Almost

New year
Same old temptations
One beer
Absolves reservations
So near
The best of situations:
No fear
Or expectations.

Pro-Vanity

When rinsing out the color just applied
I laugh about the depth of human pride
Disguising what took decades to accrue
In hopes that someone says, “Well look at you!”

Bridge

It takes you to another place
A long forgotten time
To get you past the droning signature lag
An interval of lilting grace
Beyond the grief and grime
A shortcut to escape the latest snag

Conveying sentimental souls
Through dark uneven ways
A portal to that lost idyllic Then
You touch the radio controls
Remembering that blaze
The span you wish you could traverse again.

Wild

A peacock is a flamboyant flamingo
Or so I heard somebody say
And my dog most resembles a dingo
When he eyes me in that hungry way.

Undeterred

As the new year began
He pondered his course
A reticent man
Well versed in remorse
But never a plan

For such involved trust
To help counteract
The setbacks that must
Perplex such a pact
And his faith was just

So-so as of late
Existence had been
Much harder to date
Than way back when
But hope was innate

And as the sun rose
He shielded his eyes
And said, “Who knows
if it’s foolish or wise?
We'll see how it goes.”

Nascence

Days are short
Time is too
Of great import?
To start anew

For every dawn
Is such a gift
Before we’re drawn
Across the rift.

Chill

Is global warming such a bad thing;
To go outside and not feel the sting
Of air that takes your breath away?
Well I, for one, hope it’s here to stay
And no new tax will ever bring
Relief, so knock it off, today!

Preoccupied

I’ve stuttered the insane
And muttered the profane
And uttered words without a clue
That caused another pain

I’ve sputtered in the mire
And shuttered up desire
And buttered bread for people who
Would rather I retire

I've cluttered my own mind
And fluttered for a dime
And puttered (quite distracted) through
My time in search of rhyme.

Veto

Those who contribute the least
Get the most
Those who worship the beast
Curse the ghost
Those who coddle the weak
Are replaced
Those who manage the meek
Lie straight faced
We who relish the facts
Must reject
The vile and traitorous acts
Of the elect.

Cut Down to Size

I sliced my knuckle
Trimming some pork
And had to chuckle
I’m such a dork

And I won’t grumble
If I do it once more
But humbly mumble
That’s what glasses are for.

Perishable

Once you try spice
You may understand
A mild life is nice
But ultimately bland—

Proceed to drink wine
Till it runs down your chin
You start feeling fine
With the excess of sin—

Begin to inhale
Black smoke from the fire
That torches the frail
You just might expire.

Metanoia

The Spirit makes us whole
But still we repudiate
The essence of our soul
In order to invalidate
What we see as control
Not a Father’s love so great
He’s focused on one goal:
Children who proliferate.


Merry Christmas to all who observe, and to those who don’t, may peace be with you ❤️.

Cultivate

Yelling into an empty room?
Stop with all the gloom and doom
And soon you’ll smell the sweet perfume
Of hope as it begins to bloom

On stalks the sun will help to grow
That push their way up through the snow
And soon (perhaps) some ears will show
It all depends on what you sow.

Poet Enough

 

Prospecting? Don’t forget your pick:

You chose to look for treasure in your life,

Focusing on dreariness will only make you sick

Always seek the priceless midst the strife,

And once bedazzled by that gleam

Things are seldom as bad as they seem.

 

Silent Nights

The shrew has hushed its shameful shriek
Once the axe refused to ring
In the forest there is peace for the meek
As long as they don’t ever sing.