Indefatigable

My teeth are failing
My back is ailing
And any drive I have’s curtailing

Though blows are varied
Somehow I've parried
And won't give up until I’m buried.

Grave

If you steal a spade
Have you dug your own grave?
Well the pride displayed
Makes your soul tough to save.

Miscalculation

With nary a flake
The storm was a yawn
The forecast: Predictable groan.

Another mistake
Revealed by the dawn
With mountains to shovel alone.

How often we ache
When judgements are drawn
Before the conclusion is known.

Irreparable

The damage done
In the name of fun
Won’t be much
Forgive the pun

You hear the rasp
With every gasp
Still with such
Resolve you grasp.

Renovation

The temple’s falling faster
Due to sagging beams
A little paint and plaster
Makes it better than it seems
With a ringing Stratocaster
And a hint of youthful dreams.

Depth

When roots are near the surface
There isn’t too much purchase
And anything that’s growing could be felled

You need a sturdy anchor
For facing nature’s rancor
And staying straight until the storm is quelled

So don’t just be a skimmer
Dig deep to see a glimmer
Of hope that any ills will be dispelled.

Pro Hemp

Your plasticity is such
You seem inorganic
And babble so much
It’s painfully manic

The lies that you tell
Might get you elected
But won’t serve you well
Once gallows are erected.

Coming Up

This time Venus made a pass
As Jupiter stood by
Despite discrepancies in mass
Her beauty lit the sky

But soon Orion stole the show
Entering stage right
His shining outline all aglow
To dominate the night

Until a radiance began
To obstinately spar
Against the dark, a true hypeman
Of the up and coming star.

Gary's Gone with the Wind

He could really pick
And play a soulful slide
But now there’s just a click
The spotlight put aside

Their songs will stand the test
Of time, no surprise
Those boys were the best
The last Freebird flies.

Tough

Does steak still have the stink
Of the slaughterhouse when pink
Is that why so many like it rare?

Well I don’t crave a whiff
Of those beyond that cliff
As it is, I’ll soon enough be there.

Cold Snap

The snow can quickly tax a limb
To leave it rent asunder
And make a day turn extra dim
If chancing to walk under.

Flashy

What does a photo frame
A moment or a scene?
Well time is a concocted claim
So that can only mean
It’s a memory to treasure
Regardless of the measure.

Flaking

I’m shoveling snow
And every crow
Is laughing as I fling
These freaking flakes pell mell
And maniacally yell
“Where the hell are you Spring?!”

Lucked Out

I’ve been fortunate to duck
Most duties that I dread
But now I feel stuck
Like losing my tread
In a marsh full of muck
And it seems instead
There’s an oncoming truck
Dead ahead.

Sloped

Those with big loads
And little consideration
Clog the self-checkout lines

And out on the roads
There’s much consternation
Despite the informative signs

You could say it bodes
Ill for civilization
But every empire declines.