Saturday, December 31, 2005

Buckle Up!

On down a dark and dismal road
my wheel tends to steer,
worn shocks are maxed beneath a load
the fenders barely clear;
regardless of my swerving bids
to save these failing struts
this death machine routinely skids
directly towards the ruts.

Friday, December 30, 2005

The Fall of a One Eyed King

I see more than I want to see,
angst too horrid to believe—
a populace in misery,
the depth of which they can’t perceive.

Just one stab to abdicate,
a veil of lies supplants this crown;
consciousness I subjugate
oblivious to my own frown.

Thursday, December 29, 2005

Valley of the Blind

The steadfast stone
like holy bone
protects the flock as they atone;
a censer glows
each sinner knows
these walls deflect the gale that blows
discordant strains
vindictive rains
which pierce the eyes of wayward Cains—
alone and blind
among mankind
in search of solace undefined.

Wednesday, December 28, 2005

Do the Math

Numbers have no motive, paper gets no thrill,
it’s only Man that seems to care how much a war can kill

Tuesday, December 27, 2005

Missing Melpomene

The essence of eternity
like unrestricted mercury
will quiver in a murky pool,
a fluid, unforgiving tool
which quickly flows away untapped
and leaves conception ever trapped
as muzak of despondent strain
reminds me that I try in vain.

Monday, December 26, 2005

A Soldier's Curse

A soldier’s curse, to live with death,
to contemplate with each new breath
if they’ll go home within a hearse,
to live with death, a soldier’s curse.

A soldier’s fate, to fight and serve,
to face the fray with steely nerve
then guiltlessly eradicate—
to fight and serve, a soldier’s fate.

A soldier’s friend, unclouded eyes
to pierce the enemy’s disguise;
beware the ones that screech "Defend!"
unclouded eyes, a soldier’s friend.

Sunday, December 25, 2005

From Iraq

They brave the lens with calm resolve
to face their greatest foe,
the yearning need that won’t dissolve
they struggle not to show;
conscripted on this holy day
prepared for some attack—
with every breath I pray and pray
that everyone comes back!


*Dedicated to all the brave souls over there, and anyone over here that is affected by this whole thing, I truly wish it will soon be over.

Saturday, December 24, 2005

Stone Cold Truth

In umbrage I have found my place
and feel no need to grieve,
your breezes warm my stoic face
an unforseen reprieve;
enjoy what fleeting sun remains
you’ve flourished while it shone,
there is no gilt within my veins
for I am just a stone.

Friday, December 23, 2005

Leaving Ithaca

Suppressed among these pale suburbanites
that quibble over who is less complete,
desire’s fiercely scaling unseen heights
where giants once laid down immortal feet.
I scamper through the maze without a clue
but dream instead of dodging Scylla’s jaw,
denying Hades his expected due
by safely skirting round Charybdis’ maw.
Alas, no heroes can arise today
our wind-up scribes obsessed with tawdry vice—
amazing feats shall fade, entombed in clay,
domestication’s mindless sacrifice.

The box with all the answers starts to glow
and airs it’s daily dose of Homer—D’oh!

Thursday, December 22, 2005

Rites of Purchase

Christmas is a time to share,
showing others that we care;
celebrating Jesus’ birth,
promoting good will on this earth—
instead we mentally compare
how much presents might be worth.

Buying what we’re told to buy
spending without asking why,
compliant as a flock of sheep
digging holes a mile deep,
much too docile to defy;
being kept is seldom cheap.

Lining up to pay the price
trading tales of sacrifice,
grumbling about the bill
ringing totals higher still.
Why won’t the gift of love suffice?
Somehow, it doesn’t quite fulfill.

So rush out to your local store
when your cart is full grab some more,
you wouldn’t want to buck the system
or be a heretic to capitalism;
blindly purchase gifts galore—
do not fail the catechism!

Wednesday, December 21, 2005

Cannibals

Gazing through the swirling snows
at the last few ruffled crows,
roosting with tenacity
as a fierce nor’easter blows—
not one jeering caw is sounded
now that they are likewise grounded.

Tuesday, December 20, 2005

A Sudden Craving for Pie

One thousand blackbirds in a tree,
a flapping, squawk filled canopy—
restless wings as dark as night
carry them through dawn’s thin light.
Oh, to soar among them free
escaping complications trite.

Grounded though I must remain
to tread this earthen road of pain,
while gravity’s insistent hold
quells my hope with fingers cold,
condemning me to life mundane
mocked by raucous beasties bold.

Monday, December 19, 2005

Know Your Role

"Forever shall the light be banned!"
his booming voice intoned,
across the swirling leaden sky
such dreadful silence droned
that mourning doves did keenly wail
with fear beyond control
and every creature on the earth
lay shaking in their hole.

Then suddenly the sun went black
as though a candle snuffed
"Now let’s see you spread your hate"
the weary wizard huffed;
a portent showed him naught but pain
would come from our foul race
so he resolved to wipe us from
the earth’s embattled face.

