Nature swings between creation and destruction
leading my soul to sway, careen and question.
The mentally ill swing in and out of reality.
Some of their sane counterparts never reach it.
Every child knows the longer the rope the higher the swing.
Many adults having forgotten this lesson, cling to short
ropes, never to swing high.
The word "swinging" has been corrupted by oversexed couples
who swing from light to darkness.
Big Band Swing Music of the 30's has been replaced by 3
guitars and a drum.
The pendulum swings to tell time unless you're Edgar Allan Poe.
A halyard swing can be good clean fun tiptoeing on water
or a dangerous slam into the bow.
"Sometimes I'm up, sometimes I'm down, but know my soul is
heavenly bound. Swing low sweet chariot."
Augustus / Houston, TX / May 27, 2017
- Author: Augustus (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: May 27th, 2017 09:45
- Comment from author about the poem: Just thinking about swings.
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 69
Comments9
Swinging bells get the clapper .Swinging in the rain . War and swingers in peace . 50 shades of swings . Henry VIII showed Anne a swinging good time . And my favorite Sing Swing prison .
Nice reply. Thanks.
Good write Augustus,
Thanks.
Really like this poem, Augustus! Brilliant insights. Love the counterpoints.
Thanks for reading and commenting.
A fine write A.
Thanks a lot.
A nice swing about my thoughts of swing
Thanks for reading and the comment.
Love the picture you chose. Makes me think of your poem in that what could happen if we swing out too far, that is being too risky in our behavior and choices. Really like the style of this work. 🙂
Thanks so much queen of style. Yes we can swing to far risking life and limb, our livelihood . Yet we don't grow unless we do. Fortunately with an intelligent woman at our side we'll listen to reason.
You are a very sweet gentleman!
Brilliant this sir
I love it....
Well done Augustus
Thanks.
This is absolutely marvelous my friend
pelagic pen
Appreciate your comment
Very good write. We all swing in our lives, the highs are great the lows not so.
Without experiencing the lows we don't appreciate the highs as you well know. "Even though I walk in the darkest valley" thanks.
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