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Poems

Something Amiss

 

Kiss Kiss

Amiss

Amiss

A miss

 

I’ve received

Perceived

Conceived

Relieved

 

Kiss Kiss

Nothing amiss

Nothing perceived

Relieved

Play Time Is Forever

 

I want to play

Today

 

I will have fun

Watching rising sun

 

I leap from roof to roof

Falling to the ground

 

Skinning my knees

Dirtying them

 

As my hands

And Close

 

By me

I see

 

(T)rouble

Its fun

 

To poke

And Grab

 

And throe

And find

 

A miniature pagoda

Covered in mud

 

A house

Filled with flood

 

A bone to picks

Im barely sicks

 

My friends are gone

I dont know where

 

Mom is sleeping

I go creeping

 

The rising sun

Is having fun

 

 

 

 

Believe

 

You ask me what is said

In a language some dread

What do they want?

Is your hidden taunt

 

I tell you what I have read

Of translations that are said

You tell me you don’t believe

All the information you receive

 

My mind thinks of the sky

Soaring with those that die

Searing in the fuel

And I think you a fool

 

As you metaphorically say

You aren’t sure it is those that prey

Are worse than those you see below

In the area that is a ghetto

 

Where the cops in the street

Choose your brothers to beat

And your sisters to jail

Under falsely set bail

 

You want me to fall

Upon your brick wall

And say they ain’t bad

That it is my mind that has been had

 

Now you are mad

When I talk to you bad

You think your argument is complete

Dialogue is a two way street

 

The Mirage

 

I went to the lake

For the sun blazed hot

I went there to slake

My body in wet spot

 

I need watery drink

Clouds starting to pass

How long I now blink

And adjust eyeglass

 

A mirage I see

Damn my bleary eyes

The wind blows breezy

Two lakes I surmise

 

Heat flames my skin red

Freezing my hot body

I’ll make no beachhead

I drink more toddy

 

 

The Cone of Silence

 

A wake in

Remembering

The Cone of Silence

 

I want to touch you

Only in my dreams

You will melt in my touch

 

I cannot see

The cone of silence

I see all around us

 

Xerxes had 300 men

The Emperor

One Sixth as many

 

I will die

At Thermopylae

Just the same

 

Tears cool

The glowing rods

In my eye

 

I do not fear death

I fear

I will never see you again

 

 

Charted Planes For One And Not The Other

 

In just a few pages

A trillion in wages

Deigned Capital sages

Destined for Gold cages

Managed by Hank’s mages

 

Thirty times is the less

To save jobs in US

Manufacture Prowess

Is met with Great Distress

Hypocrisies caress

 

When people polls said no

To Paulson’s Wall Street show

We were told it must go

By all those in the know

Or the world it will blow

 

When some polls disagree

For auto industry

At one thirtieth fee

Knower’s scream out “ You See!

It’s A bad plan for Thee!”

 

Politicians all jet

As do the Wall Street set

They Spill billions to let

Their executives get

Chartered planes with no fret

 

Is this a Double Standard that we face?

Tax dollars it pays from friends in high place

 

 

 

Baron Munchausen

 

What Has become of The Baron?

 

Baron Munchauesen

He

Never visited

Tripoli

 

What Has become of The Baron?

 

The Baron it seems

He

Conference inside

The Beltway

 

What Has become of The Baron?

 

The topic Baron

He

Is in bullying in

DC

 

What Will become of The Rebels?

 

The Right Ordinary Horatio Jackson

She

Speaks to the Anti Merrill Lynch at

UN

 

What Will become of The Rebels?

 

Horatio Jackson

She

Says we have virgins for thee in

Ajdabiyah

 

What Will become of The Rebels?

 

Horatio Jackson

She

Says this proves the need to fund diplomacy in

DC

 

What Will become of The Baron?

 

Baron Munchauesen

He

Says Open the Air Force Gate in

The Strait

 

What Will become of The Baron?

 

Horatio Jackson

She

Says Learn how to deal with bullies in

DC

 

What Will become of The Baron?

 

Baron Munchauesen

He

Dies on his way to

Liberty

 

Balance

 

I got an American

Express

Green Card

Today

 

There is a balance

I shall not pay

 

More than the minimum

Due

Its OK

For those before me

Did not pay

 

I charge away

On wedding bands and hay

My freedom shall be

Trade for union matrimony

 

I strike a balance

I shall not pay

 

More than the minimum

Pay

Its OK

For those before me

Did not pay

 

I got a World

Charge

Card

Today

 

There is no balance

Us shall pay

 

Less than the minimum

Due

Its OK

For those before me

Overpaid

 

 

Just a Matter of Coarse

 

In Public

A Horse

Is Just a Horse

Of Course

The Discourse

On the Horse

Is Public

Intercourse

 

I’m just a gift-horse

To look her in her mouths

It’s my magnetic force

My gravitational force

There’s no police force

No Royal Air Force

To interrupt my tour de force

 

In Public

A voice Hoarse

Is Just a Hoarse

Of Course

The Discourse

On the Hoarse

Is Public

Intercourse

Over the corse

From the horse

 

 

 

ORIGINAL SIN

 

The donkey rebirthed fraternal twin

Which is one with original sin

 

The he is blustery loud and mean

His push for personal gain is scene

Through due process media machine

Governs conviction for love of green

 

Award of the seat is her new aim

Where taps don’t exist she uses fame

Spreading wealth and power from her name

Buying upper house life is her game

 

Running an auction we do defame

Isn’t buying the seat just the same?

