Lasting Thought

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What may flesh beget;
But more of it in myraid form.
What becomes time suffered man --
Feathered dust from which he’s born.

What lingering part of man’s flesh lives
To celebrate beyond the grave;
Only half of half and on,
As generations make him fade.

Not but man’s thought, fresh and pure,
Will keep his form forever;
Be it symphony replayed
Or reasoned new endeavor.

A thought, quite simple or complex,
Leaves lasting legacy of man
As others build upon it more
Or use it time and time again.

Think not your flesh a gift to pass
As it shall shortly cease exist,
Only mans immortal mind
Bequests a hope as pure as this.

by Rodney Crater

Copyright 2007 Rodney Crater

Some Unknown Whimsey's Mirth

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How cold to wrest from just my touch
The tender soft rapport
Of one who I've grown closely to
And come to much adore.

What cruelty opened up my heart
That lay cast frozen deep
Driving it down further still
To forever sleep.

Was humor found at my dismay;
Did laughter come to call.
Was this just some drama play
For whimsy's beck and call?

Do answer please, those so wise
What reason could there be,
For handing out such happiness
Then tearing it from me.

Alone again my heart remains,
Entombed, eternally dour
While brightness shines upon my face
Masking pain-filled hours.

by Rodney Crater

Copyright 2007 by Rodney Crater

Sanctity of Self

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From where does your right to exist begin,
Is there a reason or purpose within;
Do you see life as grand greatness to win,
Or do you lie helpless, all needy and grim?

Life could be spent on placing the blame,
From one to another, all of you lame or,
Vivaciousness could be the song of your heart,
Living new challenge of which you are part!

Shall you wake happy, in love with your path or
Will you cast darkness and self pity’s wrath;
A beacon's light shining for others to see or,
A whimpering whiner - incessantly.

Shall you spend life making things work,
Or are you a looter, moocher, a jerk.
What do you see as your just desserts;
Are they gained rightly or taken by shirk?

Choose wisely your way and take great heed,
Of those who unjustly fake their great need.
Keep always to you the sanctity of self,
And follow your dreams, make your own wealth.

Rodney Crater
Copyright 2007 Rodney Crater