Running of the Bull

I find myself feeling a yen
To let the words run once again
Something forcefully held
Can only be quelled
So long before the old pen

Becomes a circular rut
Just open the gate if it’s shut
They long to be freed
And loudly stampede
Across the plains that abut

The woods that encircle a pond
Caressing each flower and frond
With ringlets of rhyme
To echo through time
And all of creation beyond.

Unruly

They’ve polarized the simpletons
With lies so deftly spun
That one side thinks the other lost
While theirs has somehow won

Dependency upon deceit
Creating addicts who
Become defunct unless the anchors
Tell them what to do

But grounds we share will never be
Accessible again
If we don’t heed the Golden Rule
And not the tales of men.

Broadening

Watching icicles grow
Is really quite a show
The drips that never drop
Just hit bottom and stop
And for a beat dissect
The sunlight to reflect
Prismatic hearts so bold
You almost forget the cold

Precognition

A prison you can flee
Isn’t always plain to see
But I could feel the stifling restraint
The crony in her cage
At last released my rage
Pretending to be some unbiased saint

I cursed, she went deadpan
It echoed in her can
And footsteps started scurrying my way
I bolted out the door
Defiance streaming from each pore
Then woke up to begin another day.

Augment

Time goes round
We are bound
By the cycle it seems
And forlorn dreams
We’ll never nab
Our lives so drab

Each tick we see
Eternity
Adroitly dance
Another chance
(though relative)
To truly live.