Category: Poetry

Devouring tomes one pinch at a time.
Anything to shut out lights of lime.

By page, by chapter, by book, by author…
Vocabulary bursting its coffer.

Devices, tropes, cliffhangers & teases.
Heroes & villains; as writer pleases.

Some burn slow in our imaginations.
Minds blowing fuses at illustrations.

Climax leaving us just enough want.
Last, a smooth letdown in the denouement.

Do not say it thru a proxy.
Suck it up & use your moxie.

Do not teach any child to sneak.
Do not model a will that’s weak.

Do not neglect to tell them true.
Tell them adults have sad times too.

Don’t assume you own all our courts.
Do not compete in Love…that’s sports.

Forgive us all; rebuild our bridge?
Why not own your part…just a smidge?

“Celebratory gunfire”… something I keep hearing.
Firearms should not be combined with celebrating.

The image conjured is a slack-jawed holler dweller.
Gunshots ringing littered yards…the VP’s best seller.

Yet, this isn’t only a rural peccadillo.
Most of the world is armed…gun numbers only billow.

If you are a millionaire, strike that…only billions;
You can flee to gun control…be global civilians.

Still, this is not a cure all; for, most of man is poor.
Maybe just ignore the phrase; plug ears & hear no more?

Oncoming traffic; headlights vivid.
Barely surviving; roadways livid.

Dead of night & camouflaged blacktop.
Fluorescent stripes; reflective red stop.

Dawn leaking color; new state, new day.
Ongoing rounds; it’s a long highway.

Northbound or southbound; onward trucking.
City centers; passengers ducking.

Papers kept handy; forges & bribes.
Crossing borders for life; current vibes.

I am not the love of anyone’s life.
I have no husband & surely no wife.

I have loved with my whole heart one other.
If I was loved, it was undercover.

Sure, I have family…a special one.
They’ve folded me in to family fun.

Though, I am rarely held or seem enjoyed.
Am I just their obligations deployed?

Nothing I’ve writ, thus far, is truest fact.
Yet, it’s how it feels…effort’s free, so act.

Pundits waxing hyperbolic.
Politics are vitriolic.

Counting on a change iconic.
Separate from state moronic.

Daily stories parabolic.
Scenes of hardship diabolic.

Not the time to be prognostic.
Identify the current caustic.

So, though right now feels ironic…
Maybe space & time’s the tonic.

From the edge of waking to shallows of sleep…
Supreme, reigns the routines we keep.

We follow our habits & our traditions.
We make sense of life’s perditions.

Numbered & followed one after the other.
Thus, children come after mother.

There’s even an order to the letters used…
Languages are all about clues.

Do not run rough over the treads we must etch.
These grooves we carve into life’s stretch.

Doubt has often behind me crept.
Creeping to attacking its leapt.

Thru headwind gales I lean, each day.
Up every hill & round each way.

It’s like climbing up oily walls.
It’s like sipping from waterfalls.

Yet, my gumption is stronger still.
Nourished only by hope & will.

To my commitments, I am tied.
My final words should be “I tried”.

My mood & my heart are the color of my sleeve.
It is quite hard to hide something morning & eve.

I enter each new room with a fresh face tattoo.
The smile smeared on my face is not meant to fool you.

I enter, exist, take up space & do my best.
Though, in your funless eyes, I’m wrong even at rest.

Let’s rattle everyone & shove them together.
Hope empathy’s present inside of shared weather.

It is not a defense against how cruel you’ve been.
You won’t see your error…so, you’ll make it again.

Life’s Great Dismissal has slowly begun.
One decade juniors just assume you’re dumb.

No one’s interested in what you think.
Nobody asks how you are whilst you sink.

Yes, around now, we’ve less need to explain.
Thus, we are shocked when left out in the rain.

Why are we indignant with our ushers?
These, who will help & teach one another?

Maybe it’s impatience & rolling eyes.
We’d rather be slow than endure cracks wise.