life and death – The Poetry Of J.P.

The Game of Craps

The poetry of rolling dice against the odds in a descending staircase

The world is a gamble,
In jest we place our bets
and wink at destiny
as hopeful players do
in this the game of craps.

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I Was Sad to See You Go

Life is so short,
death is so long,
and happiness
is in between.

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It Was An Honor To Know Him – Part 1-3

To think a mans fate is decided
not by the battle won or lost
but by the heart alone, is more
than one can bare. Atone we will

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You Can Do This – Part 2

But that was then and this is now.
Today, even the gods of Rapa Nui

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Appropriate Appointments

When you are wrinkled with wrack and worry,
and all outside of the window whips by

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