Big Sky Country

Nestled in this creaky wicker
gazing at a distant flicker
wondering why people bicker
when there’s so much to explore:

iridescent galaxies call—
enigmatic moons enthrall—
mysteries both big and small—
who could call this life a bore?

Bit Part

The station break was really through
when jokes made sense on MASH,
I learned the code and duly threw
my feelings in a stash—
deep channels of maturity
rewrote the pull of gravity.

Throughout the sitcom’s middling run
I’ve tried to stay on-cue
and downplay scenes that weren’t too fun
with antics tried and true;
the audience, I have no doubt,
won’t cry when I am written out.

Career Change?

Limerick Challenge

There once was a man from Nantucket
who’d wiggle his ears for a ducat
when asked if his purse
was better or worse
he’d moan, “Not one single buck yet!”

Writing in Water

Though saddled with woe
I won’t pull a Poe,
preferring to wait for the fates to say go;
I hope some disease
won’t buckle my knees
to suffer like Keats, passing quick as a breeze.
I may be resigned
to losing my mind
and follow the Plath other bards left behind;
but my biggest aim
is to conquer and tame
the demons that hold my intent to the flame.

Finesse

Every teacher has a master
all good students say a prayer
to drink in that much faster
the vintage truth will share—
a novice must keep thirst at bay
to savor the complex bouquet.

Nil Desperandum

If nothing else I’ve come to grips
with just how truly fleeting
the reservoir from which time sips
will stand renewed depleting;
I’ll ration till those last few drips
fall swiftly towards the meeting
of my severely weathered lips
and drought there is no cheating.

Elevate

I’ve labored in asymmetry
for much too long it seems
and now my flawed telemetry
falls well short of my dreams.

Helping Hand

Darkly determined to celebrate justified,
crushing the bones of the vanquished so viciously,
righteous infernos of covetous homicide
hungrily swallow with little discrepancy
hovels and harvests of all who are misallied
scorching exemption with tongues of democracy—
orderly thoughts can be hell to initiate
people require a nudge to cooperate.

Find Your Way by Moonlight

Silvery silent lunar beams
flit across prismatic spires
in the land of crystal dreams
igniting bursts of brilliant fire.

On this blessed eventide
jealous stars remain subdued
as nighttime splendor is supplied
by a sparkling fairy’s interlude.

Visions due the secret mind
borne on lucid wings’ bright thrust
momentarily part the blinds,
then we blink them back to dust.

Condemned

Each time I vow anew to write
with ink that’s toxin-free
carcinogens of excess fright
pollute my amity
then slowly cloud inspired sight
to taint the muse’s plea.

No matter how I try to purge
this poison from my veins
it always seems to roughly surge
and drown what hope remains,
then flood me with a sickly urge
to scrub these inner stains.

Abrasive solvents start to eat
away my weak protection
which causes a resigned retreat
from further introspection;
the true extent of my defeat
revealed by vivisection.

As organs hit the waiting scale
a tape machine should start,
didactic tones would then regale
with tales of every part,
imagine how their skin will pale
when they remove my heart—

a darkly shriveled lifeless lump
destroyed by foul abuse
of all the pain that life could dump,
wrung dry of vital juice,
denying me just one more pump
convinced there was no use.

Fickle Indeed

The fundamental paradox, a question without end:
who gets picked to fill the box and who goes on to wend
their way toward chosen destiny, a few more breaths to spare,
expressions of humanity apparently left to share.

All Uphill

I spent year forty digging out
but only slid down deeper
each day I vow to never pout
then play the whiny weeper
a clue to what it’s all about
would surely be a keeper
the unrelenting pull of doubt
just makes my incline steeper.

Exogesis

I’m programmed not to comprehend
whatever thoughts you may intend
so I’ll misread and then amend
the different view your words portend.

Born on the Wrong Side of the Universe

Just another revolution
will we find the big solution,
or hurtle on past destiny
through a cosmos of confusion.

Arbitrary happenstance,
lonely mishaps born from chance,
cursed to wonder endlessly
about our own significance.

Answers seldom explicate
those convinced of cosmic fate;
ego lined veils of nescience
truth can never penetrate.

Attitudes diverge and vary
embracing theories quite contrary,
if only we could all accept that
ignorance is hereditary.

Happy New Year!

Hi everyone! Hope it was a good night last night for everyone. I played my first gig with a new band and it was a blast! That's me way over in the corner under the balloon. The place was packed and everyone had a great time. Don't let the tiaras fool you, these guys really rock and roll! As you can see, we all got 'leied'. Ohhh, sorry, a little new year pun. I have a lot of hope for a new year and a new project filled with creativity and harmony. I just want to thank anyone who has read my blog so far and hope you stop back as I continue to share my creative efforts over the next year. I truly wish anyone who reads this a prosperous and fun new year, Take Care!!!

Bob