Thursday, August 28, 2008

A Quilt of All Occasions

A quilt of feelings

Emotions knit into the

Fabric of my being

Truth, beauty, love, honor

The colors are my cornerstone

Yet ocean waves whittle away

My morality

New aspects of truth

What is so truly right and wrong

The many shades now in-between

Vast layers of hidden beauty rediscovered

Passions of love stimulated by six senses

Brain’s new chemical compositions

Owner degraded , complimented by questioning

My values so different each day

A new compromise,

A tolerance of ignorance

Ambiguity that simple do not understand

Everything too fast

Rapid the change and new language with it

Inventions supercede each other

The mind lags far behind this lightning


Mutations create new species, yet many die

A new language of science, computers


I have not learned yet. And will been superceeded

So I cover myself with the

Old patterns, my beautiful quilt

My truth, my value of beauty

My emotional involvement of love

Trying to retain some sense of balance

Lest my honor be shattered

Bombarded by the day’s deeds and


I recline, pull the quilt over my body

Cover and soon fall into a

Trance – a kaleidoscope of my

Life while it lasts, a quilt of all occasions .
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Each of us carries

An invisible weight of guilt

Of each step – intentional or not –

That with each hour of joy

Happiness as an ankle chain draws us down

It is the imperfection of our life

As we stoop and straighten with


Good deed

And creation

(For more of Arthur's poetry, see,, or Google "Arthur Weil Poetry Books". )

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Donate Organs

This is something very personal.

I shudder, bit scared

Shall I donate my organs

So another human can see through my eyes?

Kidneys pump,

Liver, gets rid of toxins and God knows what

My heart in someone else’s body

My feelings once connected to my brain

Was that destined?

I feel a need to preserve

Who are my benefactors,

The receivers of my glands?

An activist? A hater?

Will it be an imbecile or innocent child?

I will never know

Will I be generous

Part of an another body?

Let’s hope the gun

Never fires again

Nor a sudden heart attack

Besides, I still have an unfinished obituary

(For more of Arthur's poetry, see,, or Google "Arthur Weil Poetry Books". )

One Minute History

One Minute History

The funky fortune of time

Ticks like a heavy heartbeat

Easily encompasses the organism

Builds sensitivity searches within

As terrific tender tentacles reach out

Ever active to find and forage -

Fantastic food, creative clothing, odd objects

Incessant until the tedious tired brain rings a bell

Of rest – stop – recoup – recharge

And at dizzy days end

We add up admirably our deeds and misdeeds

Some with joy and jubilance

Others with concern and misgivings

Selective summation of new totality

Recount the savvy spin

From the myriads of mundane to decisive

Search eager events of earlier hours

Our one-minute history of this day

Eager advice given, things and more things bought

Planned and spontaneous fix, E-mail, creative conclusion

The rip-roaring rich, full day of activity

The criticism, huzzahs, thank you,

Haste and hurry before dawn

Like water running between fingers

So day’s event visibly slip through

No second chance, no return – too late

The gift of day devoured, dissipated, and done

Better tomorrow – our turn again

(For more of Arthur's poetry, see,, or Google "Arthur Weil Poetry Books". )