But soon the pretense of his wrath
disgraced the bitter mage,
he knew that all anomalies
were doomed to come of age.
"Should I, as hateful as the next
be the one to end all days?
I lift my curse and leave you to
the hardship of your ways."

A knowing sigh escaped his lips
as he reached into his cloak
then scattered dust throughout the air
and changed to thick blue smoke
which lightly wafted on the wind
throughout the vast expanse—
an incidental player
in this farce begun by chance.

Sunday, December 18, 2005

Heed the Profit

Forget sharing wine
and bread without leaven,
indulge in some sin
there’s more than just seven!
the whole grand design
explained by eleven
when Barabara will spin
the way into heaven.

** I tried to link to ABC's website but it must block links, here is the address which inspired this - http://abcnews.go.com/2020/Beliefs/story?id=1411270

Saturday, December 17, 2005

Betterment

The best thing about this dead end job:
it’s killing me really fast—
so these arduous days as an indigent slob
are something I’ll soon be past.

Friday, December 16, 2005

It's Good To Be King

Like Ptolemy I’d make Egypt mine
ordain my own exalted line,
and once enflamed by scented wine
fermented from the ancient vine
I’d conquer land and concubine,
enjoying everything divine!

*(revised to note my animus
at tales of Ozymandias.)

Thursday, December 15, 2005

Prompted

They praise the theme of the ramrod’s speech
not the truth of his words,
while ‘acceptable losses’ are hitting the beach
debarking from camouflaged birds;
if only their wars could be fought with just words
imagine the things it could teach,
but they simply see it as culling the herds,
then purposefully pose and beseech.


To see an awesome picture click here

Wednesday, December 14, 2005

Vale-lick-torian

I wonder why my fortune stalls
compared to those from hallowed halls:
perhaps I should sign up for classes
on how to slurp high ranking asses.

Thank You!!!

I just have to take a moment to thank Billy the Blogging Poet for naming me to his awesome 100 Blogging Poets list (check the link to the right). I just recently started posting a poetry blog and have found some truly great writers through his much appreciated efforts. I can only hope to have a fraction of the traffic a great site like his generates but I will continue to post original poetry for anyone who cares to read it and or comment on it. Thanks again Billy!!!!!

Bob Hazelton

Tuesday, December 13, 2005

Sphincter Burns

Beleaguered by phony ranks
of those with tainted sniffers,
the overbearing ego spanks
anyone who differs;
regardless of all past success
their services aren’t needed,
only those who bobble yes
when truth’s no longer heeded.

Monday, December 12, 2005

Bloodlust Blues

What mysteries were set ablaze
by conquerors of yore,
preferring earth with reddish glaze
to rows of precious ore;
obsessed with making nations cower
they sacked the truest source of power.

Sunday, December 11, 2005

Balance

How much is too much?
Not one of us knows
the balance is such
that as our weight grows
the masses will reach
a point beyond breaking
and run out of beach
that’s there for the taking:

our planet defies total humanization
unleashing the tempest of equalization.

Saturday, December 10, 2005

Threshold

There’s someone rapping at the door
with bony unrelenting fists,
a harbinger of nevermore
that traveled through forbidden mists
to guide you on, my trusted friend,
beyond the deep and silent snow,
toward promised pastures without end
and summer bliss I pray you’ll know.

Friday, December 09, 2005

Art Appreciation

I don’t know what color the world would be
if I controlled the brush
but gladly defer to the genius of The Master,
for only one as deft as He
could make a heartbeat hush
by crafting such as you from alabaster.

Wednesday, December 07, 2005

Exposed

Across the crystal planes resounds a herald’s tuneful howl,
announcing slumber with its wintry chime;
unsettled thoughts descending from a dismal swirling scowl
encrust the clay with unforgiving rime.

I wander through the blizzard dispossessed
and seek a peaceful bower for my rest.

Tuesday, December 06, 2005

Beneath the Gloss

Beneath the gloss
so many scuffs,
discarded dross
in shiny cuffs,
neglected tots
replete with rags,
demented sots
swill death from bags—
another stat
it’s no big loss,
for all is flat
beneath the gloss.

Monday, December 05, 2005

Turn Off

Well-spoken types with greasy grips
extol their latest offer,
performing shocking backward flips
to stuff their bulging coffer.

Indignant clergy sermonize,
they caper and admonish,
declaring those that patronize
The Lord will soon astonish.

Didactic sorts with hooded eyes
and more obscure agendas,
discreetly serve indulgent pies
to lure the biggest ‘spendas’.

A picture starts to form between
the channels quickly flicking—
beware this ravenous machine
designed for pocket-picking!

Sunday, December 04, 2005

White or Dark?

We celebrate our gluttony
with belt defying feasts,
while half a world away the masses starve—
proclaiming magnanimity
as we dine on fellow beasts
and bicker over which one gets to carve.

