Couple Minutes

One minute

Maybe two

During which

There's lots to do

It feels as though

It may be more

Thoughts about

What lies in store

Makes the time last

Still and longer

While the, at last,

It is no longer

Finally now

The time is here -

Here right now

And not just near

My heart then skips

A beat or two

Now one minute

Maybe two

by Jeffrey Robert Adams

1987

The Blight Of The Mean

Buying into it -

Or not

The hype, the memes

And underlying schemes

In which we rot.

We're fallible

And so gullible

And as a species

Unremarkable,

Disembarkable feces

Upon the Earth;

Insignificant

In our collective

Girth of grit

And forging forth

Within it;

Selective as to

Sight and hearing,

Gearing towards a future

Bound by sutures, fearing

What by some is seen

As what's to come -

The blight of the mean

by Jeffrey Robert Adams

1/24/2016

© All Rights Reserved

Justice

Beautiful visions in dreams I had

Of the moments that have come to fruition now;

Perhaps it's precognition somehow -

At the start,

In waking dreams of future time;

And then apart... together still yet seperate,

Our hearts United despite the miles and despite

The time...

I'd dreamt of that which has come to pass,

And although that dream was comforting in

That distant time,

That dream didn't do the beauty of the present

Justice

by Jeffrey Robert Adams

Halloween, 2000

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Captain Muddled

They say

Actions speak louder than words;

However,

What if your actions are your words?

Would it needs be

Seen to be louder,

Vibrations on the floor?

I've opened up the door 

Again -

And all I then experience

Is...

As to

What it's all about

Muddled memories

Gallore upon a drunk who's

Crashed upon the seas,

Until the ship

Was cast asunder.

Still I wonder,

Whether it was sunk

Could I survive 

If even still alive?

If I still remembered how,

And still saw the here and now -

So long ago,

As I looked into the

Present, Past, And Future -

Times of culture;

There's a reason to ignore

The way it seems to go,

When cast upon a 

Cold and distant shore

by Jeffrey Robert Adams

© 2020 All Rights Reserved

Reckoning

Immature -

So fine!

So much like

Berries on the vine,

Unripened, intertwined -

To nary the hither such

Nought

Thither thus distraught

Amidst conundrum,

Perchance, 

A melancholy sight;

Barking unto utterance

As if to cast a light

Upon the sought, and then such

Circumstances fought so much of

Folly as such brightly then still

Reckoning the night.

by Jeffrey Robert Adams

© 2020 Jeff Adams

The Ant

What lesson is God trying to teach me when I arbitrarily see an ant upon my hand and thus render it no more?

What did the ant do to deserve it?  ...living it's life as it understands it, happenstance upon my hand.

"Be gone! Undesirable lifeform, menace upon the lives of my family!" I say, as the ant probably fathoms the same. While mere annoyances to me, they go about their lives similarly.

by Jeffrey Robert Adams