Monday, September 29, 2014


Majestic maples crowned in gold
with robes of bright vermillion
are truly regal to behold
and rule the Fall Cotillion

the sumacs in the retinue
are flushed from the excitement
while all the pines are green but who
will question their indictment

Sunday, September 28, 2014


It's comical how corporate clowns keep coining phrases meant
to misdirect attention away from their intent
they juggle and they gesture that their greed is truly spent
while fleecing every person that wanders neath the tent

Saturday, September 27, 2014


Some dreams are ever ethereal
but they fortify the soul
their merit immaterial
without them we're not whole

while certain hopes are viable
if they're pursued with heart
no path is more reliable
than working from the start

for practice is a discipline
that perfect passion drives
progressing in this world we're in
is how our chance survives.

Friday, September 26, 2014


The pluses of pity are plain
to those that would harbor a grudge
but that doesn't mean they abstain
belligerent boors seldom budge

unless (of course) they are exposed
for then they will simply deny
that their little minds have been closed
while shamelessly shrieking the lie.

Thursday, September 25, 2014


I took a ride up north
like Cork and I would do
instead of moving forth
I reap redundant rue

but everywhere I look
the colors are sublime
which makes me glad I took
that little slice of time

to fall in Nature's arms
and let her mother me
with therapeutic charms
that temper my ennui.

Wednesday, September 24, 2014


It's hard to grasp what God has planned
but ignorance and faith go hand in hand
so don't you contradict The Boss
you could get nailed for being cross.

Tuesday, September 23, 2014


A bee is buzzing over
the autumn crowns of clover
a busy little rover

it scours every flower
for pollen to devour
despite the dying hour

and covets every kernel
though freedom is supernal
the hive must be eternal.

Monday, September 22, 2014


And thus the fall began
with pouring rain at dawn
a lagging sun so wan
left shadows on the lawn

the leaves abruptly turned
and thus the fall began
as summer was adjourned
it flourished for a span

adhering to the plan
The Architect designed
and thus the fall began
with winter close behind

to ultimately kill
the sinful age of man
we ate our fruity fill
and thus, The Fall began.

Sunday, September 21, 2014


Will anyone know I existed?
I pondered this morning out loud
despite any virtues enlisted
I haven't out distanced the crowd
and sometimes unwisely resisted
attempts at removing my shroud
but still raise my hands double fisted
I've always been me and I'm proud!

Saturday, September 20, 2014

Thin Line

Is there anything more potent than hate
to permeate and motivate
someone down to rise above
their fate? Perhaps the path of love.

Friday, September 19, 2014


The gator lovin' polecat struck
with clumsy lies begat
by talking to a stupid fuck
and my career went splat
but soon the giant will find out
he's handed off the reins
to someone who would rather flout
instead of making gains.

Thursday, September 18, 2014


The fragility of innocence
cannot be spared by diligence
or cushioned from the coming blows
by any doe-eyed diffidence

for soon we face the precipice
the drop-off of our purest bliss
where we confront a world of woes
and such destructive avarice

that either we become so jaded
any hope for love's degraded
or, we pray some savior shows
before our will has faded.

Wednesday, September 17, 2014


It's pride that won't abate
as I deteriorate
but I can't begin to swallow
what my gut won't tolerate

and so I'm shedding weight
as I regurgitate
the lies that left me hollow
despite how much I ate.

Tuesday, September 16, 2014

New Chapter

It seems that the story (as they sometimes do)
has plenty of drama to spawn a Part Two
the Kingdom continues (as well as it can)
relying upon an improbable plan
requiring teamwork (as sparse as it is)
to make sure the giant regains what was his
so he can toss scraps (as he did before)
and everyone feels just a little less poor
except for one peon (as dumb as devout)
who didn't foresee that he'd be written out.

Monday, September 15, 2014

Owl Done

I have a theory that's hard to refute
I believe I'm a certified mute
for nothing I say
matters much anyway
and I'm close to not giving a hoot.