Sticky

Three times four or four times three

It really doesn’t matter to me

A dozen's a dozen, unless of course

You choose to fudge without remorse.

Threnody

The crickets sing in harmony

As Fall begins its reign

A wistful tune in a somber key

An ode to sunlight slain,

A heartfelt hind-leg homily

That prudent creatures heed

For soon the barren time will be

Upon us causing need,

They sing together heartily 

A roundabout refrain 

Beneath the old crabapple tree

Where I now entertain

Thoughts of living happily

Before my days recede

And crickets croon a dirge for me

My spirit finally freed.

Worth It

Don’t feel anything

Then, you can’t get hurt.

Opposed to passion's poignant sting?

Make your heart inert.

But if you are the daring type

Who prospers from some pain

Believe the hoopla and the hype

There’s so much more to gain.

Star Power

The new moon was nubile

All curvy and thin

Venus the vixen

Smiled brighter to win

The eyes of the gazers

Who watched them compete

Enjoying the showdown

Their wonder complete

Until they were blinded

By a glamorous glow

As the headliner came

And stole the whole show.

Leaving Providence

Don't dicker with a deity

It'll never go your way

They’ll spurn your spontaneity

And really make you pay.

Dazzler

A drop of dew embraced the morning sun

So lovingly a burst of light was born,

A signal that the new day had begun

To grant a glint of hope to the forlorn.

Reflection really had me seeing red

Which then began to scintillate to blue,

The more this little glowing imp was fed

The brighter its intense demeanor grew.

Such burning passion quickly took a toll,

The tender drip was rapidly consumed

But it had seared a purpose in my soul,

To give my all, while knowing I am doomed.

Despite my current journey through the dark

I'll always have the keepsake of that spark.

Take Note

Fifths and thirds

Are for the birds

And octaves for the shrill

That is unless

Excessive clef

Makes it deeper still

Every tone

Whether glee or groan

Excites one with an ear

While those with tin

May curse the din

For noise is all they hear.

.SOL

An obsolete extension

Will cancel comprehension

So future minds will never know

The ink infused intention

Of one between the ages

Who went from crumpled pages

To ancient code that doesn’t show

The war that progress wages.

Unthinkable

 I really hate to fight

Now every day’s a struggle

I relished the delight

I'm desperate for a snuggle

I never counted years

The gap is so apparent

When logic disappears

Decisions will be errant.

Sentimental Son

If there was just one soul

You knew that you could save

By digging your own hole

Would your choice be grave,

Could you make that sacrifice?

I think I’d choose to pay the price

And simply take my leave

The world would’ve survived

If she never did conceive

Perhaps she would have thrived,

But since the past can’t be undone

I'm just a sentimental son.