One Man's Junk

Loading every line with ore
whether fact or metaphor
hides a richly studded store
bounty of intense rapport.

Incandescent

Another tower blinking red
unsettled by revolving tread
the road lays down before me
but I watch the sky instead,

that hazy yellow hemisphere
to which unfocused eyes adhere
becomes more indiscernible
the longer that I peer;

this wry insensibility
while shrouded in futility
reveals the path unfolding
which resounds with possibility.

Razor Burn

I dutifully measure
but take perverse pleasure
in keeping my whiskers unkempt
suppressing a snicker
at each furtive flicker
of smugly promoted contempt,
the plastic excesses
and self-imposed stresses
decreed by your corporate clan
are not a gradation
to gauge variation
between a machine and a man.

Wasted

I feel like just another unpronounceable additive
in this ready made pre-packaged world,
processed beyond the point of recognition
awaiting my chance to be sampled and hurled

onto the rotting landfill of civilization
where I’ll spoil, becoming rancid and foul,
a glorious feast for the gluttonous vermin
that scavenge and stealthily prowl.

Concert

The house light dims behind a cloud
expectant stillness grips the crowd,
archaic anthems fail to stave
this feeling that the free aren’t brave;
among the herd routinely cowed
synthetic banners limply wave.

Regaled by learned troubadours
oblivious to fading shores
insistent strings are neatly plucked
by those who greedily deduct
whatever will our faith restores
when we condone what they conduct.

Can You Hear Me Now?

Hi Ho and welcome to the Muppet Show, heh, sorry just feeling a little froggy after playing out all weekend. Well it’s here, the 3rd Ringing of the Bards hosted by the most gracious Ashraf over at Arch Memory, go over and take a look, he has done a great job showing how distances mean nothing when words are involved, and there’s some outstanding creative efforts to be enjoyed. Thanks Ashraf!!

Also I would like to throw in a little shameless self promotion here and announce that my poetry has been featured on Nic Treadwell’s Homegrown Podcast #35. I recorded some of my poems as mp3 files and sent them to Nic a few weeks ago. They’re a little scratchy but definitely decipherable (it may take a few minutes to launch/download). I really must thank Nic for emailing me out of the blue; I was so happy and honored to be asked. And please check out Nic’s link over in my links section, some awesome poetry he has written and all kinds of creative stuff will be found, not to mention he is looking for new contributors all the time. Thanks Nic!!

Resolve

I spew a million banal rhymes
then throw them all away
content to let my mind just wander free,
unyielding sun and supple wind
begin their polar dance
upon this scarred container that I’m in,
to coexist in harmony
with everything unique
is all that I aspire to achieve.

Human Touch

We all have people in our lives we know through occupation
but seldom do we contemplate their depth of dedication;
the public servant’s steady beat, the farmer’s fruitful wares,
a healer with a gentle soul that comforts as he cares.

Curb Appeal

The shutters creak
the gutters reek
as shingles fall
right off the peak,

the grass is sere
a crass veneer
assaults the eye
of all who peer,

the panes are glazed
the paint is crazed—
a wreck that begs
to just be razed.

Oath

We celebrate autonomy amidst incarceration
by bureaucrats who quickly coined the cost of liberation,
these sticky pawed moochers manage misappropriation
despite the debt demanded by a former declaration.

Follow The Leader

What common trait transmutes the meek to great?
Perhaps the need to thrive helps them succeed
then orchestrate a plan the throngs mandate,
and thus decreed quite competently lead
with noble gait whose strides accelerate
a guaranteed improvement for those freed.
Important steps must sometimes be reviewed
to make sure that momentum’s not eschewed.

Orange

A juicy splash of vibrant life
some pumpkin pulp upon the knife
a friendly fire’s licking tongue
the eye of dusk when it’s still young
majestic sweeps of monarch wings
an oriole that brightly sings
or Tygers twixt their midnight bands
that stalk the distant Martian sands.

Glint

Chatoyant nimbus circled the sky
an omen of oneness I struggled to scry
until browbeaten by smoldering glare
which quickly subdued my desire to stare.

Let it Ring!

Head on over to Katy's blog and check out the Ringing of the Bards II, some great stuff there. To check out ROTB I hosted by the magnanimous one himself, Billy the Blogging Poet, click on the badge to the right in my links. Thanks a lot both of you, great jobs!!

Maneater

A cage within a cage,
corroding bars contain the rage
that stalks with shaggy head held low
impatient to escape and wage
a war beyond the war
excited by inviting spoor—
beware the day this beast lets go
to terrorize the jungle floor.