Should I just relent and do it
Spin my verses on the pages
Like I ultimately know it?
A sage of truth and ages
Will my words align to show it?
Should I muse with introspection
On the mad kaleidoscope
And the altered misconceptions
Of the oft-repeated tropes
Which apply to our condition?
Do I dare to be a mouthpiece?
Make a statement universal?
Plant with care the soldiering seeds
In marching rows and intervals
To range and bloom in open fields,
Or blaze intrepid, fiery thoughts
With fundamental words of proof
That speak of beauty never lost
In elemental shades of truth
Which serve to lift the lonely heart
What will it take to do it
Capture such a mighty thing
Seize the substance of the spirit
Make the bell of it to ring
And align my verses to it?
Should I boldly go and do it
Muster out my inner thoughts?
Is it time for me to show up
Cast my likes in with the lot
And declare myself a poet?
Categories:
muster out, beauty, lonely, poetry, poets,
Form: Rhyme
Out here in the outpost
I guard the borderland
“Over and out” – I lose the call
And you are out again
This is my shout out
From the hinterland
“Roger, Roger” at my post
But you are – out – again
You do not deem to call
While my receiver’s on
I fiddle with the dial
But – static – is the tongue
Cold the rime upon the pane
That crackles to the sound
Of Solitaire I muster out
– And the hand that I put down
Is a winner, at its best
– It seems the Ace is high –
– And here my friendly guest
Just winks an evil eye –
The creaking of my little hut
Is charged with energy
Buffeted by winds about
– thou art mine enemy! –
Cold the outer fathoms
And in the frozen stasis
White is in the noise
And silence in the spaces
The dark outside is deep
Did I just hear a knock?
– it’s just the knock, knock
Knocking of my beating heart
– Cornered as a winter mouse
Frightened from its nest
I startle to the voice I hear
And flee my inner guest
Categories:
muster out, loneliness, silence, wind, winter,
Form: Rhyme
Wandering And Loafing thither-stunned I knew,
Scorching sweat-and a grim creature view,
Aye troubled and loaded vista of misery,
Swirling with abjectness seeming weary,
Nor they stand upright neither they sit calm,
Where they where ,never in placid nay in ominous realm,
Prepare for prepare on this abominable flame of war,
They freaked out through futile power,
Hence ‘tis a royal road through eke’ out but volatile,
Ye- grudgingly yet’ a way but vile,
What he must –must he be, but far and away,
Gibbet solemnly- but utter mere no word-to say,
Confined yea bind ah! Archaic men-at-arms,
You’d be among these, with no charm and warms,
Maunder surreal-y even in the day-and night watch,
Discern–castles in air while-lying on a patch,
Fair a mere simpleton creature, when dies,
Forgot at-once posthumously with no suspiration and sighs,
No well being and vivification where he dwelt and grew,
Aye beneath the troubled shallow’y spring under the yoke of fo,
Regime demand integrity, excelence and professionalism,
They say trinquality, solace, and humanism,
Tongue introverted, knees knocked, head stood,
Muster out as OAP, at hoar,man-made-wood.
Categories:
muster out, anniversary, depression, discrimination, emotions,
Form: Quatern