There are people who take what they want
pez dispensers of pain and suffering
gleaning never planting
rapists of confidence
of fresh air...
staining the soul of everything
tumors in the marrow of society.
They are small glimpses into hell
professional complainers and oppressors
Bachelor's degree in deflection
PHD'S in blame.
There are people who only take what they need
giving the rest away to those in need
Calm waters, splintering calibers of decay
They are small windows into heaven
Bachelor's degree in responsibility and reason.
PHDs in fathomless faith.
The well-meaning try to fix evil with bleeding hearts...
evil thinks they're tools-plays them for fools
to be used for evil endeavors
evil can never be fixed
if evil isn't acting out
it is plotting its next twisted step,
fashioning pentagrams,
dreaming in hues of death.
Evil must be crushed into oblivion
at least hobbled and entombed in led
The trend is to coddle and pacify-
It festers from irritating blemish to
incurable disease and endless menace.
There are arches and doorknobs
I feel with my hands but,
instead of pushing through,
around and round
i meander clueless,
my head in a cloud
caught up in the darkness
I coddle to the point
of despair and delusion.
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
The scientists of today think deeply instead of clearly. One must be sane to think clearly, but one can think deeply and be quite insane.
~ Nikola Tesla
nights are dark and long
and those who come only
to wheedle
me into eating, or drinking, or brushing my hair
coddle and coo
yet bear knife and needle
to prepare my mind to sleep and rest
no, not to rest, to forget - they come and spiel
dogmatic scientific credal
Coddle my wounds as you once had done
So unearthly spirit, do your lips quiver the names of all you had pained hither
The wicker of my wallowing moon, do you see, so speak
If one had been held from whence my end had discovered,
From whence none shall recover,
Had you seen, so spoke, every bludgeoned apology struck parched upon your fallaced lips,
Yet none to touch, none to see,
Ever poignant word that had struck e'er so deep within me,
So see my tears, so weep upon these fears,
Had lapped upon the sand, drenched and disfigured with every clear blear of word
Had you seen, so had you spoke
Would you then succumb to every fear
Bleating upon the cognitive recognition of childhood
So hold me now
Here, as you had once done.
(without fear)
cool calico cat could come and coddle cuddle cautioned Cali’s cousin
Carmen. Campy Cameron coughed curiously, considering this caution
comical. Calico cat commandeered the cabin and café, a considerable
conquest, considering the coolness of Cali, Carmen and Cameron.
I’ll be keeping this one rather brief;
my arthritis is causing me grief.
Now I’m not one to coddle,
but Bobcat’s a good model
and grease fittings would provide relief.
V.
It used to be understood that
people were pretty safe,
that our streets and our neighborhoods
weren’t a dangerous place,
that you could let your kids go out
and they’d come back alive,
that we had good law enforcement,
security to thrive.
But now they coddle criminals,
help them get out early,
our cities have become failed states
of crime, drugs, and feces.
Worse yet is they’re importing them,
illegals in cruel gangs,
handing out money to the thugs
who probably should hang.
It seems a week doesn’t go by
we don’t see migrant crime,
people murdered and women raped,
it happens all the time.
Whole apartments taken over,
the tenants extorted,
by people your leaders let in
so they could get ahead,
all of it just to rig the vote
so they alone can win,
no problem with condemning you
to a future quite grim.
Your life has no meaning to them,
they’ll gladly leave you screwed,
see the evil and don’t forget
what was taken from you.
Hedgehog, O hedgehog
dear spiny, meek and mousy poppet.
In England
where the tickly grass grows
greener
we galumph in our rubber boots
up to your little
Hobbit nests
beneath the thorny bushes
were you rests.
We the ever scampy
nippers
fill tin cups with wriggly worms
leave then there
by your dinky
mossy dells.
All the pricky hogs
come from near and nearer,
to snuff and gobble
by the brittle briery
and eat their wormy mush.
Our mucky paws clap
in gay and giggly glee
to see that munchy feast,
their piddly
licky
muzzles
chomping -
quite charming.
Adults say, 'we will catch a flea'
from their pin pointy pelts.
yet we shrug
our never minds, and
our don't cares,
even bring
one tiddly tyke home,
smuggling it up the stairs
to coddle
while we playtime
with some jolly good
fun....
