One Less Time

It’s okay to be flat

When playing for those

Content to remain on the plain.

In key? None of that!

But someone who knows

Is begging you, please, to refrain!

Counter

We don’t see each other much these days 

He's busy being a teen

While I grow more set in my ways

And reluctantly careen

Right into the golden years

Despite the tarnished sheen

As he encounters grinding gears

Within the old machine

And hopefully he’ll figure out

When dangling between

Their dogma and internal doubt

To always use his bean.

Getting Burned 🔥

My heart is filled with fire

Though you don’t feel the same 

Amused by my desire

You fan the futile flame

Through a twisted wire

But this is not a game

The circumstance is dire

Despite your lack of shame

I make room on this pyre

For you to finally claim.

I Decline

I'm slowly sinking down

To depths I’ve never known

And fear that I may drown

Less-than-buoyant, alone.

But how can one convey

I'm slowly sinking down

For most will simply shrug and say,

“Hey things will turn around,

so there’s no need to frown!”

They won’t see how far you’ve sunk,

“You’re slowly sinking down?

C’mon let’s go get drunk!”

But I of course refuse

A night out on the town,

Detachment has its dues,

I'm slowly sinking down.

Manufactured

The giant’s huge ego made him seem big

(convinced the whole world was his racket to rig)

He lives in a land of lascivious lies

(and still weaves his whoppers, what a surprise)

He sold out his subjects and sauntered away

(dismissing their welfare so he could just play)

Then published his prattle to claim victimhood

(a fraudulent fool who is simply no good).

***Hey all, for those unfamiliar with this tale, I worked in a factory for almost 30 years for an arrogant ass whose bad deals abruptly ended a highly profitable business which employed many people. Now he writes a book claiming it was the government's fault despite the fact he publicly supported the local scum (still in office forever) that backs the destructive policies he blames for the closing.***

Out of It

I don’t have much to say

No one listens anyway

Just share stuff with my dog

And post it here on this blog

Because he doesn’t read

And only cares about his feed

Or if I scratch his scruff

Obsolescence can be tough.

Treasured

I try my best to give my hoard away

Despite a less-than-consequential stash,

At times I do it every single day

But couplets aren’t the same as cold hard cash,

They’re worth a whole lot more (at least to me)

Each word a priceless treasure on its own

And value will go up substantially

When proper placement chills one to the bone.

I hope some future person on a quest

Alights upon this shore in cyberspace

Excited by a shining gem or two

And feels a sudden thrumming in their chest

As their quiescent heart begins to race

With passion that I helped them spark anew.

***Well this is it true believers, today marks 20 years of posting on this blog. The first poem I put here was about classic poetry books I found at a garage sale, and to me they were worth their weight in gold. I shall continue writing and maybe get another 20 in. Thanks to all who have read and commented over the years. I love you all – RCH***

Subject of Interest

Our overlords are little dots of light that cross the sky

And you can only see them if you take the time to try

But once you actually notice them, there’s not much you can do

Except to pray with all your might - they haven’t noticed you.

Dynamic

Consistently inconsistent 

Described him to a tee

Apparently only persistent 

At always wanting to be

Undeniably different 

Than anyone else alive

Consistently inconsistent 

A curious way to survive.

Another Lonely Song

Her hips will hypnotize

Luscious lips will tell you lies

And you are hers to compromise

You knew it all along

For when you watch her walk that way

You feel your heart begin to sway

There’s nothing you can do but play

Another lonely song

Another lonely song

To listen to all night long

While wishing she was there by your side

A haunting melody

That you can sing in any key

To help you forget your wounded pride

Her legs are looking good

So much better than they should

It’s time to quit, you wish you could

You know you’re not that strong

Remembering way back when

Turn your guitar to ten

Then grab the nearest pen

And write another lonely song

Sticky

Three times four or four times three

It really doesn’t matter to me

A dozen's a dozen, unless of course

You choose to fudge without remorse.

Threnody

The crickets sing in harmony

As Fall begins its reign

A wistful tune in a somber key

An ode to sunlight slain,

A heartfelt hind-leg homily

That prudent creatures heed

For soon the barren time will be

Upon us causing need,

They sing together heartily 

A roundabout refrain 

Beneath the old crabapple tree

Where I now entertain

Thoughts of living happily

Before my days recede

And crickets croon a dirge for me

My spirit finally freed.

Worth It

Don’t feel anything

Then, you can’t get hurt.

Opposed to passion's poignant sting?

Make your heart inert.

But if you are the daring type

Who prospers from some pain

Believe the hoopla and the hype

There’s so much more to gain.

Star Power

The new moon was nubile

All curvy and thin

Venus the vixen

Smiled brighter to win

The eyes of the gazers

Who watched them compete

Enjoying the showdown

Their wonder complete

Until they were blinded

By a glamorous glow

As the headliner came

And stole the whole show.

Leaving Providence

Don't dicker with a deity

It'll never go your way

They’ll spurn your spontaneity

And really make you pay.