Life’s tides will bring both and pain.

            Soul, skill and wit all wax and wane.

      At ebb you must repair and bear.

          At flow new heights you can attain.

             From the book, Sunset by James E Cox

 

Rhyming Haiku-Life’s Path

 

When in life you find

you no longer have control,

goal best be refined.

 

Impossible 

Impossible!  Forget the word.

Ignore it if it’s seen or heard.

Divers dreams…die…dissipate

when it keeps wit from being stirred. 

{From the book, Rubai by James E. Cox}

There is a trip we all can take

and toll for most is free.

It is the jaunt to whilom self

and you prepaid the fee.

 

To go there rest and close your eyes

and loose your mind to wend.

In time you will pass everyone

who knew you...foe or friend.

 

You will recall the good times

and those that left you sad.

You’ll find that gray days strengthened you…

the fair, too, helped a tad.

 

Remember also that the past

forged the core of you.

And moments, though but soupcons cast,

gave to your pith the glue.

 

So take again that journey,

though change one tic you can’t,

taste yesterday and then hold sway

o’er the morrow’s seeds you plant.

 

From my tome, As The Mind Meanders

Into the Blue

 

What does it mean when one says he is blue?

Do colors define the state of the mind?

Must then we describe the shade or the hue?

And what then said if you speak to the blind?

One could be azure, as blue as clear skies,

and end his refrain with eyes filled with tears.

Be he then happy or his heart decries

his lover’s affection now veers.

What then of turquoise or aquamarine?

They’re hues of blue and fair to behold,

but no sage nor saint would know what you mean

if that was the aura you said that he showed.

Blue hues may perfect on flowers or walls

but blue said of psyches may render shortfalls.

 

    Sonnet by James Cox’s, The Essence of Jim. 

Con Men

They are but feral beasts

who scam the old with stealth.

And may they choke upon the feasts

they buy with ill-gained wealth

 

From Jim Cox’s chapbook, Diverse Verse.

Trump and Press Don’t Coalesce 

Trump always has attacked the press...

they make blood pressure rise.

He looks to be under much duress

to air some place to post his lies.

 

I guess Fox News has let him down...

their lies with his don’t always jibe.

He damned near has complete breakdown

when they downplay his diatribe.

{If Trump could just switch to facts,

the rest of us could all relax.}

 

Trump’s Worst in Verse is available at Authorhouse, Amazon and Barnes & Noble.