Poems ✍️

One never really knows when anathema will strike;
Some sense portent of th' bizarre by....malediction.

Did th' Mayans really understand God, and science
Or... did Nostradamas own a Waterford crystal ball?

And, should I be awakened in my pinched pine-box
Will th' cold silence re-instill my cold mortal being?

I own no ilixur...that might soothe your manic mind;
I can speculate but that would be merely speculation.

Truth is... I possess no quench to deign such queries;
Reason being..Lifes too short for th' non-negotiables.




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Frank James Ryan, Jr/FjR