Richard - re Broken Hearts, I wrote it, and if you like it, you have my permission to use it.

Karl - I like your poem.

Gus the Theater Cat is by TS Eliot

I'll see if I can find "My Favorite Duchess" and post it here. That's another good TS Eliot poem.

Thanks oldsailor, your poem is really good.

My mistake. Of course I have heard of T. S. Eliot, but never read any of his work, so i didn't recognize it and thought it was yours.

Lots of weird things happen.

O. D.

I was on the road, down on my luck,
When a farmer on tractor picked me up.
It started to shimmy at fifty-five.
I said, "This thing got overdrive?

We did some "T". I shifted gears.
And paranoid with civil fears,
We ripped around the parking lot.
We didn't care if we got caught.

Back on the road, we took the lead.
While shifting gears, we did some speed.
Our heads were hot. We did a lot.
We passed a truck, and I woke up.


This was an actual dream I had. I wrote this poem about it when I awoke. The tractor was one of those old Fords with the tie rod connections down beside the foot pedals. And the parking lot was triangular, at a fork in the road, where a small saloon was located, in New Jersey.

Below are the lyrics to a song I wrote twenty years ago.

'TIL HE COMES

There's not a lot more time you know.
There's just a short while left to go
'Til He comes.
'Til He comes.

The wedding feast is all prepared
And we're invited to be there
When He comes.
When He comes.

People of God get ready.
The bride of Christ must shine
With the Son.

Our righteousness has left us bare.
Do you know what you're gonna wear
When He comes?
When He comes.

The wedding feast is now proclaimed.
Will you be dressed and not ashamed
When He comes?
When He comes.

People of God get ready
There isn't much more time
To run the race
To grow in grace
Reflect His glory and shine shine shine.

There's not a lot more time you know
For us to feed on Christ and grow
'Til He comes.
'Til He comes.

People of God get ready.
The bride of Christ must shine
With the Son.

People of God get ready.
The bride of Christ must shine
'Til He comes.

Karl - This looks like a really good one .

The following contains a message found in "Ecclesiastes," therefore the title.

ECCLESIASTICLE

There is a road, clearly marked, "Highway of The Masses,"
With bridges over rivers and tunnels through the passes.
The highway of the masses is an easy road to trod,
But I'll never smell the roses if I don't get off the road.

I would rather sail the ocean. I would rather climb the mountain.
I would rather raft the river, looking for the magic fountain,
Than to hurry down the highway, I swear by all that's holy,
for if I miss a part of life, I'd rather do it slowly.

Others take the easy way, with fewer hills to climb,
Green pastures for the jungles and badlands of my time.
Sometimes I think myself a fool because of my decisions
To freely choose the way I go, with personal revisions.

When I recall these few words I heard some time ago,
Of going fast and slow and living high and low.
"No matter where we come from, no matter who's to blame,
Though we arrive at different times, our destiny's the same."

But my passions carry me to paths of life I have not tasted.
Whichever way I go, the road taken is not wasted.
And I reserve the right to turn aside and stay
Long enough to see and smell the roses on the way.

I never knew that we had so many poets on CA, notice I didn't say talented!
You guys know I'm kidding. You are all very talented.

pk

PKRAUSE

WELL did you know that I have not posted any poems
because I know I am not a poet

dgrimm60