bad, bad judge

October 11, 2018

i don’t like you
no, i don’t
and tomorrow
i still won’t

you’re not nice
or even fair
it’s as if
you just don’t care

every thought
of you is sad
your decisions
are that bad

and you’ve made it
very clear
we’ll get nothing
while you’re here

and we’ll like it
so you say
while you take
our rights away

damn the victims
and the state
lady justice
can just wait

all that matters
is the view
you desire
to be true

you select it
and won’t budge
making you
a bad, bad judge

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speechless

September 27, 2018

i don’t know how to say it
i doubt i ever will
yet i sense this silence
holds something sweeter still

a moment more and passion
will overtake us both
embracing to a kiss
perhaps, one day, an oath

but nothing, more or less
is likely to compare
to all i now perceive
as this instant makes aware

if poetry possesses
the words my soul would don
i could not speak them anyway
for all my breath is gone

true beauty

September 25, 2018

simple, pretty, ageless grace
lines the heart, the soul, retrace
coloring in love’s first hue
images and thoughts of you

innocence, revealed in blush
something of a schoolboy crush
childish, yet full of fire
wanton, but still pure, desire

stirred by more than i’d perceived
or understood, or once believed
have i now such strong emotion
as creates this new devotion

Keats was right, despite his youth
truth is beauty, beauty truth
and all i need to know, i do
to declare these feelings true

the five second rule

September 11, 2018

there’s nothing good about it
this thing we bite or lick
we’re likely to regret it
we’ll probably get sick

but most of us still do it
we always have, and will
there’s something in our nature
which finds this thing a thrill

for in the act of falling
it’s made us want it more
as if we need to have it
because it’s on the floor

strangely, this same logic
explains a lot we do
like why you’re with that moron
and what i see in you

by way of explanation…

September 4, 2018

some are playing checkers
some are playing chess
some are thinking deeply
others merely guess

some can tell the difference
others never know
which is why you’re fired
and we’re asking you to go

the trouble with some models

August 27, 2018

she’s a stunning sporty model
with a beauty unsurpassed
and an engine that’s as gorgeous
as its size and shape are fast

she’s the envy of collectors
she’s the apple of my eye
but she isn’t worth the money
i would have to spend to buy

while her price tag isn’t crazy
and insurance can be bought
such high maintenance would kill me
it’s more money than i’ve got

she’d require constant service
to continue at her best
and ignoring any detail
would just hinder all the rest

so she’s not the type to count on
for most everyday events
or a proper long-term purchase
for a man with common sense

still there’s something so alluring
in the thought of that one drive
in the thrill of her, full throttle
with an open road to thrive

but, alas, these roads she travels
have their limits and their rules
each restricting exploration
of what serves as her crown jewels

and considering my options
only one appears as right
since she’s perfect for the moment
i’ll just lease her for tonight

cheating chronos

August 13, 2018

We all get hurt.  We all get angry.  We all get frightened.
At times, all we want to do is a little ‘primal scream’.
Many times, we don’t even mean what we say; we just need to say it.
Poetry is a great medium for such expression.

Years ago, I wrote as if I were a suicidal man in a debate with God.
That poem is found here:
https://theharmonyofrhythm.wordpress.com/2009/01/15/lost/
The poem was well received – but some took it too literally.
As I said, it was just my form of ‘primal scream’.

In deciding to publish this latest verse, I thought I’d be a bit more careful.
So, I created a separate page for my darker thoughts to warn the reader.

Remember, it’s just a poem.
https://theharmonyofrhythm.wordpress.com/darker-thoughts/

why, you ask…

July 27, 2018

at some point, the question
becomes far more important
than the answer received
or the events which follow

there are some things we must ask
inquiries which must be made
or our failure to do so
will linger, even haunt us

we recognize the moment
though we might deny it
though our thoughts might insist
there is nothing to be gained

the heart still begs otherwise
stirring the soul to seek
to stretch its legs, embrace risk
and fuel its strength of character

a reply to such questions
whether joyful, frustrating
disappointing or misleading
is, nonetheless, the answer

for the will of another
be it thoughtful or frivolous
is no part of who we are
in having chosen to speak

the choice is but a nod to fate
acknowledging long tomorrows
at a bar, a beach, or the end
at peace with our pursuits

we might be alone, just then
when we recall the question
or not, for much is unknown
which is why we bother to ask…

time muses (revised)

July 19, 2018

time is not our friend, she said
he never seems to care
never lifts the fear or dread
of his not being there

she would lecture him each night
tell him to be kinder
hiding in her bed alone
so he could safely find her

when her clock had run, he sighed
for all that he had lost
all he could have seen through eyes
that saw his role star-crossed

in mortality, he thought
his point’s too often missed
even seconds last too long
if used to just exist

pretty kitty puffy tail

July 17, 2018

pretty kitty puffy tail
used to chase the fishes
spawning in the bathroom stalls
after smoking wishes

an idle curiosity
chemically enhanced
celebrated, gratified
left her soul entranced

admiring advances
worn in favorite fashion
draped across the catwalks
as they moved her to the passion

kitty kept a private purr
silent to desire
clawing, scratching, constantly
as if consumed by fire

all that’s left of kitty now
litters sad confessions
seeking dispensation
for abusing her obsessions