Soap Bubble

 

A Soap Bubble Is Cursed

To a Destiny Blown

Molecules Redisbursed

By the Chaos Pre Sown

 

Dot Bubble Twas not First

Com Port of Recent Time

Oil Bubble Slaked no Thirst

For Futures Future Crime

 

Coincidentally

There was the Apogee

Bubble Property Free

Sold as security

 

New Soap Blown Today

We can afford to pay

Tomorrow so they say

The American Way

 

Slick Red Covered Bubble

The Biggest Soap yet Blown

Portends the Trouble

POP! No longer A Loan

 

 

Solar flares

 

 

Solar flares erupt from the sun

They rocket through space

Their magnetism stops time for a moment

As the earth is showered with the sun’s rays

 

The Mantel Clock

The Mantel Clock

Still Operates

Face and Hands Rock

Never Abates

 

Perpetual

Is The Winding

Unusual

Never No Minding

 

Clock Maker Waits

For Time To Stop

Motion Creates

Cause of Bishop

 

Time Goes Around

Face That Is Blank

Emotion Not Found

Machines Don’t Thank

 

Time Will Not Tarry

Break Down to Come

Owners Carry

Life Burdensome

 

Timepiece Created

Cannot Tell Time

No Life Mated

Time Is The Crime

 

The Southern Pond

 

The Southern Pond

Sand Hue Blond

Once It Was Red

Fantasy Bled

 

Delilah Named

A Lake So Famed

For Cleanliness

Lovely Caress

 

Visitors Roam

Beaches Do Comb

Tangle And Muss

Accenting Fuss

 

While Scissor Kick

Never A Prick

Of Human Harm

Just Twangy Charm

 

Tree And Flower

Regain Power

Delilah Slice

Trim Line Real Nice

 

From Razor’s Edge

Neatened The Sedge

Extreme The Pay

Groomed This Way

 

Night Passes By

When Sun Does Fly

Far Far Away

Return When May

 

Sun Receives Rays

Infrequent Days

Sent to Beyond

From Southern Pond

 

 

Tree Hugging

 

People must hug trees

Those who don’t

Have a disease

No matter how cold they are

 

People must not burn coal

Those who do

Suffer black lungs as a toll

No matter how warm they become

 

People must not hear the wind

Those who do

Damage ears and eyes for chagrined

No matter how calm they are

 

People must not pass gas

Those who don’t

Explode from Intestinal mass

No matter how clean they are

 

People must not exude oils

Those who do

Are covered in boils

No matter how far they travel

 

People must worship the sun

Those who do

Have skin cancer when done

No matter the dark still comes

 

People must not use the atom

Those who do

Explode lamella stratum

No matter the size of their rod

 

People must live in caves

Those who do

Are already in their graves

For matter they don’t want to hug trees

 

 


(First pass draft 4-24-2011)

Easter Arrangement

I won’t utter a Word
Of judgment
About the Easter flowers arrangement
Before the altar
I’ll just look at them

The hydrangeas are smaller than the rest
Of the flowers
They are so proper with their pink blooms
Showing their inner
Sense of naivety

Above them stand
Red and white carnations
Framed by ferns

The white carnations stand jealous
Of the red carnations
Pink promenade

Gold ribbons
Tie the arrangements
Together

Sunflowers stand off to the side
Of the tabernacle
They are tall
With big faces
No wonder they are not
Tied at the altar

Crowning the holy dais
The lilies
Like god
They are white
Pure
In full bloom

But! Oh!!!

The bluebells
In low shaped vases
Displaying long stems
Father shall burn them

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Tug Boats


The SS Michael and
The SS Phyllis together
Tug
Boats to dock
But never from their harbor

At sunrise
Leaking oil
They slowly chug
Puffing steam
They sail to sea
What is in their bay

Flotsam and jetsam and spadesam
Are seen and picked over
There is no need to put out
Diving for sunken treasure
The naval museum is already filled
With the issues of years

Slowly the circle the boats
Reading the writing on the
Spine of the vessels
Discerningly reading
The passenger lists

The line is cast to the SS CH
“Is Skink aboard?”
They ask Captain
As they tie the
One liner fast

“Not this trip
Maybe next voyage”

Not still
They tug
Speedily through stormy weather
Rough seas
Star Island
Looking for uncharted waters
Of Florida

With port in hand
And mind
They dock their cargo
Until riding the seas again

 

 

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