Making the Cut

Creative thoughts are lost among
the droning drowning din
of battle to ascend a rung
and rake the bennies in

but every now and then I get
a chance to sit and jot
the few words that I don't forget
while fighting for that spot

a grizzled veteran of war
I carry on despite
the code of conduct I deplore
ignoring flags of white

my fuel is running way too low
to fall behind the line
it's hard to overcome a foe
that savors blood like wine.

Game Face

I can't remember if I forgot
I don't have much but it's alot
I may get free but probably not
another verse? It's worth a shot

I try my best (despite this fear
that nothing I do matters here)
to always smile and appear
if not upbeat then cavalier.

Warning

Some will go fast, some will go slow
we all have limits how far we'll go
but despite the signs and painted lines
there will always be those who risk the fines.

Bomb

The spotlight morning sun
made him dream of a home run
so he could finally ditch his wretched dump
but then he shook his head
each night approaching bed
aware that he had just advanced his slump.

And as he mulled his streak
his hopeful views turned bleak
till one explosive thought caused them to stir:
it doesn't matter how you swing
for such a feat will only bring
you right back to the same old place you were.


Hi all! Well it seems reality has finally intruded enough to end my run of posting something every single day. It was fun while it lasted but my mind has been too weary lately for serious contemplation of any thought for long. But, I won't stop so any readers that want to hang around, please do. I feel my best is yet to come, are you reading me?

Scuttling

Why do people like annoying things
like a plastic gondolier that sings
instead of hearing Nature's song
that soothes exposure to the throng

the sun itself becomes a balm
that helps my mind regain it's calm
I am a crab and it's time I think
to make that crooning nuisance sink!

Martial

That final day of independence
expired without much ado
the army corralled our descendants
and liberty was through

They didn't possess the fortitude
to put up much of a fight
born and bred to be subdued
oppression just seemed right

and now the only holiday
we get to celebrate
is when we are allowed to lay
our lives down for the State.

Inklings

A vortex makes a shadow that the light cannot escape
they swirl across the bottom of the pool in every shape
amoebic blobs whose fluid transformations make it seem
that matter can be malleable like that of which we dream.

Round

Venus and Jupiter, so close again it seems
but really as distant as far away dreams
although from our angle their sequence is such
that one could believe they might actually touch,
celestial seduction, a sky spanning chase
that slips through the fingers of those who need space.

Keep Pushing

Push it down!
is all you hear
when you work upon the line
Push it down!
the leaders jeer
and make our numbers shine
Push it down!
you've got to hide
the sneer upon your lip
Push it down!
the rage inside
that product has to ship.

Sluice

All you can see is the spray
from the car that's leading the way
an occasional glimpse of a line
your only chance to divine
the lane in which you must stay

everyone's done for the day
forgetting what they did for pay
the downpour dampens their drive
they focus on staying alive
and navigate the gray.

Outgunned

Must life be a team sport?
No, but it's hard to hit the boards
when you can't even reach the court
against opposing hordes.

Proven

Uncertainty insinuated
I wasn't up to snuff
Scrutiny intimidated
So severe and gruff
Tenacity reciprocated
I still got the stuff.

Screwy

Ever tightened something down just to learn
you went too far and then the hole was stripped
but still you gave the screw another turn

in hopes that somehow threads securely gripped?
Although the truth is easy to discern
we seldom see it till the switch is flipped

and we've done things for which we'll probably burn,
despite how far away our soul has slipped
we still will give the screw another turn.

Remanded

I felt my focus dimming
until I acquired a job
and now my thoughts are swimming
with What’s this thingamabob?

careening towards September
I forfeited the key
and soon I won't remember
that I was briefly free

Stepping it Up

A rhythm can be simple or complex
the challenge is to get out there and move
ignoring all the stagnant types that vex
your chance to get into the perfect groove.