Saturday, December 03, 2005

Misplaced

Deluded by naiveté
secure behind untarnished trust,
impartial eyes beheld the ray
of beauty in each mote of dust.

Evicted by relentless pain
the wonderment can’t be retrieved;
morose conclusions won’t abstain
existing as we are—bereaved.

Friday, December 02, 2005

Fresh

What a vapid, grating little bore
lackluster as the belly stud she wore,
snapping gum and twirling 3 tone hair
oblivious to my disdainful stare—
The artifice of pride I do abhor!

She babbled, lost in self-made truth,
quite giddy with omniscient youth.

Thursday, December 01, 2005

Educated Idiots

So certain white is white and black is black
how can you be so smart but somehow lack
that pesky buzzer droning in your head
to signify perhaps you must change tack—
the sight to see beyond impasse
cannot be taught in any class,
as tenets of obduracy
are taken to a new degree.

Wednesday, November 30, 2005

Bounced

How alluring it must be
the wink of gilded infamy,
ensnared by that auspicious clink
of tender and it’s tawdry stink,
discarding truth with every flash
endorsing checks too big to cash.

Tuesday, November 29, 2005

Sailor Take Warning

As puffs of cotton candy cap
a late November sky
the wings of midnight loudly flap
a truth you can’t deny:
oblivion draws nigh.

Although the trees have lost their leaves
much darker shadows loom,
first light recedes and in the eaves
those caustic cackles boom
harsh oracles of doom.

Monday, November 28, 2005

Reverb

Internal pout
infernal doubt
is fighting hard to be let out—
neglected dreams
reflected seems
to echo wasted silent screams.

Sunday, November 27, 2005

Blank

The sing-song rimes of a deluded fool
is how these lines will likely be recalled,
if thought about at all; uncouth attempts
like mine are seldom noticed or ingrained.
Insistent chimes compel my pen to dance
and fling around with reckless glee these riffs
bequeathed by ancient bards, who deftly wrought
such arabesque delights. I cherish their
endowment—likewise I must thank my kin
for teaching me to chase the spoor of thought
and logic shrewdly, through contests of skill
designed to build the chords that ring today.
I found a poem playing scrabble but
the dictionary said it wasn’t so.

Saturday, November 26, 2005

Fault

Equalization: a false expectation?
Stunted by epochs of social striation
pressure starts building at plate’s deprivation,
tremors should cause those on top trepidation.

Friday, November 25, 2005

Setters

They hop about and loudly whine
like canines waiting for a bell
so anxious to be kept in line
these lapdogs of consumer hell.

Thursday, November 24, 2005

Trimmings

Now while my brim is not deluged
I’m certainly not parched
a modest feast was humbly chewed
but elsewhere others marched,
and down in darker places still
where refuse becomes food
the few that squalor didn’t kill
expressed their gratitude.

Wednesday, November 23, 2005

Rubber-Necking

So many different ways
to reach the same location
it all depends on how you wish to go—
a seeker often strays
before their destination
the funny thing . . . they seldom ever know,
distracted by obscure horizons’ glow.

Tuesday, November 22, 2005

Emancipate

Constraint by self-imposed restraint
Will leave your chances very faint
To find that key which sets you free
To chase your dreams wholeheartedly.

Monday, November 21, 2005

Leaving the Bubble

I gaze at that hillock
so fragrant, pristine
and think of your buttock
so taut at sixteen.

The frantic gyrations
of foolhardy youth—
too gripped with sensations
to learn from the truth.

As flashbacks unbidden
rekindle delight,
I long to stay hidden
like we were that night.

Sunday, November 20, 2005

Don't Blink!

A bulging bag of moments glossed
reminds us with it’s sober heft
how many fleeting frames were tossed
and just how little film is left—
focus sharpens while stowing this stash
not to flinch in the heat of the flash!

Saturday, November 19, 2005

Inalienable Write

Everybody has a right
to scrawl their own confession,
dispelling some internal plight
regardless of profession;
but never picking up a pen
won’t leave the paper whiter,
and spilling ink with acumen
does not make one a writer.

Friday, November 18, 2005

Minimized

Every check already spent
on luxuries like food and rent,
if I were paid a penny less
I'd have to sell my blood to dress.

Thursday, November 17, 2005

Another Man's Treasure

A local parish out to pad its vest
displayed the tithes presented by the few
devoutly true, who warm their chosen pew
each week at rest, so certain they are blessed.
Amongst the sundry alms I see a shine
of golden wonder twinkle tauntingly,
with promises of wisdom hauntingly
expressed: I greedily caress the spine,
bemused why those in search of succor would
so blithely toss these subtle clues supplied
by Lords of Reason that explored inside,
and saw the ‘Eden Lost’ like no one should.

Such loaded rifts this hardbound hoard reveals,
and all for fifty cents? We’re talking steals!