Absolution

In the twilight we are met
by specters of regret,
each shuffling unholy fiend
a nightmare if we let
ourselves be guillotined
by the pitted blade of debt
they brandish as a threat.

Be prepared as photons fade
to face a fearsome blade
but never let that phantom win
deny the shameful shade
be deaf to its devious din
and maybe when goodbyes are bade
your peace will be made.

Disarray

Things are becoming so blurry
and I wonder if it's my eyes
or because I'm in such a hurry
I no longer question the lies
but I'm really starting to worry
in the face of my looming demise
that life is a laughable flurry
of unfocused frustrating tries.

Ruling

A monarch's migration depends
on how deftly it defends
against opposing tides
that stir the air through which it glides
and if, when it descends
it finds where truth resides.

Purchase

The giant succeeded (as well as he could)
in selling out futures for which he once stood
his leeches skedaddled (as they were quite full)
and when they get bloated their greed tends to dull
the last loyal beasties (as you may have guessed)
were bartered as assets and now they're depressed
in business it matters (as anyone knows)
that ground remains solid for everyone's toes.

Update and Plea to All Followers of Average Poet

Well I did it. I didn't think it was going to happen but it did and now it leaves me wondering what next? Yes I actually reached my goal of two years straight posting without missing a day. Will I make it three in a row? I am going to try but if I do miss a day I won't be too upset, two years running is pretty good as far as I'm concerned. And I'm also fast approaching another milestone: my 2000th post on this blog which should be in just over two months if I keep the streak going so stay tuned.

I must admit, I've been running low on steam lately, so my offerings here haven't been as varied as usual. Plus as you can see from my 9/20/13 post that music has been gaining ground in the battle for my attention. I think writing lyrics was one of my main reasons to even start writing, and now that our band is putting these songs together it is inspiring me to put more of my energy in that area.

Which leads me to the plea mentioned in my post title. I have never asked anything of anyone in this virtual world, and have been blessed with some really perceptive readers that leave gratifying and generous comments on my poems. But now with a week left in the Get Out of the Garage contest, I am asking any and all followers of Average Poet to kindly share our videos (see link below on 9/20/13 post) and help us get recognized so I can do what I have truly wanted to do all my life - make music. Thank you and rock on! \m/

Rap

He moves about with baby steps because
it's difficult to walk with dungarees
whose waistband loosely hangs around your knees
the way his would-be ghetto garment does,
defiance oozes out from every pore
(he longs to be just like his hero thug)
so ignorance is his designer drug
and he can't wait until he shoots some more.
Devoid of all respect for anyone
he hides behind a mask of bogus bling
and when he sees a pretty little thing
his filth encrusted mouth begins to run,
he says, "Now hit me with those digits girl!"
She slaps him so hard it makes his toes curl.

Wicket

I fear that my stickiest issue
is not giving much of a shit
my fortitude folds like tissue
just one good blow and I quit

there must be a way to grow stronger
despite every destitute try
and be more determined the longer
acceptance may take me to ply.

Easy Target

I made the fatal mistake
of listening to a friend
and I feel the ache
an entry wound will make
from those that don't pretend

and pierce you in a blink
with cutting disregard
right through your weakest link
so now I think
I'll never drop my guard.

Storied

Purveyor of an ancient art
you capitalize at first
upon the fear in every heart
to punctuate the worst

with characters you redefine
the mold of standard thought
and set good bait on every line
ensuring schools are caught

by emphasizing on suspense
you're murder to resist
they'll gladly laugh at the expense
to know your latest twist.

After Life

I wish I could tell you the pain will end
it doesn't, though it may dull
and just when you think your heart might mend
it comes right back in full.

The loss of a parent is more than a death
it's losing a part of your soul
and as they are gone, so too is our breath
attempting to stay in control

remembering moments we could've shared love
instead of our differing views
or praying that they are in heaven above
when hit with the horrible news.

We're given this life to live as we please
and seldom give thanks for the gift
it's all just a circle and we're the degrees
completing our loop at the rift

where we go to encounter our relatives
removed from the mortal plane
and bask in the joy our Savior gives
devoid of fear or pain.


***Dedicated to members of our extended family who lost both their parents recently, not at the same time but close and very unexpectedly, our prayers are with you.***

Please Vote for Our Band

I know the quality of these videos isn't the best but the only way to get votes in this contest is by sharing or viewing them as much as possible so please start clicking and I will personally come to your house and cook you a delicious meal, then perhaps a nice back rub, and maybe some fine wine, well you get the picture ;^)

Trio

We band together, common men
that share a common goal:
to turn the volume up to ten
releasing all control
we practice in our rustic den
and gladly pay the toll
because we really love it when
we're paid to rock-n-roll!

Contending

We all have pain we struggle through
my mother felt enough for three
but did the best that she could do

She lost her Dad in World War II
and realized when oh so wee
we all have pain to struggle through,

and then she was remanded to
a boarding school despite her plea
but did the best that she could do

in hopes a home would soon ensue,
a happy hearth that never came to be,
we all have pain we struggle through.

Then, with my Dad, a family grew
together, to a limited degree,
Mom did the best that she could do

but certain demons eat the glue
that binds us to this harsh reality:
we all have pain we struggle through
while doing the best that we can do.

Disfigurement

How can scars flare up again
while happiness is rare
and why do we relive our pain
but never its repair?

Is that all there is to life,
a failure to forget
the plague of petty pointless strife
and unresolved regret

that left unchecked will mutilate
the wonderment we feel
which nullifies our weakened state
so we can truly heal.

Sway

The sun is fierce with power
as it arcs across the sky
but every gentle flower
reaches out to it on high
with the corn as I drive by
each vibrant leaflet glowing
like emeralds in the crown
of He who is all-knowing
and made the light shine down.