Long years ago, you heard I fell,
just tumbled from a wall and—SPLAT!
I’d not be whole again, all said.
I’m here to follow up on that.
The King’s men scraped my pieces up.
It seemed they’d better things to do
than put me back together right.
I think they used Gorilla Glue.*
Now here I am, a messed-up sight,
a monster much like Frankenstein.
My body parts are all askew.
Not even my eyeballs align.
I'm feared, avoided, ridiculed.
I've no place in society.
Made a pariah by my looks,
though not in prison, I'm not free.
I hoped corrective surgeries
would fix me; so I filed a claim.
It was denied. It seems that for
my brokenness, I was to blame.
Here's what the agent said. I quote:
"Foolhardy eggs that perch on walls
should know that someday they'll get hurt.
They've asked for whatever befalls."
*popular product advertised as “the
toughest adhesive on the planet”
A toe in will be just fine,
More than that will cost you a dime.
A line or two is all I'll give,
More than that,
You may know where I live.
Expressing what I see, feel, and think,
Could really cause a stink!
So rather than jumping all the way in,
I could just go up to my shin.
To expose anymore,
might drive you out the door.
And failure to follow up on my dreams,
Could be the cause of a scream!
I think just a toe in will be fine,
More than that,
Will cost you a dime.
A colony nests inside my soul
where the nectar of pity was hoarded
For all you, the urge to soar is unabated
Hence, we may widen this horizon
Truth can form hallucinations
Still, can goals reflect reality?
maybe not?!
Enter inside the nest as a frogman
vulgarity rules the roost
you crave her gentle embrace
like breath, she sheaths
you are lured and compelled
follow up on requests at your peril
accepting you to the hive
our place is ideal for you
Improvement? or excellence?
however, we do not practice this here
wear your uniform and stay in line
shut off your mind and act as taught
you will be keen
soar solo if you must
we will sever your wings
early creative endeavors
I have gathered things for many years
yellow sunshine over grassy slopes
vividly sketched wildflowers
exactly as intended
the swarm of delight rarely stopped
by what lies outside the white picket gate
given the presence of shadows
the fence moved further away
until all my brightness occurred.
Written: October 23, 2022
The best outcome is usually brought about,
By someone who is stout,
Is seldom heard to shout,
But leaves no room for doubt,
Why the best outcome won out.
If you ask the right questions of the right people at the right time,
And follow up on the answers in good time,
You tend to be doing more than just marking time.
Something we should all practice in our spare time.
I want to know if this challenge is real,
So, please give me something that I can feel,
You must come correct,
To gain respect,
Or you, too, will one day kneel.
A real poet is what I am,
One, who occasionally likes to slam,
I think I am the best,
Better than all the rest,
Since about opinions I do not give a ......!
I am looking to have a little fun,
And I pray that you will not run,
Away and hide,
Behind your pride,
Trying to avoid what needs to be done!
I hate to sound so grim,
But your future in slam looks rather dim,
Call my name,
When you want to play this game,
And do not worry about the rest of them!
This is not a joke,
More like a little poke,
So, if you think you can
Prove that you are the man,
Then follow up on what you spoke.
As you go
Where God will send
Be a neighbor; be a friend
Don't pass by
On the other side
When you see the hurting ones
Be merciful
And pity them
Who somehow have become victims
Help and love them
As you do yourself
Be like the Good Samaritan
Find the hurt
Pour oil and wine
To cleanse their wounds you bind
Lift and warm
Them in your arms
Let love be their inheritance
Carry them
With gentle prayer
To where they will get more care
At your expense
Follow up on them
Like the Good Samaritan