Many a times
forges of wealth
in passing ages
recycled sights
of Nature's bounty,
and now we strive to fuse
united and divided
for our hard work
Forges of Wealth
take one thing
and turns out another
recycling one piece
turning out crowns for kings
or tools for a brother
creating abundance, riches,
and summer
as Nature participates, too.
Passing ages
bring this weal
to wealth in bank accounts
and Marks of success,
till we've forgotten
that simple ingenuity
is what brought these things
lab rats in monkey holes
rather than upper management
acting as middle men
who are paid more
for their jockeying horses
racing through space and time
which is another construction
of owners controlling minds.
Recycled sight
brings words
to daylight
as metaphors construct
scaffolds to play
and parallels draw
water to heights
in amazing grace
for thanks and pace
of marching days
maybe creating some bank
and maybe some empty space
Nature's bounty
places these words
within saddle
to race against time's
unending pace and rhyme
for orbital mind control?
no, for chemistry in flow
bringing synergy of knowing
to life's hole in the gravity field
and you too should read this note
for it is the symphony of life
playing over my soul
with bits of string, odds and ends,
and some dust from under the bed.
Looks easy, doesn't it.
Striving to fuse
horse and jockey
saddles muse
over course and rockey shores
paddling hues and spanking rhymes
driving ideas to finish line
but who's the breeder
that synergizes life
Is it suns growing grass
or fences fending wolves at bay?
perhaps maybe questions
propel quests on ways
you know, to work together
for better days!
Then, through effort,
is progress made.
United and divided
horse and writer
explore time and space
but as iron replaces
it becomes a dead thing
and people turn to feeling
as Life is a human struggle
this makes sense to express
as it's not known when
patronage comes again
to crown our asses.
For our hard work
we get remembrance
IF it's good effort
but mostly the ignominy
of a secret society
with arcane arts
as old as time
when wolves laid down by fire
and hunting was done in dire
It is a human art and a humane part
of rational being, channeling synergy
which in of itself is creating life-
in success-
This poem our Victory
And like horse and writer
in participation
through space and time
these words bring
chemistry in flows
which synergize life
in our human struggle
as old as time
forges of wealth
in passing ages
recycled sights
of Nature's bounty,
and now we strive to fuse
united and divided
for our hard work
Forges of Wealth
take one thing
and turns out another
recycling one piece
turning out crowns for kings
or tools for a brother
creating abundance, riches,
and summer
as Nature participates, too.
Passing ages
bring this weal
to wealth in bank accounts
and Marks of success,
till we've forgotten
that simple ingenuity
is what brought these things
lab rats in monkey holes
rather than upper management
acting as middle men
who are paid more
for their jockeying horses
racing through space and time
which is another construction
of owners controlling minds.
Recycled sight
brings words
to daylight
as metaphors construct
scaffolds to play
and parallels draw
water to heights
in amazing grace
for thanks and pace
of marching days
maybe creating some bank
and maybe some empty space
Nature's bounty
places these words
within saddle
to race against time's
unending pace and rhyme
for orbital mind control?
no, for chemistry in flow
bringing synergy of knowing
to life's hole in the gravity field
and you too should read this note
for it is the symphony of life
playing over my soul
with bits of string, odds and ends,
and some dust from under the bed.
Looks easy, doesn't it.
Striving to fuse
horse and jockey
saddles muse
over course and rockey shores
paddling hues and spanking rhymes
driving ideas to finish line
but who's the breeder
that synergizes life
Is it suns growing grass
or fences fending wolves at bay?
perhaps maybe questions
propel quests on ways
you know, to work together
for better days!
Then, through effort,
is progress made.
United and divided
horse and writer
explore time and space
but as iron replaces
it becomes a dead thing
and people turn to feeling
as Life is a human struggle
this makes sense to express
as it's not known when
patronage comes again
to crown our asses.
For our hard work
we get remembrance
IF it's good effort
but mostly the ignominy
of a secret society
with arcane arts
as old as time
when wolves laid down by fire
and hunting was done in dire
It is a human art and a humane part
of rational being, channeling synergy
which in of itself is creating life-
in success-
This poem our Victory
And like horse and writer
in participation
through space and time
these words bring
chemistry in flows
which synergize life
in our human struggle
as old as time