Cruises & Rude Bruises Poem by John Sensele

Sad songs in sad times
Band aid bruises
We feel as climbs and pantomimes
Fail to rouse enthusiasm in cruises

Which fail to light and wrap up
Enthusiasm in partners
Who feel our coquettish cup
Rains no brainers

That subtract sustenance and substance in advance
As we launch into love
With the blinkered eye lance
Assumed to emanate from above

When in fact figments of our imagination
By stealth
Creation, action and motion
Nourish the health and wealth

Sad songs promise
To cauterize disappointments
We confront upfront as we miss
Achievement appointments

Which in our minds spell and tell certainty
When in fact reality spins
Opposite facets uncertainty
Pronounces in pins, sins and wins

We can't ascertain
Despite our grandiose belief
That the rain and strain in our pain
Plucks and pulverizes the mischief

Our past springs on the present
Held at ransom
To represent
At random

A sanitized future
In which struggles
We delete from our comfort culture
Unite with model miracles

Sent alongside angels
From above
Operate so well a particular initiative gels
With limpid lumps of love

To ensure love yields a plethora of wonder wins
Despite blues
Love streams in reams of needles and pins
When it maintains, sustains and retains succor in the last lap of its sentiment stews

As the resolute reality ring
Shakes cobwebs from our eyes
To bring and string
Together facts, feats and faith in evicting lies from our serene skies.