Category: Poetry

Lined up in a row ready to swim.
Tiger’s eyes determined & grim.

They know every move; left & right.
They have worked years to keep it tight.

Formations set to bloom with flesh.
Tandem pyramids as they mesh.

Starting gun fires & all do lurch.
What’s gone wrong? All present eyes search.

Heads being scratched in heavy think.
These girls are here to swim in sync.

“There will be water”, none have thunk…
But this pool’s bare, so, none are sunk.

Gather me comrades, adventures & truth.
Misunderstood muscle & Baby Ruth.

Truffle shuffle & mom thrown from the train…
Follow dashes on a treasure map lain.

Thrills, spills & chills over death defying.
Solve clues & riddles to keep from dying.

Rattling the pipes, causing country club hell.
Never steal coinage from the wishing well.

Free One Eyed Willy & win with jewels rough.
If you are a Goony, you’re good enough.

Choosing shoes for determined feet…
To safely march in fairer streets.

Good for snow, rain, ice, sun & sleet.
Comfy, sturdy; with big heel beats.

Classic style; deceptively sweet
Steal toe with understated cleats.

Must be loud on wood & concrete.
Heels built by the inch & conceits.

Red leather to knees; pleated neat.
These are the shoes to deal with cheats.

Okay, here is where there’s some turbulence.
Upheaved; care of: Great Orange Corpulence.

Lucky, for family, in a world nonplussed…
Now, burdened by an evil omnibus.

Four pillars that fed & kept the lights on…
Two now crumbling & in just ten years gone.

What about those without fortunes of luck?
Tell the most vulnerable, “off you fuck”?

Just yesterday, they were amputating…
This isn’t a day for celebrating.

Just let the creepy slime of now pool down.
Sometimes, figuratively, one must drown.

Can’t stop the gloopy shit that evil trails.
This gum in our works & sawed-off guardrails.

Nowt to do in the path of tsunamis.
No supermen & no super-mommies.

Monster survival mode powers thru loss.
There’s no shade in the shadow of the cross.

It’s you, community, family & friends…
This canopy’s branches, altitude, lends.

Desire, greed, gimme & I want…
Base bullshit’s perpetual font.

Actually, just, in fact, no…
Judgmental drive-bys on the go.

Shock & disbelief, gasping “Why?”…
First defenses of those who lie.

Bootstraps of corruption & obscene wealth…
The desperate rich steal with stealth.

Peace, inclusion & allied good…
The brilliant parts of personhood.

Steel can burn like a match…
Pressure blown safety hatch.

Enough heat can burn all.
Tarmac, asphalt, stone wall.

Little fires everywhere.
Most set by twisted care.

Concern, rebuffed or missed.
Frustration’s grist for ‘pissed’.

Tend coals & keep them tame.
Else, all’s consumed by flame.

Long suffering women clapping…for the minimum.
The fact they get you to do it…is the trick of him.

You know, “the one”…you have been training to hunt so long?
Finally, once you find him…begins your sorrow’s song.

For, you’ll make another man…& both will hope for good.
Birthblood flows, life meets the road…have love of steel; not wood.

All will cheer you on, manically, as you parent.
Hold applause on basics…til launch becomes apparent.

If ovations were the universal basic praise…
Sadly, there’d be no more future adults left to raise.

I’m big on trying; but have I succeeded?
Well, I’ve neither redacted; or deleted.

Yes, I have couched it all in flowery words.
Fully deposed in meditations on birds.

If you have read me, you know me thru & thru.
I am all that I say & my word speaks true.

When in righteous anger, I first kick my tires.
Earnest colors even my cynic satire.

What is said & what’s not…either gives answer.
Maybe I’m a listening necromancer?

At the end, when I’m permanently seated…
Life tried & completed; Success will cede it.

I only know how to try.
That’s the truth & that’s the lie.

Can do’s good for where to start.
Finish doesn’t mean depart.

Often an end means again.
Reincarnate wunderkind.

Not rehearsed; just one practiced.
Every go, do your damnedest.

People say they’ve seen me fly.
I only know how to try.