(An arena and cell.) A Quick Parole I’m back in it again. Just waiting for when Others decide control. I’m in an arena and cell, Both showcase and hell, As others ogle my soul. I’m through this before, Never asked for more; Hoping a quick parole.
Poetry?
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.
Our Rainbow Baby
(Rainbow dreams come with warning.) Our Rainbow Baby She’s my significant other, my wife, my sunlight in this storm still raging. As facing life lost with no compromise. A miscarriage … not always of justice. Sometimes, of fortune or good intent, or, of heartbeats’ spontaneous end. Unanswered questions now torment, as debilitating grief now develops; … Continue reading Our Rainbow Baby
Giving
She gave me a vase So I’d pick her flowers; She gave me time So I’d count the hours She gave me good intentions So I’d change my ways; She gave me an outlook So to lengthen our days She gave me listening So I’d hear our song; She made me promise her So I’d do … Continue reading Giving
Euphoria Punctured Then
(Recognizing the jolt.) Euphoria Punctured Then Horrific, heinous, panic, dread, Too many monikers for fear; Hands tied… and not free to act, Trapped… leaves defenses sheer I’m weak, hollow, depleted now, As fears’ result always a price; But prayer, occasionally free, I guess it worked and did suffice Looking back, tedious torture, Those fears not … Continue reading Euphoria Punctured Then
Thinking It Through
(Your empire toppled ... ) Thinking It Through You say you think it wise for your perennial disguise, but who do you think you’re tricking? All your life you kept sticking to your one-tracked ways and your people-fooling days. You aren’t a supreme being anymore as your reign died without a roar, and no one has … Continue reading Thinking It Through
Mired
(A bit of Micropoetry.) Mired So mired, in rubble neck deep. So tired, in trouble, must sleep. No rest, so to plead and connive. I wrest to be freed, kept alive.
The Legend Of Apollo
(This tribute was the least I could do.) The Legend Of Apollo The first of these 3-manned flights Embarked so with Schirra’s Apollo 7; Preparing humankind for unseen sights Merited of Apollo 1’s 3, now in heaven Next, Apollo 8 was so mightier than all, Finally, leaving earth for the moon; edge-of-seat drama… but … Continue reading The Legend Of Apollo
Mr. Mike and His Mr. Mike Shirt
(We’re challenged to turn away … but cannot.) Mr. Mike and His Mr. Mike Shirt Be advised, it’s Mr. Mike and his Mr. Mike shirt Unique, chic, miraculous, mesmerizing from afar Irrational, as stripes, squares, patterns-a-dancing Per Mr. Mike, as he zip-zags through many a star There he moves, perpetual, and in the distance With … Continue reading Mr. Mike and His Mr. Mike Shirt
Be Smart
(I'm not supposed to tell.) Be Smart The only way to realize things is to stop, reflect, and remember; because now is the time to pause and think, before death snuffs out life’s ember You could glide nicely along at a fairly evened pace, but it’s a must to know your future after you leave … Continue reading Be Smart
Sensing The End
(I have no one to teach.) Sensing The End It’s the strangest place where ears don’t listen; I’ve been there a few times and found nothing glisten Each and every time I find it harder to reach; no one can follow me so I have no one to teach To help shatter its hold and … Continue reading Sensing The End
My Damn Musings To Go 