Wednesday, July 31, 2013


Forgive me as I bask
in the halfhearted glow
of finishing off
a meaningless task
I'm going slow
but you should know
despite my scoff
whenever they ask
I make it so.

Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Pane of Love

They tried to reach
new heights in bed
but had a breech
and fell instead.

Monday, July 29, 2013


If something needs to be done
just do it
you don't need to ask anyone
get to it
and you might even have some fun
who knew it?

Sunday, July 28, 2013


They grew me fresh eyes
but I still couldn't see
through the clips that comprise
this new century

they cultured my joints
to buckle, not bend
when the caucus annoints
a drone to defend

my organs are jammed
with the stones that amass
when skillfully scammed
to digest what they pass

they beefed-up my bone
to brandish the yoke
but I'm not a clone
I'll never be broke!

Saturday, July 27, 2013


Fool with fire
you'll be burned
igniting ire
gets you spurned
love turns dire
if unreturned
in the mire
we have churned.

Friday, July 26, 2013

Good One

He never had mean things to say
and always went out of his way
though people of merit are few
he had enough to make two

It's twenty five years since I met
this wit I will never forget
farewells are so hard to extend
have mercy on heaven my friend.

Thursday, July 25, 2013


We live, we laugh
we love, we cry
while precious years
go flying by
regardless how we
deem to try
we simply wait
till we must die.

A noble cause
that aids a plea
what we can be
excluded from
there is no other

So many forces
shape the clay
that forms the fragile
shell we pray
will last until
we see the day
our souls rejoin
the cosmic fray.

Wednesday, July 24, 2013


A rosy hand is spread
across the dusky sky
each wispy digit splayed
as though to motion 'Hi!'
or (gasp) 'Goodbye'

Perhaps it's here to grasp
and peel away the veil
with which we tend to mask
when vision starts to fail
too calloused to read Braille.

Tuesday, July 23, 2013


That faded innocuous tramp
could care about anyone's stamp
while waiting for a jet to streak by
and leave another wispy ramp
enabling the shady scamp
to roll across the big blue sky.

Monday, July 22, 2013

Lifting Spirits

Believers will seldom renounce their belief
even when crushed by unspeakable grief
but how many times will an athiest kneel
when tortured by trauma too trying to heal?

we feel there is something beyond what we see
and if we just try to perform dutifully
the tenets of love independent of faith
our chance to ascend will be more than a wraith.

Sunday, July 21, 2013


Have you ever run afoul of educated types
that use their knowledge like a club
for taking vicious little swipes
at dolts they've learned to snub?

But how can one store all those facts
within such a narrow mind?
apparently these mental acts
just forge more axes to grind.

The older I get, the less I know
I should've stayed in class
to earn the right to also blow
what pompous asses pass.

Saturday, July 20, 2013


I'm not as resilient as I used to be
though I still know how to bounce
just make your move and then we'll see
if you're even worth an ounce

I've labored so many hours away
without showing much of a gain
my constant futility tends to belay
resistance to unresolved pain

that cripples those corroding joints
reluctant to bear the brunt
of shame a prideful ploy appoints
when jockeying for front.

Friday, July 19, 2013


There's nothing worse
than wordy tripe
it's such a curse
there's nothing worse
than vexing verse
with too much hype.
There's nothing worse
than wordy tripe!

Thursday, July 18, 2013


Beneath the sterile glare
of an artificial light
our shadows have no flair
they're victims of the bright
but candlelight will make them thrive
and seem as though they've come alive.

The flicker of the flame
can make the darkness dance
like spirits come to claim
their one and only chance
to join the living here today
before the night takes all away.

Wednesday, July 17, 2013


Are they all over-written
or have I been bitten
by chiggers with burning green eyes?

I'm not a Rhodes scholar
I wear a blue collar
and don't know the wheres from the whys

but a poem should invite you
extremely excite you
with language that flows seamlessly

and not be so clunky
or cleverly funky
that reading requires a degree.

Enough of this whining
the Summer sun's shining
it's time to explore without fear

and fluently fashion
with purposeful passion
new worlds in my own little sphere.

Tuesday, July 16, 2013


I made a bid to kneel to him in praise
but still felt stymied by a stony gaze
(abuzz with apprehension
despite the sun's ascension)
though whiffs of honey lure the bee that strays
do myths reward the meek for faithful ways?

Monday, July 15, 2013


When I cease to thrum
there won't be much to say
I'm a working class bum
earning minimum pay
that dreamt of a day
when wisdom would come
but whiled away
any chance to find some.

Sunday, July 14, 2013


I saw her a month ago
at the wedding of her son
so frail and stooped, but glad to know
his new life had begun,
though hers could soon be done;

beside her ailing form
the flowers were in bloom
we partied up a storm
but now the bride and groom
must deal with doom.

