Poetry by Theo Engela


[All works presented here are Copyright © Theo & Christina Engela 2006 – present.]

SLOWLY FADES THE LIGHT

Slowly fades the light

As daylight turns to night;

And as life was born it’s fled

– And slowly I make my bed.

As I know the sun rises in the east

And sinks in the west,

So I know I am the least

And God the best.

I‘ve hobnobbed with the genius,

And also the fool;

But never allowed

Myself to be a tool.

For to be used

Is to be abused;

A tool in the hand

Of the ragged or the grand.

Yet through this life I’ve crept,

And many a day I’ve wept;

Not because of he or she,

But because of foolish me.

A fool is made, a fool is born,

Whichever way he is torn,

Here and there he’ll bump his head

And never learn till he’s dead.

Looking back on life I cry:

“Fool! Damned Fool!”

MERRY-GO-ROUND

It is one, two or four,

It is five, ten or more;

By ones and twos, threes and fours,

By dozens and by scores;

They all come to the fair.

And the wheel goes round and round and round, And the wheel goes round and round.

Above the buzz the crier cries:

“Enter ladies, enter gents;

For you, for you, there is a prize.

Try the rides, the stalls, the tents,

Enter where your pleasure lies.”

And the wheel goes round and round and round, And the wheel goes round and round.

They shove and bustle, laugh and talk,

They hear the music, see the lights;

Their hearts are gay when in they walk.

The feel, the smell, the noise, the sights

– Ah! The fancied flights.

And the wheel goes round and round and round, And the wheel goes round and round.

Four quarters to a turnstile,

Four men in a revolution:

How many revolutions

Are in the gate to hell?

But it clicks, clicks, clicks…

And the wheel goes round and round and round,

And the wheel goes round and round.

DRUNKARDS WIFE

Oh selfless, trusting, loving heart

Which, like chains of tempered steel,

Will not tear apart

E’en though the soul may reel;

E’en though the last straw’s dropped

And all seems lost,

A pulse remains

That can’t be stopped.

DOUBT

Doubt is like a fiend,

Like a vulture,

Sweeping on its prey

In its weakest moment.

Do you doubt,  son,

Do you doubt?

You were born to a mother, my son,

And are now running the gauntlet of life;

And like all humans

Will suffer sorrow and strife.

As surely as the sun

And the moon rise in the sky,

So  surely one day you will die.

Life,  like a stream,

meanders over many rooks|

From its source to its end

It mast run its course.

there are only two doubts in life,   son ~

A doubt in failure

Or a doubt in success.

Don’t take the latter, my boy,

Or yourself you’ll destroy.

Do you doubt,  son,

Do you doubt?

Always be as candid as you can,

And never bow to any &an.

And never say  “I can’t”,

For surely, man, you can!

Don’t follow the herd, my boy;

Be unique –

Or you’ll be a toy

In the hands of a clique.

And never run,

But stand and fight

If you’re in the right.

If you’re aggressive,

Don’t also be possessive;

A man can be generous,

Even in anger.

And don’t blow with the wind,

With the eddy and swirl;

You’re an individual,

Whether you’re boy or girl.

The choice is yours, my boy,

Whether to be the maker or the toy.

Don’t doubt,  be positive,

And you’ll be a man

As long as you live!

[All works presented here are Copyright © Theo & Christina Engela 2006 – present.]

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