Brawling Poems

Small Towns Between

The town fathers
are long neglected by scavenging vultures,
locked up as they are,
in the wood cabin, we call the town museum.

Inside the shack, there are old tintypes, sepia
photographs and the usual rural relics.
Outside, a small patch of lawn
divides the past from a main road,
one that bridges our hamlet
between two swelling and brawling cities.

Those cities also have their metropolitan relics,
grand achievements forever displayed
for groups of bored schoolchildren.
Outside, vultures are shood away
by men in HazMat suits.

Our community fathers are black-suited
grim featured farmers and church dignitaries,
even the mayors that are still alive
look out from their portraits
as if wishing for the odd vulture or two.

Nothing else around here bothers
enough to matter much.
Fields are pushed back beyond backyards.
We killed off all the rattlesnakes years ago.

Love Hurts

Whack went your head
Sand in my eyes
Scissors sliced your hair
A push from behind

Yellow crayons flew about
Pencils snapped in two
Kindergarten was not easy
Brawling, me and you

Your tongue stuck out
I rolled my eyes
My mother pleaded please
Nope, not sharing pie

We fought like devils
Each our arch nemesis 
Fast forward twenty years
And then, we kissed

Fisticuffs

Fisticuffs
Miracle Man
12/23/2024

Brawling is only for the young and foolish,
those with a yet to be developed brain.
Instead of taking their cue from cupid,
many minds are centered on raising cane.

Advanced years 
transformed me from “Pit’” to chihuahua,
I bark from the porch but age stole my bite.
I’ve now become as “yellow as mustard,
and couldn’t be poured into a fight”.

Get Rid of the Primaries

     Brawling backrooms 
       swirling in smoke

     Bloody negotiations
       served up smart folks

     Like Ike, JFK and
       Harry S. Truman 

     No Hillaries or Bidens 
       ~ or other clueless humans

St Patrick's Day

Are not Irish Eyes
always smiling?
IN the Blamey
at the stone – at the family
pub, celebrating life’s cheering,
brawling, grinning, deeply etching
proud ethnic tone – in the 
lilt of his sweet tenor; even in 
the brave sorrows, those many fallen
heroes of war both near and far -- 
blue as the deepest sky,
the even deeper tears,
the royal azures of our stars -- 
surely eyes are brightly 
smiling, for no stouter
hearts have times born – in the
darling twinkles, that steal 
hearts blissfully away, merrily along – 
where the lass I kissed in the meadow, the 
sweet child that comes to me
her giggling shamrock song -- 
allow those eyes forever shine! 
Let such hearts lift a glass
give fond toast and riotously play -- 
God cherishes His brawny Irish
Even in heaven, all are Irish today.

Womens

When I said women are stronger than men
Everyone started asking when?
I said some women have their names for centuries
Then one said they only know to pick blueberries.
When I said about J.K Rowling
Everyone started brawling.
When I talked about Emma whatson 
They got confusion.
I said about Kalpana chawla
They said hola
I was confused.
When I said mother is the best
They said she is the queen of her nest.
I understood no one can be like a Mother

Backwoods Dawn

I'm a native born morning in Appalachia,
smoky mountains surround
my holy ground.

Life in a single-wide far from the road
never gets old.
nor do two ducks trying to mate
in my leaky rubber pool.

Yesterday's wine bottle is empty again
yet I pour myself out
sip the chill mist
light up, let the hot tobacco
heat the dew on my lips.

The birds are making a fuss.
The Blue heelers are whooping it up,
and the goats are high brawling.

Wife's gone to Cookeville
to work at Walmart,
says she ain't coming back.

Figure I’ll go back to bed,
rest my head till whenever,
then
drink a warm beer for breakfast.

Moon Knight

A man with five personas
coming together to protect the innocent

First there's Jake Lockley, the cab driver
down on the mean streets gathering information

Second there is Marc Spector, the mercenary
carved from stone to right all wrongs

Third there is Steven Grant, the billionaire
overlooking the city with pride

Forth there is Mr. Knight, well suited
comes to answer the most difficult questions

Fifth there is Moon Knight, the vigilante
brawling as the avatar of Khonshu

Five becomes one to what we collectively know
as the Moon Knight!

