chakra shot, aura ignored
inner peace left unexplored
feelings sans a sounding board
blest I’ve left the mindless horde
friends, none that lie to me
or neighbors that like to see
a banshee wailing jamboree
self-reproach is absentee
no dogs, cats, or swimming fish
little is left demanding wish
lunch mirrors a petri dish
the future passed with reminisce
up every day at the crack of noon
to nosh on candies and macaroon
suck helium from a red balloon
entertained at the Shambles Saloon
the postman left mail today
junk and clutter some might say
bills and debts remain unpaid
life is better left unplayed
beds splayed displayed
clothes unwashed too deep to wade
dust layered is carefully laid
happiness is now homemade
the sun set that never rose
reflections must I suppose
account, compound, and then depose
neatly rowed in juxtapose
lying down at last to sleep
importuning God will keep
me whole, sweet, and replete
whimper shall not well or weep
Categories:
importuning, life, love,
Form: Rhyme
Cold Steel, Hot Blood
Cold blue steel gleaming in the night,
coldly importuning a hot hand,
death clad in a copper jacket,
innocent flesh and blood outmanned.
Sight lines of anger and rage,
beads drawn on defenseless souls,
whether purposeful or random,
take a disastrous bloody toll.
Since the savage hand of murder
clenched the gun in lieu of the sword,
shots echoing through city canyons,
lay waste all hope of urban accord.
Abraham, Martin and John,
Ronald took a bullet too,
loyal servants of the people
who died in our gun crazy zoo.
Trigger pulls by unhinged souls
stain the breaking news of the day..
A shameful national curse
that won't end with Santa Fe.
Bodies riddled with ammunition
meant to wound, maim and slay
fired from guns so easily bought
thanks to zealots of the NRA.
Categories:
importuning, grief, pain, sad, violence,
Form: Verse
Alas Dear Madam
Alas, dear Madam, have I thee wronged
by gesture, savage word, or deed,
thus giving thee cause for sorrow,
importuning your heart to bleed?
Have I, dear Madam, given thee
injury so rank and so low
as to merit your cool design
to suffer me the status quo?
Dear Madam, have I deceived thee
and showered thee with silken lies,
or primed thee with honeyed words
that cloak dark purpose in disguise?
Nay, dear Madam, no wrong to thee
did I meanly perpetrate.
no grievous sin did I commit,
nor cold insult dedicate.
My grossest error, dear Madam,
was to unknowingly explore
the pride sleeping in your bosom
and its delicacy ignore.
So, dear Madam, please forgive me
for the numb bruises I thee gave
to that one part of a woman
which no man should ever brave.
Categories:
importuning, romantic,
Form: Verse
Alas Dear Madam
Alas, dear Madam, have I thee wronged
by gesture, savage word, or deed,
thus giving thee cause for sorrow
importuning your heart to bleed?
Have I, dear Madam, given thee
injury so rank and so low
as to merit your cool design
to suffer me the status quo?
Dear Madam, have I deceived thee
and showered thee with silken lies,
or primed thee with honeyed words
to cloak dark purpose in disguise?
Nay, dear Madam, no wrong to thee
did I meanly perpetrate.
no grievous sin did I commit,
nor cold insult dedicate.
My grossest error, dear Madam,
was to unknowingly explore
the pride sleeping in your bosom
and its delicacy ignore.
So, dear Madam, please forgive me
for the numb bruises I once gave
to that one part of a woman
which no man should ever brave.
Categories:
importuning, relationship,
Form: Verse
Mystery
I would write a poem
and send it on to thee
could I find nouns and verbs
that explain the mystery
of red feathered arrows,
flying to intended mark;
of narcotic music
mesmerizing the dark;
of importuning doves
each bearing a thornless rose,
of giddy walks a'reeling,
from sultry desire exposed;
of diaphanous dreams,
hypnotic visions nigh,
nightly perspiration,
yearning's effort doth supply;
But the muse avoids me,
words flee this smitten mind,
therefore all that is sent
is my love -- unrefined.
Categories:
importuning, love,
Form: Light Verse
I do not, amongst the dregs of my cups,
Consider you worthy to be the theme
For my untutored scribblings.
There, Madame, there: I put you
In your place, amongst the detritus
Of my life, the forgotten effigies of life,
As she should be lived.
Yet, you do not acquiesce to my intentions,
And re-emerge into my consciousness
To disturb and argue for attention and
Writings.
I am weak, and accede to your importuning
With versification to placate your demands,
To show my love.
Categories:
importuning, love,
Form: Sonnet
With bravado, during a bayamo,
A bashful barbudo
with a propensity for dissentiousness
Flits bottomward, toward a sand encrusted crusado
A crusado, mayhap, wellaway once possessed by
A seafaring hildalgo skittering
Over cirulean crests
What wry musing must the esurient bashful
barbudo mull
While it wends it way to the wayworn crusado?
Once and now tantalized, the fearnought barbudo,
Now disappointed over a once thought commestible
Now ponders
An omen? An augur? A delitescent apocalypse--of doom, or
Delight?
Oh, bashful barbudo, unmew this encrusted crusado: expugate it!
Expurgate it form its extant niche
Release its' recondite spectres anon, without cunctation
What tales may it portend with a tactile congress?
Wend not to your shoals yet; shun the skates importuning
Now before a malevolent maelstrom wrests the soothsayer's crusado
Away
Vocabulary: barbudo-species polydactylus virginicus; crusado-Spanish coin;
esurient-hungry,greedy
Categories:
importuning, adventure,
Form: Free verse