Tuesday, 19 August 2014

TIES THAT BIND by Bob Paris

 
 
There once was a man and his dog.
Together, days n’er were a slog.
Be they young in spirit,
Sands fall and they feel it.
Eternal, this bond cuts the fog.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
TIES THAT BIND by Bob Paris © 8.18.2014

Thursday, 14 August 2014

AND… By Bob Paris © 8.14.2014 all rights reserved




Hickulous dickulous splay
Field mouse sprints
Right down the fray 

Am I just another
Soul here sent asunder
To live out this herckus array  

Of day upon week upon month
Each year it does tally to sums
That leave me all breathless
And here I pause to catch this
Dear moment a minute
A lunch 

Yet in this I'm thinking
Each heartbeat here pulsing
A fleeting it gives me such pause 

For if I should leave soon
I will make much more room
For those who come after and
Pulse 

And carry on forward
A shadow of genus
Of yesterdays
Rolled on in style

So … 

Hickulous dickulous slay
This ghost of said field mouse displays
Complete understanding
Of life in full standing
Here for a moment  

And …

 

 

AND… By Bob Paris © 8.14.2014 all rights reserved

 

Wednesday, 6 August 2014

BETWEEN by Bob Paris © 8.6.2014


Noble heart yearning soul
Quickened by longing requited
Calmed through acts undertaken
Moved with force as if amplified
By crackling strings that run
To stars and firmament and faraway
Ground of ties to the space in between
Molecule and movement
Wave and particle and arcing light
All that weaves in mighty quiet
These laneways of shimmered stillness
In transit of a single knowing smile
 

 
BETWEEN by Bob Paris © 8.6.2014