Spy Rock

It was called “Spy Rock” in my day
Said you could see for miles around
The encampments of Confederates
From this large rock on higher ground
When the men in grey invaded our land
Brawling, looting, burning, and pillaging,
Everything got completely out of hand.

One-hundred fifty and eight years ago,
Much blood was shed in this community
To maintain the union and our liberty.
I wonder how much we have surrendered
In the past decade to give up being free.

written November 8, 2021

Kings of the Earth

Your life’s but a shadow
he’s a king of the earth
he’s secure in his place
he knows his own worth.

He‘s lacking all burdens
his smile merits bliss
by the King be commanded
you’re deemed worthy young miss.

The lady‘s so lucky,
as a rose meant for plucking,
this brawling, rough rogue,
- this heir to earths throne,
deems her worth the f—king.

I chuckle demurely,
“Be away drunken sir 
- leave me to my studies
- go chase other skirts
with your fraternity buddies.”
.
.
boy, the weekend festivities seem to start Thursday afternoons on fraternity row.

Forgive Yourself

The future holds no premium
For a person brawling with their past.
There are no birds in last year's nest.
There are no rememberings to unmask.

Memories are the fruits of our existence
Where some bloom and some may die
When exposed to an aura of understanding
Life's lessons shall provide.

'Tis Human to learn from our mistakes...
Making bold of life's infections
Slathering a healthy dapple of forgiveness
As we sinners surmise a new direction.

We should freely right past wrongs...
Banishing past transgressions to the night
As the journey may task our very soul...
So it's best to travel light.

I no longer fear a backward glance
Or the breeze of yesteryear.
I have made my bed and here I lie
With a spirit crystallized and clear.

I ignore the minions who dredge my past...
Casting forth their hellish stones...
As I eagerly embrace one of God's greatest gifts...
Which is a future yet unknown.

                    The End

A Storm Rushes In

A crocodile-hide sunset,
a ferrous squall;
somethings boiling up there.

Storm gulls
beat mosquito clouds away
as they flee.

Ten wild horses corralled in a dumpster
hammer my fearless heart.

An anemic sky gulps for breath
near or far
a brawling trample scuffs the earth. 

The dimming light drips strings 
of gelid spittle.
Vaporous stalactites shred an acrid air.

Now a ferrous rain cuffs and pelts.
I hide my face from its eyes,
follow a screaming ghost
into the house.

A Grand Experiment

To a world of darkness, of brawling, of territorial fights
  came a moment of clarity, dawned a new light

A grand experiment, daring beyond all comprehension
  which could have exacerbated underlying tensions

But it found firm footing, and despite imperfections
  there arose a new nation after seven years of insurrection

A place where a man could upgrade his station in life
  and a revolution's pen was as sharp as a hunter's knife

A land to roam, to explore, to cultivate
  A land of mountains, forests, and plains so great

With a wilderness untamed, and where rivers breathed free
  Where you could assert you, and I could become me

Yet alack and alas, the land's bright promise has faded
  midst darkness and brawling and descendants become jaded

And now America's a nation, very much like the others
  where no man is your brother and sons turn on their mothers

Tautogram Form Letter B

Babbling bantering behind bashful backs
Bolstering bizarre behavior between brawling brothers
Before bogus betrayals bragging both bravo 
Benevolent beguile beginning bequeath  
Borrowed broker buoyancy best brainchild
Beneath broken bureaucrats breach

LOL

The Nightmares

The dreary nightmare..
Falling down from the Sky..
Drowning deep in the Sea..
Leaping over the Mountains..
Brawling with the Secrets..
The dark is mourning..
Wolves are hawling around..
Craving for drops of water..
Grappling to open eyes..
Taking a deep breath...
After a minute halt...
I awoke to a world filled with..
Yellow flowers and Butterflies...

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