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The muzzle flash of the moon is infused with clouds
where the brightness tapers off on knees that poke through
the slit in her dress; the hem slips off her crossed legs.
Gunpowder in sieves flecks her irises
when she glimpses through my lunar haze
of daydreams that I'll trigger her to smile.
A Guns N' Roses song flogs silence in the back-
ground of my mind as she stands to shake
hands I synchronously half-rotate to kiss.
Her wedding ring tastes like zinc, or some strange kettle
of moondust while she avers that I look as pale
as mists conspiring to discover our trail.
Though we can't see her butler crack the whip to keep
a distant carriage in place,
whinnying clouds beam a grin to her face.
They ask how this could come about?
How could a young man just snap,
this did not happen way back,
enough to make a good soul doubt.
They wonder why has it changed,
what’s different now than before,
what turns a young man to horror,
why are things not the same?
Craven folks say it’s all guns,
not above misusing a great loss
to advance their political cause,
never helping out anyone.
Some say that it’s the drugs,
medicating the boys of the world
because they are not little girls,
give them pills until their numb.
Perhaps they speak some truth,
it’s hard to grow, healthy and hale
when society demonizes males,
even when they’re in their youth.
But I think it’s more than that,
I don’t recall so many disturbed
back when our homes had fathers,
something so many now lack.
For young men especially,
an adult body and a child’s mind,
awash in hormones all the time,
of guidance they have a need.
’cause the cold, unyielding fact
is that men are for aggression bred,
and very like to end up dead,
if not taught control and tact.
A father is essential here,
one who’s survived life’s burdens,
learned what is required on men,
how to conquer masculine fears.
A single mother is not enough,
though her love is like a saint’s
she physical cannot restrain
a young man who's acting rough.
With more fathers in the home
to make clear just what life is,
and sometimes to crack the whip,
more boys would prosper and grow.
But to the nagging PC-crowd
to say that it makes good sense
to utilize such male guidance
is an idea denounced loud.
Most of them do not believe
that gender is even a thing,
and the great challenges it brings
They steadfastly will not see.
To claim that two parents are
crucial to a balanced life,
best achieved by man and wife,
to them is a step too far.
Ideology makes them blind,
they’d rather this mess go on
then dare reveal that they’re wrong
and have to change their mind.
And they won’t dare admit
that sex is not a social trope,
that the things real men know
could help put a stop to this.
So now we’re in this place,
the solution that they won’t see
is backed up by long history,
and should be encouraged post-haste…
…but I’m not holding my breath.
Goodbye Halloween it's Christmas time to tout.
We'll all be getting presents then.
We won't go door to door or dress up anymore.
Here Santa comes at Christmas when...
Midnight strokes of Christmas Eve.
Our stockings by the fire.
Wax candles on the mantelpiece,
spaced opposite to spire.
A Christmas Tree that's flickering
inside the corner full.
The star on top the treetop twig
as holy as it's pull.
A wrap in rust upon the couch
where mama hopes to sit.
Two tables at the sides that show
two lamps of oil lit.
One wooden reindeer on the floor
connected to a sleigh.
It's walnut wood to warm the heart
the Christmas spirits way.
A dim lit room to share the night.
A Christmas scene of lore.
The spirit of old Santa Claus
come Christmas time once more.
A clicking of the rooftop tar.
Eight reindeer or I'm told.
All harnessed to the fattest man
as jolly as is old.
His entrance fanning chimney air.
The fireplace leaping out.
His joyous laughter roaring on
spontaneous to his shout.
He quickly stuffs the stockings snug
and places all the gifts.
Then raises up his one small finger
from which his being lifts.
Once more inside his sleigh above;
a snap to crack the whip.
He nods aside the reindeer heads
and off they go a-rip.
The little sleigh going dangling on.
It sliding through the sky.
The far horizon beckoning him
as Santa waves on bye.
Live inspired, heart on fire, aim ever-higher
Conceive immensely, strive intensely, pursue in a frenzy
Don't kick back, never go slack --- instead, attack!
Don't lie low, or take things slow --- you've got to grow!
Throw in the towel? --- Never! Scream and howl!
Give up the ship? --- No way! Crack the whip!
Give it your all, stand straight and tall, knock down walls
Reach for the sky, dare to fly, the Holy Grail is nigh...
Live every moment as if it's your last
Never look back or regret the past
Look life in the eye and stick out your chest
Whatever you do --- Do your absolute best!
Do you believe in
The Power of the mind?
Do you seek the truth?
Or are you blind?
Can you rely on
The Force with-in?
Can you play a game?
You can't win?
Will you die for your beliefs?
Go down with the ship?
When the time comes,
Can you crack the whip?
How can you believe in heaven?
When you live in hell.
You can't be saved here,
By the ring of a bell.
Will the darkness win or?
Will the sun prevail?
If you know the answers,
Please, do tell.
It is hard to see things like
They were before.
It is difficult to find peace
After the war.
Can you really be a winner?
When you have nothing to lose?
Faced with an ultimatum,
How do you choose?
Inside each of us there
Is dark and light.
Some are blind,
Some have second sight.
It is our choice that
Determines our fate.
Do we choose love or?
Do we hate?
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In the middle of the night
When I can’t get back to sleep
All these grandiose ideas
In my wired brain do creep.
I will clean out all my closets.
I will rearrange each drawer.
I will freshen up the furniture
And spiff up the décor.
I will organize my poetry
To fit into a book
And the children’s tale I’ve started
Will get more than just a look.
I will sit and read the travel guides
I’ve purchased for a trip.
I will self-impose some discipline
And really crack the whip
In the morning, though, reality
Comes crashing with a thwack.
The enthusiasm 2 a.m.
Inspires won’t come back.
I am applying for the consultant position
of Office Manager for which I will audition.
I am undeniably qualified to deal with nitwits
and idiots I will immediately classify as 'twits.'
My solution to deal with those people is fair
It may not be righteous, but I don't care.
If your company is greedy to make money,
it's ok with me. Just give me my check, honey.
I don't browbeat employees with a big stick
when they come in late or say they're sick
I'll crack the whip on any numbskull at work
and there's one less lazy fool I'll call a jerk.
If you think my method is severe over kill,
you're right, because I don't show good will
to jackasses who keep making me mutter
words you would only hear in a street gutter.
I'll get control and do what needs to be done
and I promise I'll try not to pull out a real gun.
I'll need some handcuffs and maybe a jail cell.
Give me free rein and everything will be swell.
My resume' experience speaks for itself.
Once, I've even fired an Elf on the Shelf
I did it without a good reason or just cause
so you can waiver that harrassment clause.
You can hire me now for a trial run.
Keep me on or fire me, but I'm the one
you need to give brainless creatures the boot...
not due to my work ethic, cuz I don't give a hoot.
There’s a storm
Inside my mind
It comes and goes
From time to time
No need to whine
The storm will pass
As quickly as it came
For nothing never ever lasts forever
Does It?
When we pway this game
Some will say I have It for brains
That’s because I’m full of It
Just too smart for my own britches
Inside I have this switch I flip
Made by Aliens or ancestral witches
And when I flip, I crack the whip
And share what I’ve been itchin’ ...
Life presents to each of us
A colorful array of decisions and choices to make
Some will be good, some bad
But all of them most likely will be sins ... sinful
Sinfully delicious like slurping an endless bowl of PoetrySoup
Tugging on each other's toes ... just letting go
Just letting me know whatcha know
While rain is falling outside my rainbow tilted eyes
Time flies ... buzzing me closer and closer to the light
Goodnight.