Posts Tagged ‘poetry’

the cat in the hat takes a bat

September 29, 2017

i did not need your grief today
i do not need it any day
i wanted you to go away
and leave me here in peace

yet you remained, despite my plea
continuing to torture me
too ignorant or lost to see
my seething rage increase

you stupid, worthless, soulless thing
satan breeds less suffering
than your incessant yammering
still nothing made you cease

so this is what you made me do
it wasn’t what i wanted to
but warranted to silence you
as i advised police

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vision

August 20, 2017

life is a question of vision
the answer is one of degree
some perceive twenty-twenty
is as clear as our sight can be
but eyes, they have limitations
from which the mind breaks free
so it’s less of what you look at
and more what you choose to see

 

sally the serf

August 8, 2017

sally the serf says
the kingdom’s gone mad
the lords are all crazy
the kings are all bad

sally the serf says
the hordes at the gate
can still be held back
but not if we wait

sally the serf says
we need to be fair
be decent, be kind
and show that we care

so sally the serf
she’s formed a commission
to study what’s wrong
and take a position

sally the serf says
we might need a rule
one tougher on nobles
who act harsh or cruel

but sally, oh, sally
what noble will pass
an act to police
its own ruling class?

perhaps, my dear sally
the answer instead
lies in the wisdom
of what you first said

sally, so decent
if you are just you
perhaps some will learn
to do as you do

and sally, if not
don’t worry at all
for when the hordes come
the nobles will fall

rebecca

July 26, 2017

she probably thinks we’ve done more for her
than she could possibly have done for us
she’s like that; so focused on work and others
completely unaware of her own presence

a once naïve girl, still full of faith and awe
she talks tougher now, but her heart is the same
and she thanks us for making her a better lawyer
when, in truth, it is she who made us better

better for the full account of her contribution
a contribution far beyond her role as talented colleague
beyond her long hours, her willing assistance
or the smiles and laughter that accompanied them

for in learning her craft, she was nearly exuberant
wide-eyed, full of enthusiasm for new challenges
she was overwhelmed by a sense of pride in our work
as well as the best she saw in each of us

her mood, her attitude, so absolutely infectious
it lifted us, almost if by accident, to our best selves
inspiring us to pursue the lofty goals we once had
as if all we wanted was to be how she envisioned us

her counsel, a mixture of humor and invention
could challenge our constitutional conscience
as easily as it could leave us in fits of hysteria
(but each in accord with its need at the time)

having gone as far as she can with us, she leaves
a bright light drawn to a promising future
and though we can say we helped fuel that light
in the end, it has forever altered our vision

full conviction

June 20, 2017

his is a prosecutor, the people’s lawyer
though finished with the last of his litigation
and prepared to begin a new role as judge
he leaves us no less, as we can gain no more

his voice will likely remain in these halls
cracking sharp, like the whip has been
carrying the bark of a front line soldier
as he rallied those needed to his cause

you can cue him to the star spangled banner
and he will keep in time as well as sentiment
not a word or note will feel out of place
each having been composed of full conviction

for his is that rare and unwavering belief
uncommon but simple: there is a “right”
and people of good conscience stand to it
whatever the cause, whatever the hardship

here, has been the good and willing soldier
though his salute, at times, was lacking
and he rolled his eyes at an order or two
he was first, he was always, a warrior

no battle, no foe, no odds were too great
whomever be the victim of injustice
whenever, wherever, such evil was at work
he rose, without hesitation, to meet it

often overworked, underappreciated
left to the impossible, he’d draw strength
thinking of his ‘why’, his home, his family
of fantasy drafts and children’s dance recitals

those who thought him stern or harsh
they never saw that, nor would he let them
no one needed to know why he fought
what, to him, meant more than all he had

they didn’t know, this man who sought death
saw life as the most precious of all gifts
and saw those who unjustly injured or took it
as deserving a full measure of the law’s wrath

now, his talents recognized, he moves on
his experience, its wisdom, put to fresh use
while we, as his colleagues, will miss much
the community gains, as he takes his new oath

for my friend, the Honorable Thomas Coleman

nothing’s lost

June 15, 2017

nothing worth keeping
is ever possessed
what’s offered for ‘ever’
is borrowed at best

like life, it exists
for a moment to share
then it leaves, as it must
whether proper or fair

so there’s nothing to take
and there’s nothing that’s lost
though the soul senses grief
and the heart bears its cost

each passes to wisdom
the next lesson learned
in which a best self
is revealed as its earned

what’s left of what’s gone
as we learn, as we grow
is the best of what was
among all we’ve seen go

uninvited

June 6, 2017

what’s this spider on my wall?
is it dangerous at all?
do i kill it? let it be?
is the choice what’s best for me?
better safe than sorry, right?
and if one comes tomorrow night?

unimagined

April 10, 2017

my eyes, though they chose not to see
my voice, though it chose not to speak
my heart, whose call, so long ignored
had grown so distant, worn, and weak

would each, whatever be their fate
have all my hesitations closed
if only what you now reveal
my thoughts could even have supposed

but as it is, you’re first to see
and first to speak, instead of me
the one to ask both if and why
what none should doubt or now deny

my love, those words i left unsaid
the ones you speak, the way you feel
the passions, hopes, and dreams you’ve shared
are part of me and no less real

what seemed a fantasy, instead
from all life’s crucible had wrought
was you, possessed of all you are
would give me more than passing thought

he was a bear

March 30, 2017

fuzzy wuzzy was a bear
lost a bet and shaved his hair
six months later, still left bare
he went out for clothes to wear

fuzzy wuzzy found a store
filled with furs like he once wore
hats, and belts, and so much more
just the place he need explore

fuzzy wuzzy walked in nice
seeking nothing but advice
help with style, size, and price
would, in fuzzy’s mind, suffice

fuzzy wuzzy was struck numb
when a clerk, confused and dumb
asked the bear if he knew some
of the place where furs come from

fuzzy wuzzy, had not had
but he learned, and then got mad
what the bear did next was bad
leaving many clerks quite sad

fuzzy wuzzy was a bear
even if he had no hair
guess the clerk just didn’t care
till ol’ fuzzy made him fare

understanding dinosaurs

March 22, 2017

we dinosaurs are big
our steps lumber
and our voices boom

but we’re not really mean
just difficult
or often confused

we try to talk, to tweet
text emojis
and pix on snapchat

but we’re not very good
our eyes are old
and our fingers, slow

still, we remember things
like privacy
civil rights, world wars

and standing up to fear
ours and others
for shared principles

able, still, to give our lives
(or what’s left of them)
for these gifts you enjoy

so, be patient with us
some use remains
as dangers likewise

we’ll be fossils soon enough
a resource, one last time
in, and as long, as our wisdom