Trial Of Thought (I yearn to be sublime) The time is getting closer, Their objective is almost here; It really isn’t the waiting But their arrival is what I fear It’s easier to be a coward And learn to run and hide, But it isn’t all that easy For one with supposed pride They always … Continue reading Trial Of Thought
I’m not sure any of this is “real” poetry – and not sure I really want to know.
Some of it has been written due to inspiration by others… some of it written for me…
and some of it written for unwitting audiences. Some of it has been published…
and some of it I wish were. It’s all copyrighted but not sure that matters.
Jesus Christ, for ‘Us’ Sake
Jesus Christ, for 'Us' Sake (Is there doubt He was human outward and within?) Did Jesus get splashed or even wet his feet, When he walked across the Sea of Galilee? And did He ever run anywhere, breathless, short-winded, plain, mundane, like you and me? Did He ever unceremoniously scratch an itch, Like … Continue reading Jesus Christ, for ‘Us’ Sake
You Raise Your Sword
(I sensed your shift ... your drift ...) You Raise Your Sword I’ve known of your movement, during and since; no longer needing to convince. Steady, onward. Encroaching. Though not approaching entirely within view. I knew, as you initially intimated. I sensed your shift, your drift, and ill-intent, incrementally inching forward. Today you reach the … Continue reading You Raise Your Sword
(A parted life, and its dreams.) Perch Starkness, its reality, reins. A parted life, and its dreams, scattered. Isolated, on a cold slab of marble floor. Is it smooth, hoary to touch? A witness from this particular perch; too lofty for emotion and such emittance. Too low for indifference.
(All followers and no swollowers of pride.) Lemmings, Inc. No need for constant sunshine, I'm not like you … so damn weak; I can get by easily, quite nicely with a somber sky… so bleak. No relenting to offspring of fatigue, No yielding to that thing you do; For me … yawns aren’t contagious, The … Continue reading Lemmings, Inc.
He, I Thought I Knew
(As all cursed the curse of mortality.) He, I Thought I Knew Their spoken words, weighed well, Carefully chosen but easily said; Words flowed today, freely, fluent, Words adamant, assured, addictive. So admirable, summarizing a life About he, I thought I knew. Who is this man, so gallant, So eloquently eulogized in detail? Intrepid, lionhearted; … Continue reading He, I Thought I Knew
A Blessing in Disguise
(Wishful thinking, with twinkling eyes.) A Blessing in Disguise© Far too many long years ago I set these eyes on her last Years owned by the ages now they slipped away too fast I was certain she was it … the one It felt fate-enabled, and pre-assigned This meant, for sure, we’d endure In fact, … Continue reading A Blessing in Disguise
Nothing She was impeccable in both body and mind, she was also sweet in manner and was unselfishly kind We were what we looked for, a million-in-one chance, we knew it right away and started our romance She was a girl and a woman, both, in every way, my love, her love, our love, … Continue reading Nothing
Ban Trashed Toilets
(Polluted porcelain.) Ban Trashed Toilets Finally, our trash pickup day is here, as our refuse, doesn’t just disappear. Trash cans and litter line the street, including, ugh, a shitty toilet and seat. It isn’t something proud, pretty to see, knowing its lifespan was dunged debris. Who’s the insensitive, inscrutable lout, moving his crapper from inside … Continue reading Ban Trashed Toilets
The Old Man Decrepit
(Beware his interest.) The Old Man Decrepit The old man decrepit, crumbling. Gnarled oak hands twisted, crusty; musty emittance his cologne. Bent, wrinkled, wrinkles cut deep, like a bayou, stagnant and dark. A spidery sub-cellar in the dank earth. He receives old man sympathy from those who don’t know him; from those unaware … but … Continue reading The Old Man Decrepit