Laughter, Love and Lust

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LAUGHTER, LOVE AND LUST
by John T. Baker

Here’s to laughter, love and lust,
Fill full this life while yet we may;
Too soon comes duty, death and dust.

The past is spent, the future just
An I.O.U. of doubtful pay;
So here’s to laughter, love and lust.
We’ll weep tomorrow if we must
But make the most of time today;
Too soon comes duty, death and dust.

What lies ahead we dare not trust,
It’s consequence we cannot weigh,
So here’s to laughter, love and lust.
Who wants to wait until we rust,
Until we wither and decay?
Too soon comes duty, death and dust.

Join the feast, devour each crust,
Drain the glass without delay;
Here’s to laughter, love and lust!
Too soon comes duty, death and dust.

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I know this was supposed to cheer me up, but it’s made me even sadder!

I better write one crazy good poem today, I haven’t felt this sad in a long time. (I’m losing my sanity, that must be it - too much poetry is evil, who can take so much truth?) A dirty buisness… I’m sorry, I don’t know why I’m in this thread ranting - nice poem. Just dandy! So touching, I’m moved. nOIGUJUW#$(HJ9iugg

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Be moved. And get moving… I am sorry if it depressed you, but I bet you have more years than I do to find laughter, love and lust. Just find some love. Try to lower your expectations for a perfect life - there is none sweetie… and laugh it off.

A little lust doesn’t hurt either.

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Good poem, tight, succinct. Reminds me of Dylan Thomas’ “Do not go gently into that good night/ Rage against the dying of the light.”

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Dionysus beckons……
=P~ :evilfun:

Apollo warns……
[-X :sunglasses:

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All Apollo needed was that arrow from Eros… or a rainbow and a song. Lust is lust. love is love - from sea to shining sea.

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This one cheered me up. Thanks Bessy :slight_smile:

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Is this a villanelle - seems to read like one or my impression of a villanelle’s traditional structure

lhw - AKA: The Straight-faced Clown AKA: M.C. Tape-Hiss

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Yes! You are good! It has been such a long time since I was in school - I had forgotten…

[i]vil·la·nelle (vĭl’ə-nĕl’) pronunciation
n.

A 19-line poem of fixed form consisting of five tercets and a final quatrain on two rhymes, with the first and third lines of the first tercet repeated alternately as a refrain closi[/i]ng the succeeding stanzas and joined as the final couplet of the quatrain.