HONORING DUTY...

Honoring Duty

Passion instilled in many might be

the duty of poets throughout history

Their visions that life is unfair

is that song we love to hear

Passion touches the mind

remains there during the flight of time

Of all virtues under the sun

duty to country resolutely done

sometimes ends in a sealed casket

hidden from tears that death begets

Life lost in duty to a foreign place

far from families pleasant face

where ideals are crafted by insanity

is never grasped by the honoree

Honoring duty calls out to our spirit

to never question the benefits of its merit

when our youth, some in bleak despair

choose duty over personal care

Their duty to spread the sunlight of peace

is where freedom and duty meet

and sometimes ends in the silence of death

buried in honors' deepest depth 

There for the Nation to praise

and remember their sacrifice for all our days

Le Printemps...2019

Le Printemps 2019

As the warm breath of bursting spring

ruffles small birds restless wings

it murmurs fragrant melodies at my window

while I silently witness natures' show

Early mornings freshness envelops me

in sunshine beneath leafless trees

 and warms the soil now awake

with golden shafts in brightness traced

Greening lawns rise with newborn grass

that announces the end of a season past

everywhere life emerges from slumber

and renews the promise of Spring fever

Light softly glows on the river to my West 

currents dance and swirl without rest

and on the near sides' shadowy shore

a Kingfishers' call rings loud evermore

As I sit by the river on this sunny day

a warm breeze wafting my way

my spirit is wrapped in comfort thoughts

that fill my life with blessings brought

Defunctiveness....Revision #3

Defunctiveness

Kiss me not softly when I'm dead

just whisper a prayer in my ear instead

comfort my spirit leaving this reality

as it voyages towards its destiny

Close my eyes now fixed and still

for they no longer see light at will

they are useless in your world of color

and must prepare for darkness under

Stare not at my ashen face

for I've left this place

fix your sorrowful gaze upward slowly

and feel my soul dancing playfully

Shed not tears for my present state

rejoice in memories to compensate

I'll exist in your mind more often

and die for sure when forgotten

Now, I'll quietly return to atomic form

to renew natures' elementary norm

My substance will remain in words written

to be absorbed by descendants begotten