Potential

So close to may
But doubts still prey
As spring seems uninclined to stay

Despite our needs
We have the seeds
For compromise, and growth proceeds.

Rug City Retrospect

We all have spurts of good luck
And stretches where things just suck
And though we periodically plan
We take what comes and do the best we can.

Temperance

The perpetual imposer can't see
Just how annoying they are
Presenting their most recent plea
Constantly pushing too far
Until there’s no one left to shove
Never take advantage of love.

Cookin'

The first two hours disappeared
I cooked and cooked till it was cleared
The silent printer is my Zen
Until that chatter starts again

Play with hot food, you’ll be burned
I have so many scars, just look
A fearsome flame won’t be spurned
Another ticket, gotta book!

Lowlife

A creature that crawls on its belly
Isn’t as clever as it may think
For nether regions are smelly
And that’s where it likes to slink—
In shadows, where prey can’t see,
As dark as its heart seems to be.

Sensibility

It’s getting harder to see
No matter how much I squint
The light escapes me
Should I just take a hint?
I’ll always seek the glint.

And sounds aren’t as clear
Regardless how I strain
I’m struggling to hear
Will understanding wane?
Perhaps it’s best to filter out disdain.

And lately my speech
Has been overly flecked
With lies that fools preach
But I’ll only interject
With words of respect.

🤯

Is time dilation real?
Well, here’s the deal:
I started this poem at one
But it was already done
So posted it late
Isn't time tweaking great?

Cell

It’s a block to build,
A hole that’s filled,
Or the culprit when the truth is killed

The signal is strong
But many go wrong
When lost in the chaotic noise of the throng

Although we seek
To block the bleak
Salvation is dropped when reception is weak.

None of The Above

They’ll tell us that we have no other choice,
to save the earth all humans must obey
restrictions that will strangle every voice
and limit life in every single way.

Eliminating options to survive
they’ll tell us that we have no other choice
but gather in their sterile techno-hive
while they go buy the trendiest Rolls-Royce

and send taxpayers the invoice.
And as we choke down foul synthetic food
(they’ll tell us that we have no other choice)
their gourmet delights shall be chewed

then washed down with bubbly champagne,
the worst part? They think we should rejoice,
do you want to submit to their illegitimate reign?
There’s always another choice.

Frigidity

Your tulips appear
To be frosty my dear
The red is subdued
Much like the mood
When spring should be here

The winters are drear
Year after year after year
If it wasn’t for such drudgery
Perhaps there wouldn’t be
Frost on your two lips dear.

Pluckers

The left and right wings are the same
Propelling the eagle to new heights of shame
They make a flap
But don’t do crap
And soon we’ll be lunch meat once lame.

Winged

Of all days to pick
This must be the worst
I think I feel sick
Did something just burst?
Whoever chose 420 for Wingfest must die
But first I have a mountain of wings to fry.

Withered

If only backs were like leaves
Returning fresh and slack
But every working man grieves,
The spring will never be back.

Better than Lint

I have so many poems in my pocket
I don’t know which one to share
Was it proper to overstock it?
The prudent prefer to prepare

With hopes that you like this one
I'll post without delay
Make sure that you don’t miss one,
And share your own, okay?


***Happy Poem in Your Pocket Day!***

Quantifiable

Met a four
At least that’s what she said she was
“Just do what everybody does,
Find the door.”

I said, “Nay
It seems your addition is off
Ignore the ignorant who scoff
Ten all day!”

Math is fun
It can exercise your mind
And it’s better when you find
Two are one.