Ringers

I sped with shredded fingers
The ringing echo lingers
Sometimes even into the next day
But despite the dead spots
From having crusty pots
We crude rambunctious singers
Turned out to be bringers
Of joy, through music we robustly play.

Reverent

Is piety achievable
At this point in my corruption?
I like to think it believable
And pray without interruption.

Translucency

It’s best to view the world
Through a window with no blind
For how could one write about
Something they keep tuning out?
They’d never find the words
Without a pane well shined.

To Be Brief

So much to say
I post each day
A less-than-grandiose display

That’s plainly terse
It could be worse
But thankfully I feel adverse

To such an outlay
It doesn’t pay
When no one reads it anyway.

Bothersome

Should I live in unabashed denial
of all my faults? Nah, not my style
but those that do seem to succeed (I guess)
depending upon how you define success.

If someone gives you what you’re begging for
so they don’t have to hear you anymore
should you brag about your victory?
It really doesn’t seem too cool to me.

Disembodied

The fakeness is real
That’s just how I feel
Think it’s not so
How would you know?

Existence consists
Of lies, that like mists
Obscure honest facts
Until sense retracts

I yell “How can this be?”
I hear It wasn’t me
From the other room—
Personified doom.

Launch Sequence

You hit the pad
Things weren’t too bad
Plenty of fuel
Space can be cruel
Mission control
Circle the pole
Vector untrue
You really flew.

Spurt

As winter wanes
We dream of gains
Where seeds are sown
In fertile plains

For every groan
We hope we’ve shown
With sturdy strains
How much we’ve grown.

Chomp

Whoever you try to tell
Doesn’t take it well
Sometimes it’s best to bite
Your tongue till time is right.

Fantastic

Everything’s a test
So always do your best
And face the fun or foul
With equal zest

Nothing is by chance
Endeavor to advance
You can either humph or howl—
Dare to dance.

Tidy

Those messier faults
We do somersaults
To brush away with a smile
Will overrun lust
Like bunnies of dust
If we don’t sweep once in a while.

Stumped

They came and took the limb today
Just hacked it off and hauled it away
And callously laughed it off to boot
Might as well pull out a gun and shoot

I could feel the terribly painful cut
And every tooth that gnawed that rut
Into the flesh still deemed alive
How much must we cede to survive?

Chicken

With every piercing note
That Bluejay seemed to gloat
As if to say I told you so old man!

I’ve heard him shriek before
And it’s something I ignore
But this time I’ll make sure to get the plan

Despite being kinda lean
He looks a little mean
Perhaps it would be better if I ran.

Predicament

You talk a good game
Of sophmorish smack
But know you’re so lame
You’d never attack
Despite their fascist commands
You don’t want blood on your hands

The moment will come
When peril is near
You’ll feel your heart thrum
Ignited by fear
And you will have to decide:
Fight or bow to those who lied.

Resolute

Do right, as you must
Throughout the new year
Be patiently just
And love without peer.