Oh my goodness sake
It is a Pippi Longstocking cake!
I wonder now who dared to make
Such a cake, such a cake, a glorious cake.
It is so professional I tell the model.
Don’t be so nice to her, she does not deserve a coddle.
This was from the wigmaker who had made the cake.
I felt sorry for the model, his heart must hold a stake.
Maybe
I should be a liar
To spare and to coddle
To take away all sense of
Purpose and truth
Maybe I should
Become the person
With the too wide smile
And the lifeless eye
The fated crinkle of cheeks
Maybe someday the truth
Will come
And climb aboard
To fly close to the sun
Maybe then I would fall and
Crash and burn
Or maybe even
Take the chance to learn
Maybe I am the Iceberg
The fated foil
Or maybe I know all too well
How bad things will go
If I just let go
Then maybe I can be
The truth
That sets you free
Maybe I could soar
With wings that
Touch the very tops
Of the trees
Maybe I could
But I will not
Because the truth is
The snake
The venom is your trust
So I’ll become the liar
The villain in your tale
I tell you exactly
What you want to hear
With perfume in my spells
I will sit and play the part
And be the perfect belle
For the only thing that sets apart
The story from the tell
I can be the liar and I will
Fare quite well
Because even when the
Trust was there
My lips spoke a farewell
Night brings thoughts
of darkness.
Pain hurts in the cold
loneliness of midnight.
Stay awake
with thought
After thought
Shadows dance
With thought after thought
And stir up the Demons
I play dangerous games
with ,Aww, my creatures
of Night.
Shiny tools and trinkets
consume and coddle me.
Just fall asleep
and they will go away
till tonight.
Sunrise brings new hope,
But then Sunset comes.
I find I am still
Afraid of the dark
After all, life is but a twisted tale,
Of trying blue; to weigh us, if model.
To find happy rest in all we travail...
Winnings, everyone continually tail,
Unleash cheats and deceits of sh*ts coddle...
After all, life is but a twisted tale!
Satisfaction has stolen away scale,
That manoeuvres peace at achievement's jail,
To find happy rest in all we travail.
Then the world becomes completely new ale,
That subjects sloshed sanity to waddle...
After all, life is but a twisted tale!
Time moves fast unlike dream's series avail,
Its fulfilling bail to rescue Abel.
After all, life is but a twisted tale!
How dire Cain reckons not blood, but impale
His brother; blackmail his death, wroth unveil.
After all, life is but a twisted tale,
To find happy rest in all we travail.
Big man walks easy
Owns everything he looks at
Turn his big eyes and his big head and says nothing
Because he doesn't have to
Big man walks with a hitch in his step
Because he is giddy with his owning
I have forgotten how to access my voice
I am so adept at saying nothing that when I do speak it has become indistinguishable from silence
Big man is my brother
So I coddle his unruly
Big man is my father
So I forgive him untethered
I am afraid of how loud my voice gets and still goes unheard
I am weary from not owning anything
Not even my body
I am ever startled by the sound of my own voice
It is not mine, it's his
It is plucked and seashell necklace
It is used against me until I uncle
Big man crosses the street without looking
He knows I will stop for him
Knows the concrete of his forehead is bang enough for anyone's buck
He slows down as he walks past me
Tilts his big head in my direction
And grins, eaten worlds
wonderful fimagery
a fibulation of truth
a frenetic shark-tooth
puncturing the carotid
artery, artistically
fandom of fibs
will coddle your desperation,
lean into your fabulous
collection of fables, fry
the fish according to recipe
mendacious media robots
move their mechanical jaws
plainly stating the news -
the words they choose
according to choice list
listless and yawning
it’s never dawning on them
that the puppet master
controls the strings
of jaws, eyelids and
applause
plausible lies
they’re after
laughter in the rafters
hell’s forever after
8/15/2022
Exodus 20:16, 23:1; Matthew 15:19; Revelation 21:8
Dull tones smear and coddle in a gray muddle.
Cow munch cloud fields.
A reality steeped in prismatic conjecture
until I find my spectacles.
I enter reality, a Columbus arriving in America;
not on the continent, but on some island
and outcrop just short of finding.
Gradually, through the resurrection
of rods and cones,
a little myopia and less blind faith
feeds the expectant mind,
until it can see both the daffodils
and the ancient hands that brought them here.
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