Stray words pulled from thin air
strung like birds on a wire
as a poem
won't light my fire
random thoughts on the off-chance
hung as wash on the line
is worse and not verse
at least not one of mine
every tenth girl's name
flung from pages in the dictionary
like pretty maids all in a row
is neither prose nor poetry
give me literary or give me wealth
of wisdom humour rhyme or reason
lyrically make me laugh or think
entertain elucidate or educate
for therein lies the missing link
28th of October 2025
The day my Dad ceased to be alive
I haven't been able to write
or hardly speak about it
Thought I'd let you guys know
this struggle that I am on
Many of you have come to seem like family
and now that I've lost an integral part of my family
I didn't want you to think I've left the poetry fold
Tears come just trying to write this
I don't like crying
or having to blow my nose
and wipe my face
and try to act composed
I don't like this...
but I suppose this is something we aren't supposed to like
so I guess I got that part right.
Anyway, there it is
on the off chance you were wondering why I quit composing
well...
now you know.
28th of October, my world changed
and got darker,
but I continue to look for the light
and I am convinced it shines somewhere.
Love you Dad.
I hope I made you proud.
Night is pending.
Not even the most anxious
can avoid time.
Day after day I dread the
the death of nothing
that the night spawns.
The TV becomes my
best friend~
a window of light
in the abyss.
Old TV shows
are brighter than
the new.
Tonight I choose
The Andy Griffith Show.
I put my earphones in,
and turn the volume down
(on the off chance
sleep embraces me)
and I embrace my fate.
I watch.
It's strange.
I feel a peculiar force
tugging at the corners
of my mouth.
The opposite of gravity.
A sensation that pulls
upward.
I had forgotten the feeling.
I laugh inside,
but for a different reason
than my body is currently
reacting to.
It seems even the most
sleep-deprived,
fear stricken
low in life
sickos
can't keep themselves
from smiling at
the infamous
Don Knotts
not likely or probable but there before my eyes
NOTE: THE ABOVE IS A RECENT CHANCE ARTWORK OF MINE - of pieces of cut out shapes chosen by me from chance happenings arising in the creative art process itself
I am a madman
But you are in pain
So I'll set my delusions
aside for the day
I'll reschedule destruction
For later next week
On the off chance it grants you
a little more sleep
As we know, I am haunted
But you are afraid
You scream in my ears
'Til the dead walk away
And I should check the window
But you are asleep
So for once in my life
I am at peace
POLLOCK
Chance
accidents
intricate
yet plain
in time&space
counterpoints to
tease
& float in unreal
swirl &mounds
apparent to the eyes
textures
alive
opulent adventures
flowing
without restraint
turmoil released
energetic
explosions
of
loops&sprays
rich & strange
in a mist
without precedent
flung
splattered
a random
spontaneity
of liquid flowing
motion
arrested in space
in a life
of its own
an easy harmony
dripping
drop
by
drop
short moments
in rivers
of rain
off chance
inside to out
of the
unconscious
mind
try your luck, perchance,
around the room you glance
the sea of faces looks back askance
but, a cheeky wink invites a dance,
a budding romance 'tis happenstance
as luck would have it, purely off-chance
a die cast, a furtive darting eye-glance
rolls to snake eyes, and entwining prance
I've never been much of a worrier,
Others do that far better than I,
Nor am I renowned as a scurrier,
Which is not to imply I don't try.
My small circle of close friends and loved ones
Is diminishing one at a time,
And one of these days
I'll wake up to discover
That it's my turn, and I'm next in line.
But if, indeed, that's the next big adventure,
I hope it's a pleasant surprise.
I'd love to prove, or disprove,
All the theories I've had
About life and love,
And good and bad,
And wisdom and learning,
And ethics and such,
That faith is a pillar
And not just a crutch.
But, of course, I’m not worried,
I don't do that, you see.
"Que será, será",
What will be, will be.
But on the off chance that there is a hereafter,
I'd like to reserve a small space there for me.
