Posts Tagged ‘poetry’

on my collar

November 8, 2018

i’m your basic junkyard dog
a guardian, not friend
i’m here for your protection
and trained to serve that end

i don’t play, i’m not a pet
i have no pedigree
what i do is dangerous
so stay away from me

you will hear my praises sung
my deeds, some catalogue
most of what you hear is true
i am a real ‘good dog’

but being good is not the same
as being kind or nice
you can love me all you want
but please take this advice…

those who choose to get too close
will find it a mistake
possibly, regrettably
the very last they make

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from beneath the bed…

October 29, 2018

1
you remember, don’t you?
those dark nights, long ago
when you were so little
barely able to be alone

you knew me back then
you sensed me, felt me
even if no one else believed
you could hear the noises

all that tiny scratching
right beneath the mattress
the whispers, then silence
as i listened to your prayers

what a brave young soul
to endure me to sleep
facing such uncertainty
without your nightlight

2
time and again, together
until the fear left you
until you wanted to see
to explore, to embrace

to know who, what i was
chasing me into adventure
inspired and encouraged
to let your thoughts soar

soon, a part of everyday
we would find our time
even if we had to steal it
sneaking out of classes

a wondrous imagination
discovered in those travels
seized each new challenge
growing bolder, stronger

3
it gifted you with a belief
in the magic of tomorrow
a belief you took to heart
in pursuit of all desired

it brought you happiness
a joy shared with others
with me, at least at first
but it would bring more

individual opportunities
achievement, possessions
all those people and things
that fill up a crowded life

and, somewhere, i got lost
somehow less important
than all you now hold on to
despite my once critical role

4
but i’m not sad or angry
not at all, i understand
and i remain, if unnoticed
loyal, though much ignored

you have what you want
the car, the house, the job
you don’t need my means
while the ends are secured

and i’m still comfortable
sleeping beneath the bed
though i do miss my friend
which is why i still scratch

it must have woke you
i’m so sorry, what is it?
are those tears i see?
could it be i scared you?

how the devil does halloween…

October 24, 2018

i sense the fear within your heart
and revel as it’s growing
is it just me, or could it be
you’ve realized where we’re going
 
pretty thing, it’s such a waste
to fill those eyes with tears
or squander breath on screaming
as your chosen moment nears
 
calm yourself and take my hand
it’s destiny, not choice
surrender to the darkness
the void, the way, the voice
 
no more struggles, no more pain
this is what you wanted
this is why you called me forth  
from the depths i haunted
 
ready now, your soul to bare
your body for consumption
moments from the ecstasy
promised death’s presumption…
 
wait…it is all hallow’s eve
and i, as is tradition
must provide this one reprieve 
but with a harsh condition
 
if you dare, we’ll play a game
of trick or treat instead
and for your reese’s pieces 
you can keep your weary head

 

declining your ‘friend’ request

October 20, 2018

at times, i wish i felt differently
able to understand or ignore
what appears to me so frivolous
in your manner, speech, and thought

oblivious, disinterested, disengaged
or otherwise plainly preoccupied
by petty, passionless pursuits
in lieu of the risks occasioned by desire

on its face, your smile reflects a happy logic
removed from some degree of the daily dose
inflicted on those who go ‘all in’
bearing their wit, their heart, their soul

what ignorance you must imagine in us
who expose ourselves to these elements
these all-too-consuming ambitions
capable of crushing the hardiest of spirits

fools, racing along the edge of the abyss
daring to look down despite our fears
challenging the sovereignty of fate
with full knowledge of the likely outcome

beaten, bloodied, barely able to continue
we must look a horror – on our worst days
those few when you can look comfortably at us
without wondering, questioning, or dreaming

 

 

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

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