I know.

Sorry about the Finnish and the Polish pun, it wasn't really German to the poem.

Sometimes life is boring.

Sometimes we all feel like all is vanity.

Sometimes we are depressed.

But other times we are okay.


ENNUI

Eerie lights illuminate the empty escadrille,
As episodes in ebony escape ethereal,
And eccentric evolutions are wandering at will,
And easy eyes are watching from the hill.

The essence of the evidence eludes the elegy,
And explanations suffer from eventualities,
But the edges are embellished and exhumed in effigy,
And exalted to an esoteric eschatology.

El Dorado dancing in elysian eclipse,
Calls for extradition of ephemeral ellipse
From egregious epidemics, where the emigrants elapse,
And the equinox egresses, and the element elopes.

Exotic expectations entice eternity,
To entertain esthetics of the Eastern embassy,
Where echelons of elegance exceed epitome,
And eagerly expectorate eternal ennui.

This was written by one of my wife's students.

The Shoes They Could Have Filled!

Of a doctor, a lawyer, a chemist perhaps,
Maybe one’s for running laps,

Construction worker who builds churches,
Or just the one who sits and worships.

A nurse, accountant or teacher,
Maybe even the wife of a preacher.

It’s countless, really, all these “what ifs” and “maybes,”
But they’ll all go unanswered if you kill your babies.

The shoes they could have filled,
If they had not been killed.


RoseMary Blankenship
Ola Christian Academy

Hey that's a good one karl.

KARL

tell you wife to tell the student that was a very
good poem with lots of meaning

dgrimm60

Will do. Thanks, Richard and dgrimm.

I agree, it is very good and I like the meaning.

here's another one of mine.

In The Early Morning

In the early morning, an hour before the dawn,
The party is over, and all the people gone,
And I can see my breath as I walk across the lawn
Where my cold and empty carriage waits to take me home alone.

Many are the times when I have walked this way before,
And many are the moments when I wanted something more
Than the many moments wasted wanting someone to ignore
My hesitation, when your love was knocking at my door.

Amid the fog of chaos I see order shining through,
For many are the choices, but the chosen ones are few,
And the choices you are making, of the things you want to do
Are the choices in the plan that was chosen just for you.

Along the way I have learned that patience is the key
To the treasure trove of happiness and opportunity.
So, go your way with patience, and someday you will see
That you have always been where you were always meant to be.

OLDSAILOR29

WELL that is an interesting poem
with meaning

dgrimm60

Thank you dgrimm60. Some of my poems come out of my own experience, and some of them are inspired by other things. One thing that inspires me is another good poem. Some of my favorite poets are Bob Dylan, Kris Kristofferson, Harry Chapin, Shel Silverstein, Willie Nelson, Tony Joe White, Jerry Jeff Walker, Ray Stevens, and Guy Clark. All are song writers, and most have written Country songs, and most wrote different kinds of songs. And one of my poems, this one, was inspired by a Joan Baez song. While it does not reflect my theology or philosophy, there is a Biblical theology which it does reflect, and that would be found in Ecclesiastes.

EASY WAYS TO DIE

Life is just a gamble for no one can deny
That yesterday could not be seen 'til yesterday came by.
It's only curiosity that vainly questions, why
Are lifetimes wasted in the search for easy ways to die.

There is no Justice in the realm. Confusion is the king.
Reality is certainly a most uncertain thing.
And chances are the kings and queens will never wonder why
They're searching for a gentle, kind, and easy way to die.

Equality eludes us as we struggle through the night
Of unconcern and apathy, with no relief in sight.
'Til rivers of futility have run completely dry,
The thirst will not be lessened for an easy way to die.

Hypocrites and hypnotists, who stand upon a wall
Of innocent bystanders who fail to heed the call
For freedom and for brotherhood, you never even try
To justify the trade you ply for easy ways to die.

We exploit and we expand, and overuse the greed,
As we borrow from the future for an unimportant need,
And on the road to poverty we seem to spiral high,
But we discover it's another easy way to die.

The wheel of life is turning while the players stand around
Speaking of advantages, simple and profound.
Advantages are null and void. The wheel would never lie.
It sees in every other notch an easy way to die.

The brave will play in silence. The cowards, how they cry.
But all must pass the table with the stakes beyond the sky.
The dream of every player, as time is passing by,
The wheel will nest and come to rest on easy ways to die.

The deck is stacked against me, but if I just pretend
To let it go and bluff, you know I get to play again.
A deuce will beat a dead man's hand if he believes the lie.
To choke on eights and aces is an easy way to die.

The time will come when everyone on earth will be the same.
Ash to ash and dust to dust, we understand the game
And each will have the same reward as tranquil days go by.
We'll rest in peace for we have found the easy way to die.

OLDSAILOR29

YES this is also a good poem and the last
part she brings out the bible thought

dgrimm60