My Cup
By Sybil Fulk

I never thought it would mean so much
To hold a cup that you once touched
One you had chosen just for me
With careful thought, so lovingly

I did not put much thought in to
The meaning of this gift from you
It seemed a small but thoughtful thing
But now this gift means everything

I place my lips upon its rim
And think of memories now dim
Of moments that we’d often share
While you sat in your favorite chair

Reminiscences of the past
come like rivers in a dream
overwhelming and drowning

the past is just time lapsed
the lost petals and leaves
remind one of the hollowness
of days we had to grieve

passed by in isolation
as time bailed on
the roses
the apples
the dry potato chips
lady fingers
wine of sweet grape vine
all did remind
as time merged into oblivion

and

now time has come
to become
a painted picture
on the wall of Time

I did everything, except tying my shoe laces
with one shoe in future, other in the present
my feet won't need them, when I leap ahead
but laces shall tie me, to footprints that fade

Do you have skeletons
In your locker?

Is your backpack
Getting heavy,
Carrying around
The stones people
Have thrown at you?

(Why did you ever insist
On picking them up,
Anyway?)

Is your pencil box
Filled with pencils
That write in
Other people’s
Critical voices?

How much of your life
Is determined by
High school
Hatred and shame?

Your soul is like
The ugly duckling

(This may be the first
Compliment you’ve heard
In a while…)

Triangle roofs, watch towers,
five hundred year old steep walls,
cobblestone and marble
are lighted aslant.

River covered
by trembling zig-zags
carries a mystery, gleaming initials,
in the parchment of night.

Tree shadows,
the oblique obelisks
to the former dusks,
lean over the silver ink
almost touching the other bank.

Homeless sells his guitar.
It cries. Nylon strings are
strongly attached.

We enjoy while ago
When we have ambiance of fresh air
For a duration of time
Because one like Moses came
Though he was betrayed by his cohort
Who force him out not to complete his mandate
The outgoing of a peaceful man
Is causing an outcry in all the corners
Many know there is a righteous man who shortly assume a throne

Governments live by statistics
Its a big numbers crunching game
Leaders lie with analytics
To hide the reality lame

As bait and debate turn irate
By pretentious politicians
Regarding economic state
Mindful of nearing elections

More numbers keep oscillating
Figures vary and polls figure
Damning, detracting, distracting
Parties rush to reconfigure

Candidates campaigns are rooted
To ensure rivals are routed
Electors re-inspired, voted
Hoping for Electees devoted

Ask any rich guy
what is losing like

ask a Casino connoisseur
what is it like to lose

ask any sexy guy
what he can do
when his doesn't rise
the biggest loss is this

and

ask a woman
what loss is
when hubby starts looking at women
more beautiful than she

'tis profound MISERY

Euthanasia please!!!!
that alone loss is

I am gone from lasting beauty,
gone from the spiritual height;

and move as a machine moves,
cold, with no baring for right.

I sinned the way a man sins
who's given up spiritual light,

listened to the desires of body
and gave it pleasures to delight.

And all the while, healing of spirit
I ignored, laid in physical grave.

Now eternals disperse from me
to accelerate a deep space run,

I feel I’ve moved at light years
from the protection of my sun.

Leaves fall
to make way
for winter coats

frozen
lakes then thaw
for spring to sail

summer
waits her turn
to step on stage