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Category Archives: Poetry
Monsters and Machines
It’s a curious thing.
What makes a man begin to hate everyone,
And everything?
Is it an insurmountable sadness,
That drives him to madness,
That makes him not a man,
But a monster filled with rage?
Or rather a machine,
With no empathy or anything,
That makes one a human being.
Was he really a monster?
Was he really a machine?
Did he really hate those people?
How could he go through it?
Was it God that made him do it?
We can really only speculate.
What filled him with so much hate.
So much hatred.
So much death.
So many people willing,
To be the monsters and machines,
To do the hurting and the killing.
Dry Spell
When those creative juices,
Do not flow very well.
And inspiration, it reduces,
And you have nothing to tell.
There are no new rhymes for you to make.
And no new metaphors to bake,
Into a nice poetic cake,
Served at a picnic by a lake.
Alas..
There is no picnic.
There’s no cake.
No trees, no water.
There’s no lake.
And the inside of your head,
Is more dry than a dry lake bed.
You’re stuck inside a barren hell,
When you’re going through a long dry spell.
Silly Manifesto!
SILLY MANIFESTO
We need a silly manifesto!
In order to bring out our besto!
The world seems a mean and ugly place,
Then along comes Boaty McBoatface!
People cheered, a collective yay!
We need some laughs in the world today!
The public voted, but ho ho ho,
Now they’re trying to say no no no,
Why is that the powers that be,
Can’t see we just need some levity?
They hold all the cards, true pirate style,
Can we not at least chuckle and smile?
I declare that right here, and right now,
We spread silly everywhere somehow!
For instance, we’ll take the IMF,
And call them the Funny Money Ref!
The UN Security Council,
Herein known as “Results Are Doubtful”!
The Panama Papers now are known,
As Treasure Maps To Where Tax Money’s Blown!
Let’s take anything that’s serious,
And name it something that’s fun for us,
Come on now, set your brains to action,
Let’s get some giggly satisfaction!
Everybody Has To Pee, Sometime
(to the tune of Everbody Loves Somebody, Sometime. Sing it Dino!)
Everbody needs to pee,
Sometime,
No one’s in a place to disagree,
Be it him, her, you or me,
We all need a place to pee,
That’s not dependent on gender,
Or sexuality,
If you can’t see we all need to pee,
Sometime,
Then you are simply not a friend of mine,
Although it may sound trite,
Passing water is a right,
There’s no moral ground for you to take,
Not this time,
Because everybody’s got to pee,
Sometime.
No! A fence? But…
Seriously, man, what’s with the fence?
Is your paranoia so intense,
You actually thought we were watching you?
Does that seem like something we would do?
Whatever you’re doing, we do not care.
Having cocaine sex parties over there?
Walking around in just your underwear?
Walk around naked while you’re at it,
Because we simply do not give a shit.
We’re just sitting here minding our own.
Not thinking of you. No interest shown.
Never talking to you, except saying, “Hi!”
And then you freak out and wonder why,
We actually said hello to you.
That’s simply what nice people do.
But you didn’t like it, not at all.
So much so, you built a wall,
To keep you safe from all the spies.
And from all those other prying eyes.
A BIG WALL to keep out Peeping Toms,
About as subtle as an atomic bomb.
A expensive stupid social blunder.
But now we cannot help but wonder.
Just what is it that you’re trying to hide?
What’s really going on inside?
We didn’t care at all before,
You built that wall.
Now we want to know more.
Sarah Slam
There goes Sarah Palin,
Railin’ against country and king.
Rocking that beat poetry thing.
Has she ever endeavored poetry?
Because never so clever was she.
Taking the time to toe to line and find a rhyme.
She’s got the drive to stay alive and to thrive you know.
At least she said so.
Just like a feral Lewis Carroll,
She’s using words you’ve never heard.
Words like, “skwirmish” and “refudiate.”
To elucidate or make it clear,
She said she’s a no-fear Shakespeare.
She was a bad politician, that failin’ Palin.
Should have made poetry her mission.
World Poetry Day
World Poetry Day
It is, I can imagine,
No coincidence,
In fact, makes complete sense,
That World Poetry Day falls,
By the vernal equinox,
When the heart, the earth,
Talks of rebirth,
When the joy and pain,
Of growth and loss,
Remain uppermost,
Unconstrained,
In our common consciousness
and purpose,
When through desire,
And need,
We analyze and plant the seed,
For new directions,
New directions
informed by reflections,
Of seasons past,
Each in our own
separate way,
Here at the equinox,
World Poetry Day.
As I Hear Her Breath
(I write this now.
In real time,
As the night falls,
And I sit on the couch,
In the darkness,
And she sleeps to the sound of the falling rain…….)
Her breathe heard through rainfall
Whilst I sit in darkness
Back to the wall
Pondering my existence
My story
The glory
Of how we fit together
Despite or because of
The weather
Of our lives
How we’ve both strived
Surviving different days
With the same theme
Authored in different ways
When late at night we sit
Each wondering where we fit
Wondering is it them or is it us
And just why do we fuss
With all these recollections
All these reflections
On who we are
Who we used to be
How to understand
How to break free
Is it the key
To the darkness
When I feel it all
As I hear her breath
At night
Through the rainfall.
Self Medication
I live “in the moment”,
Sometimes near joy,
But often in torment,
An emotional decoy,
Never knowing,
How I’ll feel next,
Minute to minute,
I can rise, I can fall,
Which is why I’m drawn,
To drugs and alcohol,
Despite their downside,
How bad they can be,
My own emotions quake,
With unpredictability,
I know with drugs and alcohol,
Just where they will take me.
Random Misanthrope 