Thursday, October 31, 2013

Incognito

The way the clouds broke
exposing the moon
it looked like it was blowing smoke
from a break curtailed too soon
and now it's stuck till noon

unless the clouds decide
to glumly reconvene
so it can nonchalantly hide
and end its shift serene
away from the machine.

Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Going Out of the Way

The driver didn't know
what drove her to the edge
but he grabbed her from that ledge
and wouldn't let her go

he lent an open ear
and the warmness of his love
with guidance from above
he found a way to steer

a soul consumed by doubt
away from the messiest fall
imagine the world if we all
could take the same route.


***Here's the story***

Tuesday, October 29, 2013

In the Dark

A finger dug into the night
so hard its crescent nail was white
but ere I was inclined to swoon
I saw that it was just the moon

I can't begin to emphasize
to those that love to scan the skies
how rational we need to be
when judging what we think we see.

Monday, October 28, 2013

Monitor

I began this poem as a lark
just to exercise my mind
not to try and leave a mark
or illuminate mankind

I revel in the sacred flow
of words upon the page
each character I get to know
the sanguine and the sage

releasing thoughts I'd never say
to anybody's face
examining the bright display
for gradients of grace.

Sunday, October 27, 2013

Orders

"Make them a couple cubits long and at least a cubit wide."
The masons tasked to do the job were told
reluctantly they nodded gulping down fraternal pride
for recently their bastion had been sold,

it once was a den of secrecy behind a stone facade
so no one could discern their sacred rite
but now they're putting windows in this current house of God
inviting all to share the blessed light.

Saturday, October 26, 2013

Composure

The reaper's in the field
with headlights glaring bright
the harvest doesn't fight
for it was raised to yield.

Friday, October 25, 2013

Harbingers

Those raucous pests
with beady eyes
begin to reappear
their kind infests
our hearts and skies
and trees to rudely jeer

their caustic caws
without remorse
for vexing those that sleep
there is no pause
they serve the force
that lives to grimly reap.

Thursday, October 24, 2013

Don't Zig When You Should Zag

The giant seemed smaller (as trite as a pun)
compared to his ego which blocked out the sun
he brought back the polecat (as quick as a flash)
to foul the place rotten for even more cash
neglecting his stable (as bookmakers do)
of proven performers for malcontents who
were anxious to scurry (as rodents before)
with all of his profits for some other score.

Wednesday, October 23, 2013

Deserter

Sirius was circumspect
so I paused a moment to reflect
and then I trekked

the twilight sky was searing red
which burned the image in my head
and on I sped

I watched the landscape fade to black
and wondered if I should turn back
but stayed on track

I drove through night and most of day
my destination? I can't really say
just had to get away.

Tuesday, October 22, 2013

Submersed

There was nothing that you couldn't ascertain
by watching her just standing in the rain
through greenish eyes a flood of teardrops drain
from a broken heart that overflows with pain

Monday, October 21, 2013

Stricken

For me it's much too breezy
so button up yer yap
your nonsense makes me queasy
I think I need a nap
and you? Perhaps a slap.

Sunday, October 20, 2013

Pursuit

The Hunter's Moon has slipped the shade
that could have camouflaged its raid
as piercing silver shafts are sprayed
across the darkened moor

until a revolution stills
its chance to get more sterling kills
so it just slinks behind the hills
to stalk a fresher spoor.

Saturday, October 19, 2013

Influence

Dab by intuitive dab
The Master will compose
another work of art

with bittersweet and rose
and crimson from the heart
that flows with every stab

when inner urges start
and livens up my drab
attempt at autumn prose.

Friday, October 18, 2013

Leave Happy

A single golden maple leaf
is dancing on the breeze
succumbing to the cold just like its kin
and though its fleeting life was brief
it twirls about with ease
inciting goosebumps all along my skin

I long to join its jaunty jig
but lately I'm inclined
to feel the coming fall and simply mope
if only I could snip a sprig
of hope perhaps I'd find
a carefree way that I could likewise cope.

Thursday, October 17, 2013

Guarantee

I wish I could promise you people don't change
but you already know that they do
some factor compels them to act really strange
so different from who you once knew

I can see on your face the confusion and pain
that I also had to endure
accepting the fact that is truly our bane:
nothing is ever for sure.

I won't always be here, but as long as I am
I promise you one thing is true
whenever you call me - whatever the jam
I'll do what I can to help you.