Again the blossoms stand replete
this time around an urn,
their heady fragrance bittersweet
belying how we yearn
for what cannot return.

Maternal love transcends
maturation's mask
with memories that never end
despite how much we bask,
what more can one ask?

Saturday, July 13, 2013


Have you ever seen a warrior's tear
slip past their formidable helm?
the glint of a hurtling spear
that can shatter the stoniest heart
like the plea from a loftier realm
that a spirit of love may impart.

If you chance to hear that veteran sob
the fate of a comrade is sealed,
an enemy soldier has finished the job,
another fierce drumbeat was stilled--
a hero is carried home on his shield
as the halls of Valhalla are filled.

Friday, July 12, 2013


Once her fuming fit was spent
she slept it off so I could bawl
then shakily I thumbed the dent
in the swirly pink Formica wall

remembering how she had aimed
that griddle at my little head
as bloodshot eyes intensely flamed,
Thank God I wasn't dead!

and I still don't know what sparked her rage
or why she took it out on me
perhaps I symbolized the cage
from which she's finally free.

Abuse aside, I'd never trade
my saga for another one
we all have grave mistakes we've made
and I am such a sorry son

I say a prayer for her at night
embraced by silence that abounds
and long for arms that held me tight
before she gave in to her wounds.

Thursday, July 11, 2013


The weaker the mettle
the quicker it bends
the blacker the kettle
the more it pretends
the lower you settle
the less your amends
the whiter the petal
the truer the friends.

Wednesday, July 10, 2013


The wind has stripped another leaf
another moment much too brief
another day, another year
that seemed to simply disappear
devoid of grief,
or wins to cheer.

The world has whirled another inch
and no one even thought to flinch
concerned instead with time to kill
it feels as though we're standing still,
another clinch
that drains our will.

The sun has burned more precious fuel
for all of us the flame is cruel
reducing everything to ash--
regardless whether bland or brash
we're doomed to duel
a constant clash.

The sea has an alluring reach
unfathomed lessons yet to teach
just listen to the salty spray,
and though your passing footprints stay
upon the beach,
they'll wash away.

Tuesday, July 09, 2013

Dress Down

When jade is the bauble preferred
it's time to check ones style
the garish arrogance you gird
will never quite beguile

perhaps a more austere approach
would better suit the scene
so put on your most modest broach
Life's not a magazine.

Monday, July 08, 2013

You Don't Say

My errors are really the idiom
an idiot idly intones
which I try to keep to a minimum
by simply expressing the knowns.

Sunday, July 07, 2013


I used to think my flinty views were just
a way of living realistically,
deflecting compassion consistently
as someone prone to adamancy must;
I prospected veins in search of gold dust
but fortune drifted (inconveniently)
beyond my grasp and eventually
another person claimed my share of lust.
But then I read of pious Pyrrha's plight
Deucalion with her by the Cephisus
beseeching Themis for another start;
by throwing Mother's Bones (to their delight)
they filled the world again with all of us
explaining this rigidity of heart.

Saturday, July 06, 2013


I boiled a bunch of rocks that looked like potatoes
but I couldn't get them to mash
so cooked some potatoes that could've been rocks
and made some fine crunchy hash.

Friday, July 05, 2013


In the brevity of twilight
embrace the chance to shine
for when the clock hits midnight
the shadows grow malign

Dawn was much too early
and noon was gone too soon
avoid becoming surly
confronted by the moon

for stars can lend a glimmer
of a path to the divine
so in the darkness shimmer
embrace your chance to shine.

Thursday, July 04, 2013


The sands are always shifting
in the Pharaoh's former land
and it's been so uplifting
to watch their dream expand

arriving at this juncture
where things could go berserk;
balloons are made to puncture
but freedom takes some work.

Happy Independence Day!

Wednesday, July 03, 2013


Are leaders born a step ahead
is that why they're in front
or is it that they've learned instead
the brawn of being blunt
perhaps they have adroitly sped
beyond the herds that hunt
for rations and a cozy bed
while others bear the brunt.

Tuesday, July 02, 2013

Mouse Droppings

The imagery that I espy
throughout the world that's flying by
is filtered through my quirky eye
and then diffused in ink

at least it used to be before
I turned into a modern boor
employing silicon to store
scenarios I think

and now these little bits of me
composed of bytes are steadily
becoming all I'll ever be
my only active link

I'll leave them on the countertop
or on the floor so you must mop
the only way I'll ever stop
is if you say they stink.

Monday, July 01, 2013


The path of mediocrity
is never very steep
so you don't have to fear a drastic fall
but you must (with alacrity)
humor every creep
that passes you en route to standing tall

ascension takes ability
augmented by desire
and courage to attempt a rocky course
or you can choose servility
to those that didn't tire
traversing ruts of impotent remorse.