Shaft

What does she crave
a whiff of the grave?
He’s got to be really endowed,
but let’s not be coy
it isn’t a toy
that’s keeping this prospector wowed.

Bagged

They flutter in the breeze

from scraggly weeds and trees

these banners that proclaim

a race devoid of shame.

Blemishes

“For The People” they stump and cry
until they win, then it’s I, I, I
there’s no new tax they won’t invent
to milk from each constituent
the honey that supports their breed
a tasty treat we drones don’t need
so ply the polls with both eyes shut
they’re all just boils on the same old butt.

Engarde

Beware the most precocious sort
that flip their fancy just for sport—
don’t rush to hear your sabers clink
until you know just what they think.

Ownership

I fear this life is killing me
whatever shall I do
my body throbs in agony
from duties that I rue;
I tried the path of apathy
but never followed through,
was down with negativity
but that just made me blue,
surrendered to conformity
encountered nothing new
so tried responsibility
to realize my due
and now, this life is killing me
whatever shall I do?

CUL8R

She was treading the curb
on a lovely spring day
her thumbs all a blur
as she twittered away

then wandered distracted
in front of a truck
too bad no one texted
hey dummy LOOK UP!

Another?

Just another day…
where gray and dismal clouds
like shrouds around this ball of mud
will scud until the sun comes out
to rout them all away.

Just another dusk…
when brusque remains of light
take flight until our spinning world
is hurled beyond the crucial spot
to blot the solar musk.

Just another life…
where strife has been a constant pest
and rest is only earned in dribs
but cribs aren’t such a peaceful nook
to brook the looming knife.

Prefatory

What can you do if the earth is upset
where can you possibly hide?
We’re all in the tangle of gravity’s net
when continents fiercely collide,

but sediments settle and faults become free
to build up their tension once more
and someday The Big One will make us all see
how lucky we’ve been heretofore.

Intuit

What’s my motive to disperse
these endless reams of stilted verse?
I might as well just stand and curse

for all the good it does to sweat
composing every structured set
of ardor people soon forget,

but that’s what keeps me somewhat sane
and populates each pulsing vein—
a visceral voice that won’t refrain.

Formation

The hoplites hit the field unfazed
despite the shafts and swords that grazed
the dented shields and pitted helms
they donned to dominate all realms.
On blood soaked clay so firmly packed
from lusty legions that attacked
momentum, like a dory hurled,
increased to change the growing world—
the slashing, stabbing, screaming fray
continues on until this day.

Flourish

I want to share what I see
with a curious world
but seldom have the time
to sit and jot my rhyme,
this list is much too curled
with things that need to be.

But every now and then
I get a chance to versify
releasing what I’ve spied
in stanzas brightly dyed
with violet dreams that fly
from my forsaken pen.

Leader

Decorum doesn’t pay the bills
a quorum never quite fulfills
the vital role that motivates
a team to face whatever waits.

Layout

When you dwell in a tower of stone
you learn to accept certain flaws
that those in the clouds can’t condone
because they don’t foster The Cause.

The surface is cold to the touch
but such is the way of the ground
and cracks won’t be used as a crutch
for mortar is sold by the pound,

it’s all about building the walls
ensuring there’s plenty of room
to find different ways through the halls
with space enough left for a broom.

Flick

I feel a twinge start to impinge
and fear that soon I may unhinge
beginning a binge of words that singe
which make the unsuspecting cringe—

but it’s just a lark, I won’t embark
upon this course that’s too damn dark,
instead I’ll mark this day and bark
out laughter that renews my spark.