Bunce

On the lookout for some extras

Minor supplements at hand

To beef up pocket luxuries

Find niceties unplanned

To do with gay abandon

Take a chance and spend

On sorts of things that do for you

A trifle would-be recommend 

Spiral Eyes

 

Looking both ways deep within

Misleading in a twirl

To the sound of soft distortion

That struggles to unfurl

No one can say in truth which way

Whoever ran the gauntlet

Insanely spinning tearfully

A crazy twirling silhouette

Trapped inside a rolling river stream

Losing sight of which way next

No chance to find the other side

Not sink below and die perplexed

 

I Am

 

In amongst the myriads

Harmoniously contained

Cooperating seamlessly 

In essence unconstrained

Creatures full of promises

Needing help to understand

That nothing is for certain

That even less was planned

Though consciousness and ego

Commanding from behind

Will be awake when challenged

In conversations with the mind

Curiosity is its driving force

In limiting the cost

Among members of a family

Who do their best to not get lost

 

A Fond Farewell

 

Seeking gold by counting pennies

Putting by in porcelain

Expecting that by carrying weight

Will bring riches in the main

Wealth may bring some extra care

From those below the line

Who, happily, will shower you

And so reshape to reassign

Transference of yours to theirs

Will bestow on others rosy views

Who may attend when passing by

Or write obituaries in the news