Swampers

Old Johnny has led using right-wing railin’ but now that he’s bled his chances are Palin, and Hil dropped a hint that Barak could be shot though she stifled a glint of appeal for the plot.

Veneer

Everyday new patterns are perceived within the grain
as I ponder my obsession with pursuits uniquely plain,
perhaps someday the questioning will quietly abstain
so I can just accept the surface sheen that says I’m sane.

Happy Hour

The phlox are flirting flippantly
aflame from dewy draughts
and roam the gently sloping lea
to feast on golden shafts,

though stymied by the stony walls
erected to define
they drain their cups as nighttime falls
to savor evanescent wine.

Consumed

It’s such a shame
how maulers maim
the verdant blush
with blades that crush
all life away,

and most ignore
the gaping sore
as smugness spurns
and progress churns
the green to gray—

they paint their lines
like spendthrift spines
to herd the spree
too spent to see
how much we pay.

Last

Beneath the mound
I heard a crack
whose grisly sound
made all step back
for no one knows
which extra bit
would so impose
to make it split
itself in two
with such a cry
but now it’s through
and so am I.

Relate

Calamity, amity
inherited insanity
everybody in the pool
and join the growing family.

Bounty

At times it happens hurriedly
a banquet in a blur,
sometimes it’s served up sloppily
and spillage will occur;
when it trickles tantalizingly
a tidbit at a time
you aspire agonizingly
to bag that tasty rhyme.

Squawker

Your mouthy machinations made you part of the machine
if only you could bear your share as proudly as you preen
perhaps you wouldn’t need to loop around the murder scene
alert for any carcasses on which to vent a spleen.

Adrift

So many come, so many go
so many seem to think they know
but no one ever gets it right
though certain quips show some insight:

the counter clicks, the counter drops
the traffic waivers then just stops
and still this fierce unsounded dream
floats aimlessly across the stream.

Rite

The sky is full of vapors
like a cauldron has been primed
by transcendental tapers
to brew the stuff of life
while ancient spells are rhymed
to spark the sacrificial knife
that stains impartial papers.

Be

The defeat
of conceit
is a trend
we all meet,

so defend
or amend
but compete
till the end!


***For Bob***

Crunched

Demystifying data dramatically degrades
energy extended engineering escapades
internally invigorating, indeed, intense
subtracting satisfaction, stifling sense.

Felungulous Fletch

Felungulous Fletch
the ridiculous wretch
was a curious codger from Kent
shacked up in a shed
with no room for a bed
but extremely affordable rent.

Felungulous feared
strategically steered
around anything he couldn’t grasp,
with a visage quite vexed
he’d prattle, perplexed
like a button unable to clasp.

Felungulous frowned
as he woefully wound
his way through the sweltering swamp
to forage for food
be it fresh or pre-chewed
his hunger cared little for pomp.

Felungulous Fletch
the ridiculous wretch
was immune to the world and its ways
too placid to plot
he lived with his lot
all alone for the rest of his days.

Meltdown

The band dismembered ‘Twist & Shout’
I was munching on some wings
as hair upon my arm stood out
“Man that coating stings!”

A swig of amber goodness made
me groggily carefree
enough to count each timber laid
in the floor geometry.

“Bartender please decant some more
to chase this chicken down,
I can’t taste, my lips are sore
it’s time for all my woes to drown.”


***since inspiration has been hard to find lately I decided to play jigsaw poem. Just click here to find out how***

Learning

Knowledge or ability
which is truly best—
feigning with facility
or finishing the test?