And should any of you get there before I do,
Try to grab us a nice window seat with a view.
I'm a Poet
It goes without saying
In the event that you need
Some poesy rhyme
Come on and read some
Verse with me
Take a tour down poetry road
I got lots of jingle knowledge
I yowl, bellow and roar
I'm a Poet
And it fits me to a tee
On the off chance that you
Need some poetry in motion
Come and howl with me
''Nature can be exceptionally soothing, on the off chance, that we simply stop and listen in --to the harmonics of the earth.''
Makin' proper time for the rule of rhyme,
With a hint of lime, see? It ain't no crime.
I'm breakin' my fast, watchin' the broadcast,
See what's amassed, from first I'll everlast.
Standin' 'bout face causin' rackets in case,
I'll put in place all them chasin' my ace.
I'm on the off chance,
In my happen stance.
Makin' all eyes dance
In my happy stance.
Go 'head, call me fool, I'm shakin' the tool,
I'll make ya drool draggin' in the deadpool.
Rollin' the bones, riddin' the moss off stones,
Ev'ry bird moans payin' off all them loans.
Got my care package, it got ev'rywhere,
I know little bears, it's hard not to stare.
Put you in a trance
In my happen stance.
Knowin' in advance
In my happen stance.
Luck's my lady all-night, she's outta sight,
But she feels me alright, my hand's so sleight.
I make jokers laugh 'til they break in half,
Fall over their staff like a new-born calf.
Ain't no yearling, I'll start with static cling,
Who's askin' me "Is it good to be king?"
I'm author and lance
In my happen stance.
And it ain't by chance
In my happen stance.
I've been keeping at a Detroit distance,
Maintaining that chary "Buffalo Stance",
Patient with ink-filled scalpel for instance,
Don't you dare me, I am on the off chance.
Now I've shaken that speare, I'm shaking free,
What's that you say? I'm out of my pined tree?
Like I said 'fore, of all colours praise be,
Just as time, it is all the same to me.
'Cause I'm at it again, making m'own art,
Remembering order of horse and cart,
So, are you singing that line, "Don't you start..."?
The hour's near here, I hope you've learned your part.
I'll beam you into my Renaissance fair,
See you be still before my blue-eyed glare.
On the off chance,
that I’m not swimming in those eyes,
I would swear that her beauty lies,
somewhere across that smile.
There is just something,
so pure and divine,
as if to the clouds I ascended
and my mind it is fine.
I soar.
Where the laws of this world do not apply,
Where the sun never sets.
Where the moon always shines.
Where my feet ever glide,
across a soft summers sky.
Where I, the King of time,
rule in the name of you,
queen of mine.
As I would march twelve soldiers,
in the name of you.
Pray each and every one of them,
stand true.
So please, take my crown, my throne,
take everything I own,
melt it all and forge it into hope,
that I will yet again dive within her soul.
For I swear, her smile is magical,
beautiful, heavenly, calming.
To pour ink for the divine,
seems to be my calling.
The grains of sand, they keep on rolling.
I stand in their way, though the rivers they hold me,
and just as time did, it is I now that is falling.
Buried with hope, embracing peace slowly.
With a smile,
though man’s language too poor, to answer why.
Chance
accidents
intricate
yet plain
in time&space
counterpoints to
tease
& float in unreal
swirl &mounds
apparent to the eyes
textures
alive
opulent adventures
flowing
without restraint
turmoil released
energetic
explosions
of
loops&sprays
rich & strange
in a mist
without precedent
flung
splattered
a random
spontaneity
of liquid flowing
motion
arrested in space
in a life
of its own
an easy harmony
dripping
drop
by
drop
short moments
in rivers
of rain
off chance
inside to out
of the
unconscious
mind
haphazard
acts
lack
pattern
erupt
explode
bring
forth
change
&reform:
random
beauty
catches
the
eye
inspires
&
transforms
acquaintance
into
love
an FP
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