Aces, Braces, Faces And Laces In Wintry Watersheds Poem by John Sensele

Aces, Braces, Faces And Laces In Wintry Watersheds



Life lost in saline streams
Straining to see
Possibilities in reams and streams
Crane to love me

Although I desire nothing unproven
In the world I grapple to save
From madness and sadness woven
In webs only the brave

Dare to challenge
In the open where nerves
Bent on revenge
Achieve rubbish that serves

No useful purposes
In improving prospects
For souls that befriend porpoises
Upon finding at their detriment suspects

Aren't always guilty
Despite evidence claiming the world gets better
Now that the mighty
Grow less bitter

Engaging concerns
Thrown to back pages
For too long in urns
Where they rot for ages

Hoping dreams come true
For creatures great and small
Whose wisdom and freedom glue
Souls who can play ball

In efforts to fraternize
Erstwhile enemies
And modernize to incentivize
The growth economies

Need to plant sesame seeds
To grow goodwill
Through daring deeds
Whose efficient effects spill

To the general populace
Who longs for shelter
As technologies race
Forth to implement the letter

That signifies happiness
Flying into every quarter
Where it jettisons sadness
Drowning it into wintry water.

Sunday, April 29, 2018
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John Sensele

John Sensele

Ndola, Zambia
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