Best Hazards Poems
her heart hangs in halves
hollowed and hinged upon hooks
his halo now horns
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hardened by hatred -
she hilts the mangled hooked husk -
the hunted now hunts -
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hymns of hope fill her
hues of horizons past heal
her nipped wings now whole
Teachers work best when in seminars
Poets read verses in smokey bars
Chefs rock with a spoon
Plumbers show their moon
But Astronomers shoot for the stars!
January 5, 2019
Expectation's misdemeanors
outflanking volition
infringed upon experience's
self-imposed options,
griping on about whirlwind's
imposing velocity to
which atmospheric pressure
has naught resolving power
whence high tide pressure rises
persuading tendencies,
universe hardly questions 'why'
to phenomenons' meddle,
psychobabble' s deliberations
deluding prospective trespasses,
conclusive interpretation hence life
is but a crapshoot game of chance
Hazards.
Like the morning dew,
In the summer time,
I hadn't the sun but life to sue,
For its forthcoming crime.
So much time without a smile,
And when comes the time to,
Another hazard, another hullabaloo,
Like losing your child smile.
Several years ago,
Your mother, a C-section to undergo,
Gave birth to an Angel,
In the month of April.
Ah! Such an amazing day it was!!!
We were Mas, Grandmas and Papas,
How long was it going to last?
I wished our joy could everlast.
Anew, a hullabaloo,
We couldn't eschew,
Your mother's last smile,
Shown how life can rile.
AMJO.
Skiing steep sloped slaloms one snowy week,
Knowing my courses from every stark peak.
In whiteouts of bitter blizzards bleak
Which lacked hazards to frighten me to freak.
Nothing was too risky to stop my streak,
Getting ski heroes poled into a creek.
I was having a hunch,
that my dog ate my lunch,
it was kinda rude,
now I have no food,
as my doggie goes munch, munch, munch.
I rush every morning holding my coffee .
I board the bus , checking my phone
I want no problems .
As mind prepares for hectic hours
some daring guy breathes on my ear,
questioning me for my IG .
beyond upset
I say : no way.
Another guy at 7’s platform wishes
the same ,
he’s fine ,
I give in .
I finish work and I feel drained
And again on the bus
Coming back home an old guy casually
gives me his number
and he says :-call me
I feel disgusted .
The next day comes.
The first guy stands in front of me
The bus is packed ,
and he tells me please give me your IG .
I feel the sin of my hypocrisy
so out of pity ,
I give in .
One minute later he is texting me
He likes my pics , he hearts my comments ,
OMG he is so extra !
I have to ghost him .
Three days have passed
He hates my guts , if looks could kill …
I would be dead tomorrow morning.
Then he gets salty
He writes I’m basic , and even chunky.
Then he posts selfies with his own shorty
That’s it !
I have to block him .
The hunky one , he booty texts me
I check my phone it’s 3:am
Asking to meet me
so we can cuddle until the sunrise.
Forgot to mention his IG contacts
are only women , with huge sweet bums
and scarce clothing .
I can’t reply I have my pride
hottie and all I have to block him.
And every day repeats same stories
of dummy guys
asking for something.
When I say no I’m nasty B,
if I say yes I’m nasty B.
Only cause
I ignore them.
As you can see I have my motives,
to my dismay this city is full of spineless men
Younger and older.
Still I have old pops phone number
I haven’t called him
Maybe I will , I’m very morbid .
Why you look at me with a snake eyed stare
The limericks is to entice laughter, I swear
Don’t take it to heart
You’ll be a miserable old fart
Warning, eating food and limericks, beware.
Lively little Linda, lost love of long ago,
Willingly wandered west with wild Wanda Wilson
Traipsing twice from Tennessee to Tyler Texas
Then to Tucumcari, Tucson, and Tonopah.
Likely larks lured to Lilly’s Lovely Ladies’ Lounge
Hardly having hazards hover their honest heads,
Both babes badly beaten on broken brothel beds
Rescued by rowdy, robust, roving Romeos.
