Never came close to starving
didn't wait tables or wash dishes
Never hung out in the subway
no cults or commune on my resume
Didn’t stay up late at night smoking dope
Actually know how to spell hope
My soul is not tortured
nor my clothing mortgaged
I wash my hair oftener than you think
(if you count the toilet as a bathroom sink)
Vote Republican, straight ticket
Don’t consider Trump a bigot...
A poet I became after years of sniffing glue
~ all those model airplanes that didn’t flew
Categories:
oftener, humor, me, poets,
Form: Couplet
For what the wordly hate
The spiritual would wait
Sexual intercourse after marriage
A fanatical pursuit of Mary's image
At what The Wordly jeer
The spiritual would cheer
The gravelly carriage
Of The Domiciled in village
What the former often waste
The latter oftener preserve with haste
The grossly undervalued chaste
Sometimes ,a soon-to-be-spat-out toothpaste
The Wordly eulogizes not Honesty
Why mess around at all with a coward's modesty?
The untouchable theories about Fate
Religious men's most enduring bait.
Categories:
oftener, hate, poems, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
Mightily buoyed by cherished blood,
Brazen struts laxest wit undeterred;
And fair nobles her giddy vinos swill
Oftener than mild sips of ironed skill.
Sometimes charmed by gilded gold
Slack sense glues tighter than truth,
Icing to death the latter's warm hold,
Though it be sharp as reptile’s tooth.
Frequent wins heresy’s easy path
Grand crystalline Heaven’s wrath,
And fleeting mirths procured thus
At last become unmitigated curse.
Subtly hallowed by saint and priest
Sneaks warped reason’s sliest gist,
Oiled by figures on oaths deponed,
Sentinels of truth in bold ink toned.
Featherweight thinking finally weds
Strictest law under unspoken knots;
Neutering the former’s diabolic beds,
Desecrating the other's stern courts.
Categories:
oftener, allegory, allusion, anger, evil,
Form: Didactic
How high the bar that makes a poet Real!
(He walks in mists, and shadows of himself)
To be a poet, is to burn with steel
Set short time in the forge, the lesser self!
He brands his heart with fiery words, set down
And burns his mind with thinking, ‘til it glows,
He hopes, of sonnets, his will be the Crown,
And hopes that all the brilliance of light, shows!
But, oftener, he writes a humble piece,
A few words cramped into a simple form,
But somehow, in his feelings, a release!
Yes, humble-bumble often is the norm.
And that high bar, he reaches seldom, and
Leaves barefoot footprints in the fruity sand.
2/20/2019
Categories:
oftener, funny, humor, humorous, poetry,
Form: Sonnet
Why for oft' aflutter in fear, oh oftener of the fiery forge forelorn,
By which binds in bronze of a metallurge, wears the neck around ye sworn.
The anvil awaits the hammer whose smith has struck with arms embraced,
Round lo flames and fumes of fuels and stones 'ave been together laced.
Dragon's breath and salamander's sighs have cloaked the masked basilisk,
And stirred within each waft o' swirling smogs a smock with a wooden whisk.
Heed my warning, oh oftener of the fiery forge forelorn,
For around ye neck-laced choken neck wears what I do warn.
Categories:
oftener, evil, fear,
Form: Couplet
I saw her cry today
Tears, trickled down her face
I saw her cry today
I was shocked and amazed
I saw her cry tonight
She never cried in front of anyone
I oftener wonder did she not care
or was she so strong to never come undone
I saw her cry tonight
And that's when i knew
She had been broken
And all this time it was strength that saw her threw
Categories:
oftener, age, beautiful, heartbroken, love,
Form: ABC
Your friends with benefits are no true friend:
as (au contraire!) your friends when used are a
perverse weed from which you must then defend
against when trust and friendship sweep away;
your friends aren't lovers' toys to be abused
or spent on reckless nights of screwing (them)
where prudence is forsaken and unused
because you just feel like it on a whim.
But if you choose to love your now good friend(s)
then do so at your own risk and danger
as oftener than not you'll in the end
only create just another stranger:
if you err in this but ne'er broke your word,
then this you may forswear you read or heard.
Categories:
oftener, best friend, betrayal, desire,
Form: Sonnet
You'd never know to see me now
that I was ever young,
and never found myself alone.
My songs were all unsung.
I didn't know my life was rich
with full measure of love.
I wasn't born with silver spoon
but with blessings from above.
The sunny days came oftener
than they seem to come today.
I didn't need expensive toys
to be happy in my play.
Those childhood days are over
and will never come again.
I remember them as full of joy,
can't recall a single pain.
I don't remember times when I
felt lonely or alone.
As middle child of large family
I was never on my own.
I remember happiness
in arms of the man I'd marry
as well as those two children
and the other one I carry.
I'm widowed now with children grown,
and I'm living on my own.
Even though I know I'm cherished
I spend most of my time alone.
But I recall togetherness
and happily running free
and all the good folks I have loved,
no longer here with me.
Categories:
oftener, family, happiness,
Form: Rhyme
Many a time,
I am dead,
and as yet arise alive,
to feel good and bad,
if feeling bad recurs more oftener,
than feeling good,
then situation again rises,
when I once more am dead,
bad sometimes is shame,
sometime my untruths,
and at others my dishonesty,
sometimes my blatant betrayal of innocent,
and at others my violence on weak,
it is not that I cannot control feeling bad,
but sometimes and quite often at that,
I feel very good before despairing into deep bad,
now I have resolved,
as lot of bad has happened,
that company or no of devils,
I will avoid doing bad,
and be dead only once,
when I can not do any good or bad.
Categories:
oftener, inspirational, life, philosophy, betrayal,
Form: Free verse