It’s unanimous
uncontested
irrefutable
no doubt
no conjecture
I am an arsehole
bad-tempered
foul-mouthed
and irredeemably crass
all my conversations
revolve around me
my opinions
about everything
are always right
I have done everything
I have been everywhere
it has taken almost seventy years
for this message to reach home
but
upbeat and eternally optimistic
agony aunts aside
it is now too late for me to change
so, do I remove myself
and not be missed
or, do I forge on
unliked but endured
‘tis a quandary
that has bested me
if truth be told
most days
my choice lies
but a hair’s breadth away
from the former solution
do not be alarmed dear reader
the above are merely the musings
of a crusty old bullet
I shall remain
irredeemably crass
until the lights go out
aah life
what a thing it is.
Categories:
irredeemably, suicide,
Form: Free verse
My job as your next President
and benevolent dictator,
is to live it up in the White House
and not bother Americans at all.
O and yes....
defund and term limit
all congressmen and senators,
who needs politics
when we have sesame bread sticks?
The irredeemably evil among us
will be forced to pillow fight it out
in a bouncy castle.
Public spectacles of random kindness
would be fully covered by
an honest media with no agenda.
Some say I am a Pollyanna,
some, a cock-eyed optimist,
but at this sad time
my cunning secret
is that I don't give a crap
about your point of view,
which of course,
perfectly defines me
as a typically jaded
and pissed-off American.
Vote. Vote, Vote!
Categories:
irredeemably, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Heroes are masked, monosyllabic but super.
The rat gangs obviously
are bad news and apparently
loose and reprehensible,
most are irredeemably dead-eyed.
It's on!
Action demands reaction,
busters need something to bust.
Make-believe peddles a glossy fantasy
until reality accommodates,
comes true
arrives not in good and bad costumes
but anonymously in SUV's, stolen bikes,
and highjacked Lincolns.
It goes on…
Momma bears are aroused,
sports fans are inflamed
creeps challenge, rob and mob.
A citizenry cowers then
strikes back with headlines.
It's most definitely on.
News flash -- it's over,
the good guys are back watching TV,
the delinquents and sociopath's
are out on no-bail,
the jail is a refuge for non-combatants.
On and off mostly.
Not long ago we were all masked
and suspected everyone,
but now
no one is guilty until freed -
all of us bleed.
Back on... it's Back On!
Categories:
irredeemably, poetry,
Form: Free verse
To totally trust Earth invites
no one perfectly correct health path
Suggests we will find no wealth path
totally corrupt.
To commit to our best way
for healthy now
in this quasi-wealthy place
and this RealTime,
with resources accessible
may be irredeemably wrong
only in our potential
for egotistic excesses,
ego-mania
non eco-woman Earthy enough.
Polypathic balance,
polyphonic harmony,
polynomial integrity,
polymorphic bilateral intelligence;
these are the love
and faith
and hope
and wisdom
of revolutionary compassion
for ourselves
as part of EarthOther
Forgiven climate trespassers
as we forgive
our inhumane ecological debts
Empowering further ego-recentering
in curious pathway nonjudgment
by patiently enlightening,
choice enlivening--
Past Yang left-brain autonomous,
Future Yin right-hearted interdependent--
Ego/Eco-systemic experience,
bilateral balancing memory,
healing compassion's doubled
yet untroubled image.
Categories:
irredeemably, change, freedom, health, humanity,
Form: Political Verse
Irredeemably desperate I reach out-
I grasp...then let go...
grasp...
then.....
he calls me perfection,
why do I feel flawed?
he's changed my direction,
why do I feel a fraud?
Soon my dreams will become my death-
I'll be helpless and incurable....until my last breath.
December 4, 2016
Categories:
irredeemably, betrayal, deep,
Form: Verse
His legs tremble,
Standing: over the-mound of dust,
He does not see the past left behind
And strives to extinguish the brightly burning star Forgetting,
that nearby A blue island floats in tears.
And a lingering restlessness sweeps past him.
He parries the questions of the present Pricking him intermittently
Not seeing with the eyes
The glowing cinder under ashes
The tide is cheated by the foaming sea Which drowns it
And wandering in the forlorn cremation ground He is haunted by the shrieks Of his bedeviled soul
A formless shadow knocks at his dormant mind.
Nothing awakes but anguish Crushing the weary breath, He gasps and fumbles
With the rising crescendo of
the inner agony, Which pricks him
And is irredeemably absorbed in the body,
The wound remains green And on the lighted pyre not the body,
The bruised conscience burns.
Categories:
irredeemably, inspirational, life, philosophy, religion,
Form: Haiku