Out of It

I don’t have much to say

No one listens anyway

Just share stuff with my dog

And post it here on this blog

Because he doesn’t read

And only cares about his feed

Or if I scratch his scruff

Obsolescence can be tough.

Treasured

I try my best to give my hoard away

Despite a less-than-consequential stash,

At times I do it every single day

But couplets aren’t the same as cold hard cash,

They’re worth a whole lot more (at least to me)

Each word a priceless treasure on its own

And value will go up substantially

When proper placement chills one to the bone.

I hope some future person on a quest

Alights upon this shore in cyberspace

Excited by a shining gem or two

And feels a sudden thrumming in their chest

As their quiescent heart begins to race

With passion that I helped them spark anew.

***Well this is it true believers, today marks 20 years of posting on this blog. The first poem I put here was about classic poetry books I found at a garage sale, and to me they were worth their weight in gold. I shall continue writing and maybe get another 20 in. Thanks to all who have read and commented over the years. I love you all – RCH***

Subject of Interest

Our overlords are little dots of light that cross the sky

And you can only see them if you take the time to try

But once you actually notice them, there’s not much you can do

Except to pray with all your might - they haven’t noticed you.

Dynamic

Consistently inconsistent 

Described him to a tee

Apparently only persistent 

At always wanting to be

Undeniably different 

Than anyone else alive

Consistently inconsistent 

A curious way to survive.

Another Lonely Song

Her hips will hypnotize

Luscious lips will tell you lies

And you are hers to compromise

You knew it all along

For when you watch her walk that way

You feel your heart begin to sway

There’s nothing you can do but play

Another lonely song

Another lonely song

To listen to all night long

While wishing she was there by your side

A haunting melody

That you can sing in any key

To help you forget your wounded pride

Her legs are looking good

So much better than they should

It’s time to quit, you wish you could

You know you’re not that strong

Remembering way back when

Turn your guitar to ten

Then grab the nearest pen

And write another lonely song

Sticky

Three times four or four times three

It really doesn’t matter to me

A dozen's a dozen, unless of course

You choose to fudge without remorse.

Threnody

The crickets sing in harmony

As Fall begins its reign

A wistful tune in a somber key

An ode to sunlight slain,

A heartfelt hind-leg homily

That prudent creatures heed

For soon the barren time will be

Upon us causing need,

They sing together heartily 

A roundabout refrain 

Beneath the old crabapple tree

Where I now entertain

Thoughts of living happily

Before my days recede

And crickets croon a dirge for me

My spirit finally freed.

Worth It

Don’t feel anything

Then, you can’t get hurt.

Opposed to passion's poignant sting?

Make your heart inert.

But if you are the daring type

Who prospers from some pain

Believe the hoopla and the hype

There’s so much more to gain.

Star Power

The new moon was nubile

All curvy and thin

Venus the vixen

Smiled brighter to win

The eyes of the gazers

Who watched them compete

Enjoying the showdown

Their wonder complete

Until they were blinded

By a glamorous glow

As the headliner came

And stole the whole show.

Leaving Providence

Don't dicker with a deity

It'll never go your way

They’ll spurn your spontaneity

And really make you pay.

Dazzler

A drop of dew embraced the morning sun

So lovingly a burst of light was born,

A signal that the new day had begun

To grant a glint of hope to the forlorn.

Reflection really had me seeing red

Which then began to scintillate to blue,

The more this little glowing imp was fed

The brighter its intense demeanor grew.

Such burning passion quickly took a toll,

The tender drip was rapidly consumed

But it had seared a purpose in my soul,

To give my all, while knowing I am doomed.

Despite my current journey through the dark

I'll always have the keepsake of that spark.

Take Note

Fifths and thirds

Are for the birds

And octaves for the shrill

That is unless

Excessive clef

Makes it deeper still

Every tone

Whether glee or groan

Excites one with an ear

While those with tin

May curse the din

For noise is all they hear.

.SOL

An obsolete extension

Will cancel comprehension

So future minds will never know

The ink infused intention

Of one between the ages

Who went from crumpled pages

To ancient code that doesn’t show

The war that progress wages.

Unthinkable

 I really hate to fight

Now every day’s a struggle

I relished the delight

I'm desperate for a snuggle

I never counted years

The gap is so apparent

When logic disappears

Decisions will be errant.

Sentimental Son

If there was just one soul

You knew that you could save

By digging your own hole

Would your choice be grave,

Could you make that sacrifice?

I think I’d choose to pay the price

And simply take my leave

The world would’ve survived

If she never did conceive

Perhaps she would have thrived,

But since the past can’t be undone

I'm just a sentimental son.