Poems From the Porch 37
It’s Never Too Late, or Better Late Than Never
Well, I am a little late publishing this collection but here it is! Sorry to keep you, my faithful readers, waiting, but life goes on and I need to fit my writing in where I can.
I am currently visiting with my son and his family in Brisbane, taking advantage of the lifted lockdown and travel restrictions here.
We felt we need to make the effort to see our grandchildren, especially the new granddaughter who was born during the lockdown, and who we hadn’t met yet (oh, and how beautiful she is!) With Victoria currently experiencing a new spike in cases and having borders closed we felt the need to do as much as we could now in case it spreads to Queensland again.
I know we are so much more fortunate to not be experiencing the Covid-19 virus to the extent that many other countries are, it is still a major concern In regard to our age and my wife’s existing medical conditions.
So, I began writing these poems at home on the porch, but have finished them off and added photos etc while I have been away. Now, here it is finally published, so I hope you enjoy this edition of Poems From the Porch.
“The old stone wall may be hidden by the Ivy, but its the wall that gives the Ivy structure.
Maybe a good poem would be about the need for structure, what do you think?”
It is clearly necessary to invent organizational structures appropriate to the present multicultural age. But such efforts are doomed to failure if they do not grow out of something deeper, out of generally held values.— Vaclav Havel
The Need For Structure
Structure gives security,
a skeleton or spine,
a followed pattern or a plan
that stands the tests of time.
Strength and support is needed
in buildings and in life.
Unless strong structures are in place,
they’ll collapse and end in strife.
Architects and engineers
collaborate on design,
to ensure a buildings safety,
and that standards all align.
So, plan your days as best you can,
set time for certain things,
make a budget you can keep,
for serfs can’t live like kings.
Without a stable structure
You’ll have a house of straw or sticks.
Be the smarter little pig
And build your house of bricks.
Shauna L Bowling
“Let's lighten things up a bit. How 'bout something about your favorite smells/scents?”
Memories, imagination, old sentiments, and associations are more readily reached through the sense of smell than through any other channel.— Oliver Wendell Holmes
The Sense of Smell (Common Scents)
It’s said we have five senses -
hearing, sight, touch, taste, and smell.
Some special individuals
may have a sixth as well.
Each sense is so important
in more than just one way,
but in this poem I’ll highlight
just one of these today.
So, sense of smell step forward,
the spotlight shines on you.
You’re sometimes undervalued
but you are essential too.
Partnered with the sense of taste
you add flavour to our food.
Without aroma that you give
A meal is bland and crude.
Scent, aroma, pong, perfume -
many words pertain to you.
We incorporate your usefulness
in many things we do.
I love the aroma of fresh bread,
and to inhale the clean sea breeze.
I love the smell of grass just cut,
and mature, fine cultured cheese.
The spicy smell of curry,
the soil right after rain,
herbs growing in the garden,
a steak grilled over flame.
Flowering plants like lavender
have lovely perfumed blooms.
Honeysuckle, jasmine, rose -
their scent can make me swoon.
If we sniff something rather vile
it is said to have a “pong,”
a very strong unpleasant smell.
Good noses can’t be wrong.
You help to locate things unseen,
or tell if food is bad.
Without the use of common scents
our lives would be so sad.
“Now maybe you can do something based on acts of God. Easy peasy' (Smile) Give them meaning and purpose. You have at least four major ones here in your poetry. Much Love.”
Acts of God
In legal language throughout the English-speaking world, an act of God is a natural hazard outside human control, such as an earthquake or tsunami, for which no person can be held responsible.
Acts of God ~ Poem
What defines an Act of God,
Is it destiny or fate,
Something that humans can’t control
Like tsunami or earthquake?
Does God cause disasters
Or are they chance events,
Maybe divine providence
That God just won’t prevent?
Though God may also intervene
To save us from some fate,
Like a fatal plane or car crash,
By making us run late.
Acts of God can’t be explained,
Why or when we live or die.
It’s beyond man’s comprehension,
But we will never cease to try.
Are Acts of Nature different
From those we blame on God
Or are they just one and the same,
Such as hurricane and flood?
Perhaps this current virus
Has a purpose we don‘t know,
To reduce world population,
Or cause progress to slow.
Then again, maybe what we attribute to an Act of God may just be an unfortunate event that is simply a part of life:
”.. for he maketh his sun to rise on the evil and on the good, and senders rain on the just and on the unjust.”
But That’s Not All
Because I only wrote poems from three reader prompts this week, I decided to include one additional poem that I wrote a little while back while I was feeling some angst (yes that even happens to me at times haha) but never published: ‘That Wry Smile.”
That Wry Smile
You look at me with that wry smile,
Do you think I am naive?
I’m not fooled by your buttered words
That others may believe.
Your crooked mouth that turns up so,
A sneer disguised as grin,
As you tell me what I want to hear.
But your sincerity is thin.
I once was deceived by all your praise,
But my ignorance short lived.
I soon learned to sift lies from truth,
And how little you would give.
Those narcissistic tendencies
That were your ace of spades,
Are now revealed for all to see.
How that wry smile quickly fades.
Which poem in this collection did you enjoy the most?
© 2020 John Hansen