Prompted

They praise the theme of the ramrod’s speech
not the truth of his words,
while ‘acceptable losses’ are hitting the beach
debarking from camouflaged birds;
if only their wars could be fought with just words
imagine the things it could teach,
but they simply see it as culling the herds,
then purposefully pose and beseech.


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Vale-lick-torian

I wonder why my fortune stalls
compared to those from hallowed halls:
perhaps I should sign up for classes
on how to slurp high ranking asses.

Thank You!!!

I just have to take a moment to thank Billy the Blogging Poet for naming me to his awesome 100 Blogging Poets list (check the link to the right). I just recently started posting a poetry blog and have found some truly great writers through his much appreciated efforts. I can only hope to have a fraction of the traffic a great site like his generates but I will continue to post original poetry for anyone who cares to read it and or comment on it. Thanks again Billy!!!!!

Bob Hazelton

Sphincter Burns

Beleaguered by phony ranks
of those with tainted sniffers,
the overbearing ego spanks
anyone who differs;
regardless of all past success
their services aren’t needed,
only those who bobble yes
when truth’s no longer heeded.

Bloodlust Blues

What mysteries were set ablaze
by conquerors of yore,
preferring earth with reddish glaze
to rows of precious ore;
obsessed with making nations cower
they sacked the truest source of power.

Balance

How much is too much?
Not one of us knows
the balance is such
that as our weight grows
the masses will reach
a point beyond breaking
and run out of beach
that’s there for the taking:

our planet defies total humanization
unleashing the tempest of equalization.

Threshold

There’s someone rapping at the door
with bony unrelenting fists,
a harbinger of nevermore
that traveled through forbidden mists
to guide you on, my trusted friend,
beyond the deep and silent snow,
toward promised pastures without end
and summer bliss I pray you’ll know.

Art Appreciation

I don’t know what color the world would be
if I controlled the brush
but gladly defer to the genius of The Master,
for only one as deft as He
could make a heartbeat hush
by crafting such as you from alabaster.

Exposed

Across the crystal planes resounds a herald’s tuneful howl,
announcing slumber with its wintry chime;
unsettled thoughts descending from a dismal swirling scowl
encrust the clay with unforgiving rime.

I wander through the blizzard dispossessed
and seek a peaceful bower for my rest.

Beneath the Gloss

Beneath the gloss
so many scuffs,
discarded dross
in shiny cuffs,
neglected tots
replete with rags,
demented sots
swill death from bags—
another stat
it’s no big loss,
for all is flat
beneath the gloss.

Turn Off

Well-spoken types with greasy grips
extol their latest offer,
performing shocking backward flips
to stuff their bulging coffer.

Indignant clergy sermonize,
they caper and admonish,
declaring those that patronize
The Lord will soon astonish.

Didactic sorts with hooded eyes
and more obscure agendas,
discreetly serve indulgent pies
to lure the biggest ‘spendas’.

A picture starts to form between
the channels quickly flicking—
beware this ravenous machine
designed for pocket-picking!

White or Dark?

We celebrate our gluttony
with belt defying feasts,
while half a world away the masses starve—
proclaiming magnanimity
as we dine on fellow beasts
and bicker over which one gets to carve.

Misplaced

Deluded by naiveté
secure behind untarnished trust,
impartial eyes beheld the ray
of beauty in each mote of dust.

Evicted by relentless pain
the wonderment can’t be retrieved;
morose conclusions won’t abstain
existing as we are—bereaved.

Fresh

What a vapid, grating little bore
lackluster as the belly stud she wore,
snapping gum and twirling 3 tone hair
oblivious to my disdainful stare—
The artifice of pride I do abhor!

She babbled, lost in self-made truth,
quite giddy with omniscient youth.

Educated Idiots

So certain white is white and black is black
how can you be so smart but somehow lack
that pesky buzzer droning in your head
to signify perhaps you must change tack—
the sight to see beyond impasse
cannot be taught in any class,
as tenets of obduracy
are taken to a new degree.