Time brings no conclusion
Meaning an illusion
Cause and effect
Reveals this sad defect
Uncertainty, just confusion;
Grown old we must adapt
To cover our mishaps
We cannot trust our bowels
At lapses sweet Nuns scowl,
To hide the spreading Dementia
We sit quietly in absentia;
We give away our clothes
And stutter-step on toes
The silence drys our voice;
We can't defend our choice; We lose the will to step,
Where once we danced adept.
The rose withers in her cheek
I kiss the channeled creek
She smiles in sad rebuke
And side steps as she stoops.
Uncertainty is clear
Will I be here next year?
Will I flop upon the floor
And sleep the sleep 'no more.'
Blizzard/Schmizzard~ Are you under a snow drift? Are you camo'd in white? Do you look like a snow cone? Oh what a delight... I've heard of your blizzard, A metre of snow, Millions of people With nowhere to go! I worried for a moment About your dire fate Because the 'Big Apple' Is not the 'Snow State So thought I would write you To spark a ‘hot’ riff While gently I mock you Of the snow we call 'skiff. My advice to the novice Of the fluffy white stuff Make sure you wear long johns You won’t last in the buff. Xo Elaine
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I would like to translate this poem
You who live in the northern climea Exiled-for your many crimes For trapping furry little creatures, Dare to mock us as our teacher. You serve your sentence in the mines, You hack the earth as if snow blind; The bite of frost is on your cheek Your lips do tremble as you speak. You make a virtue of mere survival Snow is certain of arrival; Your punishment is the barren land Where wind cuts harshly like icy sand. Purge your sins in the icy blast I only hope that you can last Snow and ice ordered the Judge.i