Fleeing, flush-faced, from flashy, fickle first page fame
Heading for home, heartily hoping for healing
Daily devoted to drive Denver to Dover
Wayne waited for Wanda; Louie longed for Linda.
Passionate peaceful pals purposed no purpled past,
Welcoming Wanda and Linda to love at last.
He avoided florists,
those over-cultivated blooms
in their overheated shops
seemed to be a perversion of nature.
He shunned all those floral gangsters;
the vainglorious gladioli,
eugenically forced greenhouse geraniums
with their large Shar-Pei heads.
Garish claustrophobic hosts of peonies
pressing-in and crowding his mind
with a ballooning menace.
His stomach trembled when confronted
with petulant Pelargonium
or the silent perfumed farts of the deadly Dahlia.
Charles Darwin, thought these latter-day
angiosperms as, “an abominable mystery.”
They are life-forms born of missing links,
genetically modified to eat oxygen
out of human brains.
They are the epitome of those hard drugs
that invade our senses.
For him, the Day Lily
was a pall-bearing pale monstrosity.
Seemingly innocuous bunches of Mums
are well known to gather in smug mobs
at a time of year
when our greatest need
is for fresh air.
Passing all flower shops
he cringes away,
and will not pay a penny
for any kind of noxious poesy
or floral frippery.
a dormant serpent lies
covered up
at the foot of every bed
just the tip
of tail or tongue
exposed
& a dagger under every pillow
whether covered
in jewels or rust
every blade will cut the same
one or both
may hold the taint of poison;
choose carefully your beds
We planned for cycling in Northern Montana
Me, Marvin, Louis, and Anna
I had doubts about them, though they were healthy
For Anna could never resist a selfie
Marvin couldn't plan, Louis attracted disaster
Mainly because he always had to go faster.
Me, my only problem was I'm slightly bats
and guiding these guys was like herding cats.
We flew in with our bikes to Glacier Park
Started our day while it was still dark
Marvin wore a T-shirt, the fool didn’t care,
Sweating up the switchbacks, in the frosty air.
Then snowmelt got him soaked, and the road took a dive
Cold wind froze him; more ice than alive
Anna asked me to take a photo with a bear
I turned around, but she was no longer there.
Just a fatter grizzly, and a titanium frame
Maybe I can sell it, waste is such a shame.
Louis blasted past a "Road Closed" sign,
Rockfall twisted his bike like an old clothesline.
(Chorus)
Don’t be like us, leave the park for the bears
From my vantage point, I can say no-one cares
What starts as a dream can get very stark
And end under a tombstone mentioning Glacier Park.
Then I headed out on 'going to the sun'
the scenery was a heartache, the riding so much fun
The slope got steep, I had to zig zag wide
A fast cyclist came down; I veered off the side
I survived, don't know how or why
But my friends had joined that bike shop in the sky.
So I'll hang up my helmet, think of each friend
and how a dream of Montana drove them round their last bend.
The rain
If comes too often
Makes people sad
Besides flood and flu
Inconveniences and economics hazards
I pity the rain because it's like
The sky is crying
A lot of sorrow is ahead
The rain is busy washing away Deforested soils, human sins and Airborne virus
Don't cry baby
You make me feel so sorry and helpless
Finally the blood began to coagulate
my journey is ended I just recently thought
now the dizziness in my head seems to abate
but a broken leg may be the trial I wrought
when finding my dog was surely all I had sought
Life is uncertain when catching us unaware
Walking in darkness with only night's gentle light
if we were but wizards, we might simply prepare
for life's hazards which are beyond reach of our sight
still, I found my dog so now life looks very bright
I escalate the hazards of monotony,
By choosing to stay.
I deteriorate the soul of fraternity,
By asking a stay.
I inhale the taste like an addict,
By an approval of denial.
How hard I try to shake it away,
Yet I get drowned tremendously.
It empowers my haunts,
But denies an agreement.
Hardly I see some choice for me,
I ain’t the one required though.
The inevitability would never rise,
And so the curiosity.
I follow you in nothingness,
And demand a closure.
When I know though,
You would never be mine,
You would never be mine !!