Fervid

Adversity can often be endured
if there's the slightest chance we'll see our dreams
come true, our febrile longing finally cured
regardless how improbable it seems,
we'll take repeated blows defiantly
or scrounge for every crumb in times of need
as long as we're convinced we just may see
that wish arrive for which we kneel and plead.
There's nothing more important to our race
than finding something positive to ply
a noble cause beyond our base concerns,
like vying for a modicum of grace
(although the cosmos seldom do comply)
and still that awful fever fiercely burns.

Pagan

I've defiled the temple in ways
that would make a centurion blush
and plundered the pillars of praise
to savor a ritual rush
while setting the altars ablaze
my flippant ego flush
with pride, the greatest sin of all
and soon the structure's bound to fall.

Steep

You’re perched upon a precipice
juxtaposed by genesis
of feelings that are not as high
as where you sit and cast your eye
above your so called nemesis;

extending your extremities
in pantomimes of pleasantries
reveals much more than you may think
as well worn gears discreetly clink
ensuring your indemnities

are fully reimbursable,
your sentiment submersible
beneath the pungent oolong tea
whose steamy tendrils set you free
with calmness truly merciful.

Hanger

He fumbled and fussed
compulsively cussed
his matted down mane was mightily mussed,
he fought not to fold
or cave to the cold
that made his assistant much harder to hold
and leaned to the left
so baldly bereft
of any dexterity making him deft
that with a great wheeze
he sank to his knees
and called up a locksmith to bust out his keys.

Craps

We live in the frailest of structures
we dwell in the darkest of dens
uncertain why we’re born to suffer
allured by the lie of the lens,

the fault of our fear is a schism
dividing the heart from the soul,
expecting the next cataclysm
relinquishes needed control—

it’s all about dealing with pressure
stability comes at a price
which no one can truthfully measure
without first defying the dice.

Teaser

A single solar cycle spun
there's not much more I could've done
with different subjects every day
and new conversions won

so what is left for me to say
just what compels me to display
this wordy work that I've begun
to find out you must stay.


***Well this is officially one full year of posting without missing one day. It may not sound like much but believe me it's not so easy. But I'm determined to keep it going as long as I can so sit back and ready yourself for more metered musings on the minutiae of mediocrity - are you reading me?***

Culpable

Greed and fear is all it takes
to help you make your worst mistakes
so take the time to think things through
with drastic odds confronting you
or some of your most chronic aches
will be from unrelenting rue

love and hope are all we need
to overcome that fearful greed
before it ever can inflict
atrocities that will restrict
the duties of this dying breed
that's so damn derelict.

Recognition

I can just see it now:
I'll be a doddering old fool
confusion etched upon my brow
my chin awash in drool

throughout the meal I'll curse and cough
"This should have been pureed!"
and then I'll sit there nodding off
as charming toasts are made

they'll ask me to approach the stage
to give some prize away
while I inquire, daft with age
"So I wrote poems you say?"

Influx

The lay of the land allured my eye
where rounded bales of hay
looked much like marbles left to lie
once God grew tired of play,

then as the burning sun retired
the sky began to blush
and this reflection was inspired
in one big breathless rush.



***Thanks to Promising Poets Parking Lot for the award and I nominate Sunshine of the Moon for perfect poet. Also thanks for all your hard work promoting people like me and giving us a place to post our stuff, you guys rock!!***

Spinning

Wherever you can stretch a line
those wily weavers will design
a matrix of the finest silk
produced by craftsmen of their ilk
that sparkles like the brightest gem
in any royal diadem
when golden sunlight filters through
prismatic drops of morning dew
adorning every wispy strand
that’s interlaced across the land
comprising this careening sphere
to which we now adhere.

Driven

She did yoga so she could stay loose
for focus she practiced tai chi
she grew her own fruit to make juice
but never had time left for me

she volunteered helping the poor
while getting a master’s degree
with passion she faced every chore
except building intimacy

she’s the kind that will never be stopped
accepting new lessons with glee
but will she learn why love has flopped
or even care where I might be?

Patchouli Man

There's this guy around our little town
whose fragrance makes your nostrils clench
he drives a convertible with the top always down
guess he can't even take his own stench.

Rambling

So how did we get here today?
The artifacts don’t always say
but we dig and we scrape
in search of the ape
that forces detractors to sway.

Where are we going from here?
The target is not always clear
with too many trails
and unproven tales
we can’t decide which way to veer.

Aurorean

It's getting dimmer
and growing grimmer
the chance for sunlight slightly slimmer
because we're tilted
the leaves turn wilted
like so many fragile lovers jilted,
the stalks are stricken
they slowly sicken
from cold that makes their juices thicken
until rotation
assists creation
to begin another incarnation--
it's getting dimmer
but there's a glimmer
of burning hope we must always simmer.

Vacancy

He watched her walk away
so long ago it seems
from living here today
to wallow in her dreams

so long ago it seems
she cared, but then preferred
to wallow in her dreams
though she often reassured

she cared, but then preferred
to spend her time alone
though she often reassured
her dazed detachment shone

she spent her time alone
not living here today
her dazed detachment shone
he watched her walk away.