upon waking every morning
I offer silent benediction
for the ability
to revel
with full faculty
of this aging body
still going strong
where ability sans
enjoying the simple pleasures
available thru bodily senses
plus cavorting with teenage daughters
in my nonsensical mien
worth more than money can buy
yet of course if I did
happen to be a lucky lottery winner
that could definitely relief
some anxiety and allow
me to breathe easy
yet could never do justice
pitted against robust
body, mind and spirit triage!
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Come, come thou bleak December wind (fragment) by Samuel Coleridge
- To A Friend Who Sent Me Some Roses poem – John Keats poems
- Владимир Британишский – Огонь
- For Anne Gregory by William Butler Yeats
- No Worst, There Is None. Pitched Past Pitch Of Grief poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- Tithonus poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Making It Work by Philip Levine
- The Tavern by Willa Cather
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Коса
- Владимир Маяковский – Весна (Город зимнее снял)
- The Answer by Rudyard Kipling
- Sonnet VI. To G. A. W. poem – John Keats poems
- the_world.html
- Simple Heart
- Низами Гянджеви – Ты видишь: я твой давний друг
Some external links:
Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
