Wednesday, May 31, 2006
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
Monday, May 29, 2006
a bower where I chanced to see
one nubile naiad beckoning me,
her laugh enthralled
my virtue stalled
and ere too long we frolicked free.
On mossy mats near a tuneful brook
she smote me with her fertile look
then laid me down and fiercely took
her wanton fill
with fluid skill;
I gladly languished in her nook.
Too soon she was restless, dispossessed
of current, confined to this nest,
her need for depth coalesced;
she turned to depart
I woke with a start—
then rose with a sigh, and got dressed.
Sunday, May 28, 2006
admonished by evangelists who seem completely vexed,
perhaps they know what fantasy the station’s airing next
the chronicles of living in a city over sexed.
But why become so damned upset
you can’t ply guilt without regret.
Saturday, May 27, 2006
Friday, May 26, 2006
Thursday, May 25, 2006
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
getting by with what I’ve got
between the halves like me
and the wholes who are not;
an ocean of disparity
that always seems to ebb—
the tattered silken travesty
of a long aborted web—
a shriveled blossom left to rot
rejected by each bee—
unlike those ones who know they’re not
a lowly half like me.
Remaining plus can sometimes be the hardest part of all
don’t underrate your value, regardless how small.
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
Monday, May 22, 2006
Sunday, May 21, 2006
Saturday, May 20, 2006
Friday, May 19, 2006
Joining hands we spin around
the fire roars an anxious sound
though filled with joy this is no game
we come to raise the living flame.
Solstice calls us to the dell
to stoke earth’s blazing sentinel
creatures of the wooded glen
watch our clan revolve again.
Embers flare with each rotation
around this ancient conflagration
we laugh and sing with pure delight
vortex twirling through the night.
For eons we have danced just so
basking in the primal glow
circling from dusk till dawn
then like smoke *POOF* we’re gone.
Thursday, May 18, 2006
just a little deeper
whether dreams are small or big
be wary of a sleeper
that may sneak up and catch you unaware.
But elements unscripted add
a pinch of spice quite tasty
to cook a dish you’ve never had
so don’t become too hasty,
and try some new techniques when you prepare.
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
Tuesday, May 16, 2006
the clapboard is falling
with chips of peeled paint everywhere,
but when he comes out
he stalks all about
ignoring the needed repair;
for all that is seen
are blades neat and green
his mission, to thwart every weed—
he stares manic-eyed
as neighbors steer wide
of a person whose world went to seed.
Monday, May 15, 2006
Sunday, May 14, 2006
don’t dust that dust
the look of decay
is an absolute must
we’ve labored intensely
to make it all drear
a grim ambiance
to evoke scripted fear.
Dancing ghosts, talking heads
skeletons and such
lend to the production
their chilling little touch,
but if these efforts still don’t seem
to steal your breath away
remember when you came in here
how much we made you pay.
Saturday, May 13, 2006
The prospect of tears flows through my mind,
Thoughts of conformity stay left behind;
I know I’ve got to be me.
Searching for someone with whom I can share,
The prospect of judgment seems unfair,
Thoughts of myself may need repair;
I long for my identity.
Searching for answers to questions obscure,
The prospect of change makes me unsure,
Thoughts of deceit leave me impure;
I demand my share of liberty.
Friday, May 12, 2006
Thursday, May 11, 2006
Wednesday, May 10, 2006
Tuesday, May 09, 2006
Monday, May 08, 2006
Instruct me how to see the light
and thank you for the f***in’
it’s easy to extol delight
when you’re the one who’s buckin’
I shut my trap extremely tight
to stop myself from cluckin’
and smile when it’s done despite
the object you just stuck in.
Sunday, May 07, 2006
Saturday, May 06, 2006
supposedly enhanced by methods scientific;
an intoxicating brew proffered liberally
by those too high to see their own pomposity.
Truth be told, it’s a pervasive potation
billed under the label ‘No Color Designation’
distilled from sour grapes off a bleeding heart vine,
a potent concoction called Milquetoast Whine.
Friday, May 05, 2006
Thursday, May 04, 2006
We struggle for freedom, conquer oppression;
To have time to sit around and bitch
about everything we don’t like
or better yet,
to watch someone pretend to do it on TV
and feel we’re being represented,
vindicated by a kindred spirit?
Look closer, you’ll see the strings,
though they’ve gotten much better
at making them invisible.
Reject the Yoke!
Today a tower fell, golden bricks
scattered in a circle,
our dependence on its shadow
an arbitrary tangent,
a vector of depression.
If five people are walking on the same road
and all glance up at the horizon together,
what does each see?
Well here's a little changeup for the two people that may actually read my blog. I've been playing with fv lately, let me know if it's worth it or should I stick with rhymes?
Also, while we're on the subject of work and prosperity I see Billy the Blogging Poet just posted my new theme song, I just hope he plays it in B flat, as in I be flat broke!!
Wednesday, May 03, 2006
As golden bricks come tumbling down
a shade is looming over town,
no more will blooming clouds of toil
precipitate their blessed soil.
The ancients shake their heads and frown
as golden bricks come tumbling down,
they gaze with tears upon the mess—
a crumbled icon of success.
But now that the horizon’s clear
what promise can be seen from here?
As golden bricks come tumbling down
we say goodbye to past renown,
then pave the way for someone new
to mosey with the revenue.
A deathly quiet carpets town
as golden bricks come tumbling down.
Well everybody, it’s time for a little history/sentimentality (from me?). I’ve provided a couple of links below about the story that inspired this poem. My little hometown used to be internationally known for rugs and many other industries back in the day, and now one of the biggest smokestacks around here is finally going down. I’m not sure if you can see how big it truly is from the pictures, but I will try to get a shot of the fall and update later. Check out the link to Amsterdam’s history, some cool stuff there. Just updated the link below, check out the video.
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
Monday, May 01, 2006
every fraction, every sum,
each regret we cower from
resides inside the cranium.
All the aches that radiate,
urges to investigate,
manic love, unyielding hate
will bubble from a yearning pate.
Stirring tales to fill a tome,
the dying need to freely roam,
that soothing fire known as home,
are kindled in the sacred dome.
Anomalies of wry chagrin,
discoveries of how we spin,
the fortitude to cry or grin—
Eternity reflects within.