Witless

I seem to have misplaced my mind
whatever shall I do?
I figured it a breeze to find
but it completely blew
and now my gibberish is lined
without a freakin’ clue
I seem to have misplaced my mind
whatever shall I do?

Second Opinion

My wife recently had a test
the doctor called a routine check
and then they called her to request
another, now she's a nervous wreck

I tell her that she shouldn't fret
it's simply that they'd never seen
such loveliness and had to get
a filter for their damned machine

we get there at the moment planned
so she can have this new exam
the orderly sees her stroke my hand
"Lucky you!" Oh yes I am.

Doggone

We're all poor
we're all needy
some have more
because they're greedy

we're all cursed
(it's called mortal)
to be dispersed
beyond the portal.

Salami

The more I'm ignored the less I say
so go right ahead and babble away
it's comical watching your desperate display

as you become more messily mired
in the reputation you've acquired
from those (like you) that should be fired--

incompetence has become the norm
we need some type of structural reform
as I just smile and dumbly perform.

Dazzle

The stars ornately gild the sky
before the coming day
and sparkle like the tears we cry
that shine then fade away

so do not mourn me when I'm gone
for we're not meant to stay
like moonlight right before the dawn
we shine then fade away.

Miscarried

She watched the glowing screen erupt in snow
and cursed into the darkness as she knelt
her power cells were dangerously low
the audio as static as she felt,
there didn't seem to be another ship
in hailing distance that could hear her plea
in fact she didn't see a single blip
and slowly crawled to incubator three.
She thought about the day she had agreed,
an eager kid with dreams as big as space
impatient to behold a different sun,
her craft was like a giant silver seed
intended to help propagate the race
too bad that her delivery was done.

Scheme

Must matter be destroyed
in order to create?
Arithmetic employed
can't begin to validate
the value of the void
but still we calculate.

Culture

We're simply an experiment
a measured drop of crud
kept viable, but ignorant
like piggies in the mud

an entity much more advanced
is watching all we do
deciding if it should be chanced
to let the sample brew

for microbes can be tricky ilk
and known to quickly spread
destroying those off which they bilk
until the host is dead

but hopefully that's not the case
we're not an end that's loose
existing on the borrowed grace
of living past our use.

Restorative

You're the son I never had
the sun that keeps me warm
and though I'm not your dad
whenever dark clouds form
I'll be your shield.

There's nothing you can't be
you're so talented and smart
and everyone (like me)
will be swayed by the heart
you cutely wield.

The life I've pursued
wasn't always worthwhile
but my faith is renewed
when blessed by your smile
and I am healed.

Smithy

I've hammered and hammered and hammered some more
and pounded my anvil right into the floor
then purchased another so I could renew
my arduous efforts to fashion for you
a keepsake with each bang
but all I hear is a hollow clang.

By carefully mixing some mirth and some song
an alloy of sorts could become quite strong
if tempo is tempered with diligent care
protecting the edge from unlimited wear--
with no such luck to date
I'm at the forge till late.

Grinding

Momentum is slowing
I've got to get going
but can't find the gear
to get there from here

Cogency

How much do we truly need?
Much less than we care to concede
but we can't speak with our mouths full
a weakness of our breed.

How much should we actually care?
Much more than we're ever aware
but love won't gleam if a heart's dull
from years of heavy wear.

How much can we really believe
when we can't even see past the sleeve?
We've got to learn to pierce the hull
in order to conceive.

All You Need is One

I've had little reason to be happy for a while
except for that little grandson of mine
if it wasn't for him, I'd forget how to smile,

he does things with such comical style
that I just laugh, and forget to opine
the reasons I haven't been happy for a while

like all those bills that're stacked in a pile
from hungry vultures that wait in a line,
if it wasn't for him, I'd forget how to smile

and be overwhelmed by the gamut of guile
egregiously less than benign
which gives little reason to be happy. For a while

I was bitter and choking on my own bile,
refusing to believe the sun would ever shine--
if it wasn't for him I'd forget how to smile,

I'd probably mope around and glumly wile
away the days, but he makes sure I'm fine,
my little reason to be happy (for a while)
if it wasn't for him I'd forget how to smile.

Just Sayin'

I'm sick of the excuses
bravado and abuses
the whole routine reduces
my ability to hear

I'm tired of the talking
the bitching and the balking
it's just like squirting caulking
in the tunnel of my ear

it's only through our doing
and not relentless ruing
that life is worth pursuing
so help or disappear.

G. Maximus

At times I think I'm intelligible
but I know it's just a farce
I'm cornily incorrigible
your basic harmless arse.