Trump poses as a staunch smarty
Disciple of Moriarty
With raunch he'll enthrall
And soon abuse all
Launching his psychopath party
Categories:
moriarty, irony, jesus, literature, religion,
Form: Limerick
Moriarty was the consummate puma cat who knew how to play
He maneuvered himself around in the library every day.
Slinking in and out of shelves, landing on books about trees.
Surprising an elderly librarian, who often stacked on her knees.
She got used to Moriarty and began to bring him chicken and such.
He started to referring to her as Mama B, he liked her that much!
They had an agreement that he would stay out of vintage shelves.
So he left them alone, to the enjoyment of the faeries and elves.
Categories:
moriarty, animal,
Form: Quatrain
The Stair Case
It stood before me, curving and long and awfully high.
Steps that seemed to go on forever
long and winding and narrow.
Like a twisting path in life, the staircase stretched before me
It travels both ways, either up toward the light
or, down, into a deep and darkened world of unknowns.
The stairs of life are everywhere, for everyone
Each person has his own path to follow.
Faith is required to climb this narrow path of life.
Fear drives me down the stairs to the unknown
A ray of sunshine beckons me, as I climb upwards
always encouraging me to travel on toward the mystery
that awaits.
Fear, and gloom, pressure me, as I start down the staircase
pressuring me with uncertain and halting steps toward a
place of failing and saddened events.
In this life we call ours there are choices.
Choices of good, and bad, or brave or timid.
I choose; and the climb of life awaits
the light, or the dark.
Which way to go?
By faith! Or by fear!
Dedicated to my daughter, Mary Moriarty Branch
With the love of a Father, for one who means so much.
Categories:
moriarty, anxiety, emotions, faith,
Form: Free verse
Cleaning ash at Two Twenty One B
Sweated my friend Sherlock Holmes and me.
Him: “The game is afoot”
His face covered in soot
We dashed off after Moriarty!
Just a crime scene, just another night
Though Scotland Yarders laughed at our sight
Done being a joke’s butt
Holmes loudly asked what’s what?
“A black face, but you love powder white!”
January 30, 2019
Categories:
moriarty, funny,
Form: Limerick
Collaboration with Space Cadet (Wesley C.)
In him, I dance, my back strong, my feet steady.
I'm a tiptoe heart, whispered here in our laughter affair
with an anchor in plankton, when
my numb calves fumble in a kitchen sink bath.
I'm held in his hands, captured
in splinters and colorful shards of coral to hold in his heart.
Moriarty and Manchu, I flee and we fly;
I always come back, if not one of me, than the other you.
His heart does know and does care:
To him I am one; to me, he is love.
Flashes turn into nights,
And demons swim awake to turn torment,
Haunt hunger through me,
But through immeasurable distance.
a warm light, a hand whispers, "Dance,
dance, you can dance!"
***
January 13, 2017
Corrected on January 17, 2017
Categories:
moriarty, boy, boyfriend, dance, day,
Form: Free verse
Placed on hold at Kaiser's and thinking back
on what was
30, 40, 50 years ago.
Who was I then?
Is there any present connection?
Did choices made then
lead directly to now?
Or is life just random selection?
Moments pop to mind
without regard to reason.
There's one now
running down the hill to class,
step to step in tandem,
two ten year boys,
Jack Moriarty and I,
frozen in time and space.
What came before?
What came after?
Why was that moment defined
and nailed in my mind?
Jack's name still retained!
I knew him only for a moment,
while people I've worked with,
and lived with for years
are lost.
Is this all just a matter
of fragile chemistry?
...Have your Kaiser's number ready,
we'll be with you momentarily.
Categories:
moriarty, age, allegory, introspection, memory,
Form: Free verse
I Talked to God Today
What a day I had, busy as can be
talked to God today
He just listened to me
I talked to Him
told Him all that bothered me
all the worries, cares and hurts
I took and laid them at his feet
Funny thing about this talk
I knew that He was around
close as can be
just waiting to hear from me
I didn't hear a voice from the clouds
nor see a bush burning nearby
just a calm and silent time
the birds stop singing
the wind grew quiet
all got still and calm
much like a time before a storm
eerie it was, talking to God
but I knew He was there
for in my mind I heard a
voice, be still......and know
that I am here.
....Richard G Moriarty (2012)
Categories:
moriarty, religion,
Form: Rhyme
WHO was the dastard - Moriarty again?
WHAT was the reason for kidnapping Watson, my friend?
WHEN did Moriarty strike?
WHERE could Watson be?
WHY is Moriarty always instigating dastardly deeds?
5-W's contest
Seventh Place
Categories:
moriarty, mystery,
Form: Rhyme