They say that laws won’t stop the lawless
Then throw up their hands
They say no nation’s ways are flawless
And ignore demands
They soon forget of tragedies
And get back to their work
Of cutting checks to companies
Who in the lobbies lurk
Ghosts and shadows
Ghosts and shadows creep the halls
Never allowing themselves seen
They pass through the very walls
Reminding us of what had been
Clouds
High and low do clouds float by
Large and small they are
Wond’ring what they are do I
They fly so very far
This one is a wooden ship
This, a sneaking cat
Then they toss and turn and whip
Into this or that
I so wonder why they seem
To show us heav’nly arts
Maybe when the people dream
The clouds reflect their hearts
Metal rain
Metal rain
It comes as hellfire upon the innocent
It does not stop for umbrellas or a peeking Sun
It cannot be stopped by such simple means
Metal rain
It cracks as thunder, never expected
It falls on young, old, black, white, brown
It cares not who is under it
Metal rain
It comes quick but leaves marks
It cannot be dried up by sunlight
And it washes down the drains in red
End
A lost weary man
Without family or friends
Did lie down at last
Song of the Picker-pock
Out on a walk, a Picker-pock
Was searching high and low
For mischief he did alway seek
When out about he’d go.
This day was different; Picker-pock
Was extra vertenly;
And found he him some tricks to make
Right by the Fritten tree.
Without a thought, the vainly wot
Did snick around the tree
And find him there a gristled pear
He ‘ssumed was meant for he.
Alas, ’twas poisoned, and our Pock
Did choke upon its seeds
But spat in time for saving breaths
Among the groundly weeds.
And Picker-pock, no lesson learnt,
Went home that fruited day,
Back to his mischieved life he went,
Tho pears a’now gave away.
What to write?
What to write, what to write, what to write?
My upstairs is missing a light
I feel I am blocked
Like I’m locked in a box
Can’t concoct nor conceive, what to write?
When your head’s in a cloud, what to write?
Do I give in, give up, should I fight?
Do I stick it to blocks
Though my brain feels like rocks
Should I run to the docks
Or hide like a fox?
Maybe breathe noxious toxins, make words like “fomboxins”, catch pox, latch the locks, till I barf in my mocc’sins?
Oh Lord, what to do? I can’t write!
Two words
A moment
A kiss
Now here
With you
So free
So clear
So loved
We two
Yours
I never knew I wanted
What I now ever have
I thought I knew the story
And how it all would go
So glad am I my life has turned
So far from my planned path
I can’t imagine different now
It’s like it’s writ in stone
And for the love who changed it all for me
I have a promise that I give to thee:
I never shall look back to then
And what I’d wished to have
For greater pow’r has brought me you
To have, and love, and hold
So I shall ever hold you
Enveloped in my arms
And you will always know, love
I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours.
Sonnet 5
With fevered dream, my lost and weary mind
Does toss and turn in interrupted sleep
Stones fly, birds speak, and in a fright I weep
For ‘magined evils I can’t leave behind
My mind plays tricks on quickly-beating heart
Makes it believe the world is being rent
Asunder, that at last the dark’s ascent
Will cover all the earth with hellish art
Covered in sweat, my aching body cries
For hot, for cold, for drink, for food, for rest
It little knows the real, not east from west
Without the mind, it knows not truth from lies
But fin’lly I awake and noises cease
I find some modicum of waking peace
A Poem A Day 