I simply love being me
for I am so good at everything
step into my city and they
will tell you who is King
one day when I am hungry
I will swallow everything
then and only then shall I
inherit the stuff I dream
even then I promise
not to settle for satisfaction
at any instant half a second
I could spring into full action
so go against me? please,
you do not even measure
up to half of the goodness
that I hold tight like my treasure
still spreading rumors about me
to try and destroy my life
can't believe I let myself get beat by
a stripper and my self-intended knife
try and say I'm gay
even though we both know that isn't the truth
just ask any woman I been with
if they ever needed proof
they'll say I was the cream of the crop
as they took it all night knowing
I just may never stop
I own the status of a legend
now what you got left to say
when I bring it twenty-four seven?
On Being Turtle
There are no more turtles on turtle beach
They are all dead
We can reach them by being turtle
Be hard outside
Build a shell then look inside
Push with inclinations to be soft and old
Feel sleep as only turtle’s sleep
Look nowhere else
Decline to answer any calls
Leave home and all behind
Become the turtle in his shell
Move in before the tide goes out
7/22/14 Contest entry - Free Verse Turtle contest
I was going on a vacation with my family one day,
We thought we would head down Louisiana way.
It was great being with my wife and daughter,
Until I saw a black bird coming out of the water.
It struggled to get to the beach we were on,
When we looked again, it seemed to be gone.
But it was there, floundering on the beach,
Along with the fish, shrimp, and other birds just out of reach.
All of them were strewn on the beach so far,
Each was deathly sick, and blackened like tar.
The sand which I knew should have been pristine,
But the vision we saw was a totally different thing.
The waves that approached were black with goo,
Carrying more dead and dying creatures too.
"Can't we help them, Daddy?", my little girl said,
"Not now, dear, as most of them will be dead"!
"But why are they dying?", she said to me,
How could I explain about the oil from BP?
"There was an accident from an oil company's rig", said I,
My little girl looked at the animals and began to cry.
I tried to explain that man uses so much oil,
He has to drill in the earth, sometimes in underwater soil.
"Well then we need to stop it if the animals die!"
"I know", I said, "We just haven't tried".
"I will try harder to not use oil", she said,
"Especially if so many pretty creatures will end up dead!"
I held her close and wiped her tears,
Knowing full well that she was wise beyond her years.
"I'll try too", I said to her,
Not wanting to see this again occur.
So I've made a pact with myself to be,
Less OIL dependent so that others may see.
If I have to walk a little more than so be it,
It's better than having to watch the death of an Egret.
Pehaps we could all take a stance,
And with Big Oil, not take the chance.
For anytime man's greedy hand gets into the mix,
Then the environment is always in for a fix.
But we can change, adapt, and try to help out,
By being less dependent of Big Oil's clout.
We had to come home early because of the spill,
Like most people, we tasted that bitter pill.
So now on a crusade with my daughter I will go,
Trying hard to advise others and put them in the know.
Especially of what I have seen thru my little girl's eyes,
Those sickening deaths under clear blue skies.
I will do my best to get others to stop in their oily run,
Not only from BP, but Shell, Citgo, Marathon, and Exxon!