On It

The birds come and go
How do I know?
Tracks in the snow

A trident design
In a wandering line
Means they came to dine

On what can be found
On the white mound
On top of the ground.

Just a Sec

The time traveler was an impatient guy
He said “I don’t have all day (or do I?)”
Complexities like these defy
The logic of a layman such as I.

Convolution

Some things just aren’t meant to be
You say you disagree?
Be careless with your love, you’ll see

Even the most serene
Can suddenly find their numb routine
Upended as stray thoughts careen

Around inside their skull
And suddenly life isn’t dull
There’s a myriad of moves to mull

But there will always be
Frustration to some degree
Be careless with your love, you’ll see.

Fight of the Century

I feel I have to shout
To energize the drab
The ones with all the clout
Intend to lose the flab
Get ready for a bout
That’s bound to leave a scab
Before they knock you out
They stun you with the JAB.

Splat

Unhealthy dynamics
Like highly frayed hammocks
Are not where the prudent should lay

It won’t be supportive
And settling for sort of
Will get you dropped in the worst way.

Downer

He left the party early
And nobody missed him at all
Recalcitrant and surly
Might as well talk to a wall

His constant bitter brooding
Ensured he would never be asked
Elitists are fond of excluding
Those who refuse to be masked

A doctor (quite somber and burly)
Informed him that soon he would fall
He left the party early
And nobody missed him at all.

Desist

Staring at the red octagon with a white outline
Humbly asking almighty God for some kind of sign
After studying the characters I shook my head and sighed
There is no force anywhere more destructive than pride.

Mired

There seems to be two ways
That my life goes these days
Either I don’t try when I should
Or I do for no damn good
Momentum shifts so much
That I no longer clutch
The dash to help me brace
For I am stuck in place.

Drafted

I couldn’t believe how much they’ve grown
When I watched their hoops today
And smiled remembering all my own
Games I used to love to play

And I thought about one special friend
From long ago that passed last year
He was on my team from start to end
Rest well old chum, you made top tier.

Costly

Those days of freedom sure were nice
But now you have to pay the price
And you’re a little miffed because
What has become is not what was.

Parish

The goads of good and evil that you hear
Can lead you to redemption or despair
Unless you simply choose to disappear
And shun the burden you were born to bear

Follow me and you can do what you desire
A sultry whisper burns inside your brain
Destroying all reluctance with an unrelenting fire
That sends a chill through every single vein.

Fear not precious one and always trust in me
Reverberates deep within your soul
If only you had listened way back then you wouldn’t be
Calculating your impending toll.

Getting Warmer

With January winding down
It seems we’re February bound
But then we March right into spring
And all the warmth that it can bring

So hunker down and calmly wait
As climes will surely fluctuate
When planet earth begins to lean
Towards illumination (know what I mean?)

Wellness

When you finally accept that death’s legit
You can sit and fret or say The hell with it!
Since any day could be your last
Forego regretting a wasted past
Live with wisdom and with wit.

Getting Ugly

She found herself fetching
Despite all the retching
That happened whenever she passed
She looked a bit dumpy
Her trunk rather lumpy
From all of the junk she’d amassed

She tried to be flirty
But her hair was so dirty
That lice wouldn’t even come near
Her goal? To get lucky
Though things got more sucky
Year after miserable year.

Accumulation

I wander through the snow
Uncertain where to go
She just kept screaming “I KNOW!”

How did she figure it out?
I learned to hide my pout
But some things you don’t have to shout

I’m sorry that I strayed
If only she had made
Attempts to show affection I’d have stayed

It’s hard to live a lie
And once the butterflies die
Frustration starts to pile high

Into drifts that grow
I wander through the snow
Uncertain where to go.