Life & Death: 3 Poems by me

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Although i do (on some really bad days) contemplate suicide, i never forget how long it takes for spirit and matter to get it together ...so then i get angry with the universe for putting me in that 'no win' situation ~ the following Bad Day poem is basically me having a go at Nature.

However, before you jump into that rant, i should say that on my more content days i believe our parent universe (/ multiverse) means us no harm, and that when our spirits leave our bodies we will know each-other in ways our earth-bound minds are incapable of imagining / remembering.
So I have also posted two of my small Good Day poems: one considers the will of the universe (as i, in my ignorance, imagine it), and the other suggests that the ways of the cosmos are not for us to ponder too deeply ~ i hope they manage to console and inspire.

Comments are, of course, welcome ...however you feel about them

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Bad Day poem: Millenia Mania

I see the world about me, busy
bursting with new life, new dreams,
and wonder why it doesn't cry
so hard its massive molten seams

erupt with unconsolable screams. It's clear
birdsong doesn't always soothe when calm is sought,
can't counteract those zillions of years
of struggle which, at times, gave birth to nought

but wave break upon jagged rock,
comet crash on magnetic field,
and weak, hungry hands which planted alot
only to die as their seeds refused to yield.

I feast on life's rhythms of colour, am just
in awe at the skill and time it took
our galaxy to conjure love from dust
but sometimes I just wanna juk

it in its side, say: is there any point
of beauty if such things can't last?!
I think the problem is, in part, it won't
give up the grave, that womb of its past;

I think its growing pains are too intent
on faking contentment in flowers and stars
...like most things it creates, it seems hell bent
on hiding its battle-sore, time-tugged scars

in patterns; would rather cover them over,
weep very little, look cool, seem brave,
but whenever I hear its chilly laughter
I'd like to smash rocks, like a wave,

and punch at the sky with every piece
of broken heart and unfettered soul,
in part because that might bring ease,
but mostly because its grave is not my goal.

~ ~

Good Day poems X 2:

Promise

From awe-inspiring fusions
and ticking smithereens,
to pleasure-giving talents
and thought-provoking dreams,

each aspect of our being
communicates Earth's wish
to fulfil a Cosmic purpose;
to turn potential into is.

~ ~

Facing the Future

If space/time stood still there'd be
no ageing ~ no entropy ~ however,
we (in order to function)
need that ability to shift
which is disintegration,
so try not to dwell on getting older
or tax your brain's precious energy
getting to grips
with space/time's
ripples and dips,
just delight in its / our vibrancy
and love unstintingly ~ be bolder
(but if you really want to
increase your chances of
a longer earthly life, you
could move to a part of the world
where gravity's grasp is stronger!)

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I have never cared for poetry before. I'd read Robert Frost and have it completely go over my head nothing could force me to care about the words.

Though I do see greatness in this:
I see the world about me, busy
bursting with new life, new dreams,
and wonder why it doesn't cry
so hard its massive molten seams

erupt with unconsolable screams. It's clear
birdsong doesn't always soothe when calm is sought,
can't counteract those zillions of years
of struggle which, at times, gave birth to nought

i'm glad you liked that bit ...even tho it's full of rage and despair.
the poem was written in the heat of the moment and describes exactly how i was feeling, so i'm relieved to know the passion travelled well ...and maybe made you less dis-interested in poetry in general?

Can't believe i spelt "Millennia" wrong in the first poem's title (...and am gutted it's now too late to fix that mistake), but then the 7th line could've been better too!
Have decided it should've said:

"make up for those millennia
of struggle which..."

(ia sort of rhymes with year ...just hope the verse 'still' makes sense to everyone else!)

&
i think the poem "Promise" would have been a tad cuter if its second line had said:

"and tinkling smithereens"

what d'ya think?