Honored

The hundredth day of the year
has no inherent meaning
to those inhabiting this sphere
incessantly careening
except for one small group that meets
to throw a celebration
with frosted and some frozen treats
to honor the creation
of someone they have taken in
among their growing family
while he proffers a sheepish grin
awash in the cacophony
of the close-knit clan they’ve formed
and his ripening heart is warmed.

Repercussions

I don’t have to see the numbers
it’s lurking in your eyes
a craven creep that lumbers
in the labyrinth of lies,

but be aware of something
as you cover up the tracks
a cornered wretch with nothing
gives no warning, just attacks.

Showstopper

This quest to gild your name
with innovative fame
isn’t only lame
it just may end the game.

Movement

I watch the wires waver in the wind
impinging on the poles from which they hang
like pious tethers shaking those who’ve sinned
by asking if their god was just a bang,
considering the benchmarks we’ve achieved
when daring to condemn the masses call
you’d think we know there’s more to be believed
than ancient fears that hold us in their thrall.
Philosophy and dogma put aside
we’ve got to live with senses unimpaired,
impervious to prior farces hatched
when people were confounded by their pride
ignoring the one purpose that we’ve shared—
to forward truth without the strings attached.

Commitment

“Relinquish your sword!” she coldly exclaimed
he pulled the bright blade from its sheath
then finely forged steel that had murdered and maimed
was riskily shaking beneath
his chiseled chin, but he wasn’t tamed
and calmly said, “I still bequeath
my heart, my life, and soul for you,
would I submit if it wasn’t true?”

She faced the fierce inferno of his eyes
whose ardent gaze consumed her heart
then dropped the weapon, moaning tortured sighs,
she had an urgent course to chart
but couldn’t stop imagining her thighs
enveloping his manly part
and squeezing him with fevered zeal—
then suddenly it all turned real.

The passion of the two conjoined was more
than either one had ever shown
the storm had long since passed them by before
they finished and were lying prone
“I’ve got to return and settle the score.”
he said at last, but she had known,
withholding teardrops as she stared
already missing what they shared.

Opaque and resolute, a silence draped
between the two while they got dressed
with every fleeting second that escaped
their love was feeling more repressed
which prompted her to think until she shaped
a moving plea to be expressed,
she turned to finally plead her case
but he was gone without a trace.


***Finally part 5, here are links to 1-4***

Part1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4

Snow Removal

My back is stooped and achy
my hands are gnarled and shaky
and now the looming forecast
has me feeling slightly flaky,

intense accumulation
has caused my deformation
but lately has me pondering
strategic relocation!

Thawing

The sky is cornflower blue
the sun a daffodil yellow
yon steeple has the greenish hue
of copper left to mellow,

a swollen river’s swirling brown,
red robins rise in number
and people aren’t as quick to frown
when Spring awakes from slumber.

Precipitant

As everything gets blurry
I feel the need to hurry
so I scurry, scurry, scurry
forever in a flurry.

Assistance

Along a desolate degree of road
my rusty ride began to spit and lurch
then died before an ominous abode,
a long unused, dilapidated church.
It looked just like a horror movie scene
the moon above obscured by wispy veils,
I searched for hints of glowing eyes between
the boards that sagged upon corroded nails
but much to my relief I was alone
(at least that’s what I told myself was true)
and once I utilized my trusty phone
I waited for my rescue to ensue,
impatient to be swallowed by the din
that keeps what we can’t see from creeping in.

Drainage

Replenished rapids roar
as bawdy crows implore
me not to throw away
the scraps they so adore

but this is how we live
too self-consumed to give
until it’s all just gone one day
like water through a sieve.

Relief

If it moves you
it’s art,
if not
just a fart.

Calisthenics

I pondered, while ingesting my perfectly seared meal,
the glaring lack of empathy I always seem to feel
then realized while savoring the sweetness and the salt
that most of the uneasiness is sadly my own fault
and my mind did another somersault.

Apparently I look for more than most will ever give
contingent on the caveat that all is relative
for those that show me everything will get ten times from me
but I have yet to be amazed by such humility
that makes my heart do jumping jacks of glee.

Weathered

These mounds of white may indicate
the geezer’s tantrums won’t abate
until we’re leaning just a bit more starboard,
and then perhaps a temperate clime
(while being furthest from sublime)
will make things more amenable where we’re harbored.

Foundation

See the church with its pristine steeple,
a tribute to God from devoted people.
Fire destroyed only plaster and wood
not the bedrock on which it stood,
for love is more solid than any concrete
lending its strength to conquer defeat,
so now as the rafters are joyfully raised
join us in singing Let Him Be Praised!



***Dedicated to the United Presbyterian Church here in Amsterdam, the place looks great.***

Poof

I’ve got my super powers
packaged right beside my Poe
and wiled many hours
devouring to and fro,

it’s hard to segue seamlessly
from someone wearing tights
to beauty captured dreamily
when thought attains new heights—

but all involved are masters
pouring passion from their hearts,
offsetting our disasters
through the magic of their arts.