seize the Moment

Yesterday cannot be changed

Tomorrow cannot be written

All we have is now, today

To use, to do, to live in

 

If this is true should we not not give

More care to how we spend it

For time once used is time now gone

We cannot apprehend it

 

Daisy in Pond

Daisy on pond  (photo by Richard Seldomridge)
Daisy on pond (photo by Richard Seldomridge)

Who is Gary Dale Rose?

 Who was Gary Dale Rose?

I sat on his bench today,
In a park
Facing a pond.
Just a simple concrete bench;
Rather hard,
A little cold.

He is sadly missed, it seems,
By his wife
And all his kids,
Or so says the small plaque
At my feet
Set in the stone

Do they come and sit here now
And think back,
And smile, and cry?
He was 50 when he died.
I'm 53,
So I wonder...

Who was Gary Dale Rose?

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Queen of the Lint 7 years ago from The Laundry Room

I like your poems.


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JeffreyDBoesel 7 years ago from Colorado Springs Author

Thanks. Just thoughts from many years...and hopefully many more!


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manlypoetryman 7 years ago from (Texas !) Boldly Writing Poems Where No Man Has Gone Before...

Yeah...bring the thoughts! The ones contemplated over many years are like fine wine...


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JeffreyDBoesel 7 years ago from Colorado Springs Author

My feeling exactly. It is amazing, though, how my thoughts, ideals, values etc have changed over those years...

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    A Time Problem

    Something must be done about time.
    A day ago I held my baby in my arms.
    She was small and needy,
    Helpless in fact.
    I held her close and kept her warm.

    Something must be done about time.
    An hour ago I held my little girl's hand.
    She was scared and uncertain,
    Unsure of herself.
    I held it fast and kept her safe.

    Something must be done about time.
    A minute ago I held my daughter to me.
    She was hurt and crying,
    Confused by men.
    I held her tight and shared my strength.

    Something must be done about time.
    A second ago I held a young woman's arm.
    She was tall and strong,
    Full of life.
    I let her go and watched her leave.

    I let her go and...

    I let her go.

    Something must be done about time.

    Growing older

    A senior facing the world (photo by Richard Seldomridge)
    A senior facing the world (photo by Richard Seldomridge)

    On Being Dogmatic

     It's ironic, but my lot
    To discern the fine line
    Between right and right,
    And there, on that perfect spot,
    To take my stand

    Only then to find...

    It's not

    Pikes Peak Barr Trail

    Finding the right path can be difficult (photo by Jeff Boesel)
    Finding the right path can be difficult (photo by Jeff Boesel)

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      Vision is personal

      An eye, a mote, a log (photo by Kelli Boesel)
      An eye, a mote, a log (photo by Kelli Boesel)

      Fairness Has a Point of View

       I have a child and
      She has dyslexia so
      Success has come at
      A great sacrifice

      Of time...
      Of money...
      Of energy...
      Of soul.

      I often complain
      How UNFAIR
      To her
      To me.

      I have a friend and
      He had a son who
      Was just two when
      They buried him.

      I...
      am silent.

      Life: A Passing Shadow

      That fatal on the freeway
      I was two cars behind it
      Was almost part of it
      Trying to stop
      Before
      Hitting the car in front of me

      How fragile is existence
      This instant, now, you are here
      The next, you may be gone
      Leaving a crowd
      Wond'ring
      Will my next heartbeat be the last?

      Life is a breath
      A mist
      A passing thought
      It cannot be captured
      It can only be lived
      In its moment
      Live yours

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