Grab up some pine I cut up last weekend,
back creaks as I put it up on the block,
splitting maul flashes, in an arc descends,
sinks deep in the wood with a meaty THWOCK.
Logs splinter off, tumble across brown grass,
coated in saw-dust from the chainsaw's blade,
small bits for kindling, they catch flame fast,
mix with bacon grease, fire-starters made.
Rack up the big stuff in a woody wall,
looks like a redoubt from the frontier days,
it seems like a lot, but we’ll burn it all,
when the snow comes here, it does come to stay.
Clean out the camp stove before frost sets deep,
nothing feels warmer than wood-fired heat.
I'd love to drive
A DB5
Be slim and nimble
Have a 'Q' issued thimble
Own a PPK
Called Walter some day
Raise an eyebrow at death
No intake of breath
Be attractive to women
Wear tight speedos to swim in
Have the Maldives as back-up
Let the Amex card rack-up
Pout on photos when taken
Rather martinis were shaken
It's a fantasy game
As I just stay the same
Not a credible hero
Only seven more than zero
Swerving in and out of lanes without
A care in the world. Great, now you cut
Into mine! Did you bother signaling?
Of course, you didn't. The impatience!
The rudeness! Flipping birds? Really?
Feuding with time could prove costly,
So ease off the gas pedal; stop baiting
State troopers. Reduce speed; you're
Heading home from work, or an errand,
I suppose, because the sun is setting.
Are you recreating "Fast Five" scenes, or
Living dangerously at motorists' expense?
Well, the highway is no NASCAR track!
I'm rather surprised you don't rack up
Speeding tickets, or do ya?
How about this; head to your destination
Half an hour early. Yeah, try that for a change!
Stay in your lane, slow down; you're begging
For an accident, the fatal kind. And quit
The road-raging! Should you even be driving?
We have a hundred brands of bubblegum
In the shops that line our streets.
We have thirty-five flavors of potato chips
For those with waistlines to increase.
We have cars and trucks of every size
To set our hearts aglow.
We have numerous streaming options
To watch our favorite shows.
We produce videos to show our many friends
When a sibling hurts themselves at play.
We have a myriad of schools and colleges
To rack up a debt we'll never pay.
We have a lifestyle to make the Angels cry
And instill in them a dose of Earthly pain.
We have more coffee shops than you can count
With caffeine to soak our shrinking brains.
We have such arrogance and hubris
To cause our neighbors fear and dread.
And we all have to possess an extra phone
Because we like the color red.
So with our Nation blessed with such abundance...
I have to question why
The very simple act of forgiveness
Remains in short supply?
The End
*Follow my cartoon at Webtoon Bob's Your uncle
How many lives must be taken?
How much blood will be split?
How many tombstones must be ordered?
How many souls will be taken from us?
Each day the numbers rises
As the number of cases
From the across the globe
Rack up in piles of corpses
To the poor innocent souls
That suffer under a curse?
How much longer must we watch
As we moan the departed?
How much longer must we suffer
Under this cruel tyranny?
How many dreams will you take?
How many bucket lists will you kick away?
How many goals must you slice down?
How many flames must be snuffed out?
How much longer must hearts' ache?
How much longer must eyes weep?
How much longer must spirits dive?
How much longer must sanity plummet?
The lives of the millions
The lives of the innocent
The lives of the pure
The lives of the dreamers
Their blood is on your hands
Their broken dreams pierce your feet
Like pieces of a glass vase that broke
Their books of life burned to ash
That you threw into the fireplace?
How many dreams must you steal?
How many dreamers must you kill?
How many souls must you sacrificed?
Just so you can save your pride!
Lightning fiercer glares to inform,
Clouds soon thunder above,
Boisterous waves rack up a storm,
Giving their ship a shove;
Lighthouse calmly gleams to remind,
Beacon so bright below,
Even in dark, their ship does find
Its guiding light aglow;
Light tower silently stands guard,
To storms not a stranger,
Bears the brunt of waves beating hard,
Saves their ship from danger;
In the sea of life, storms will blast,
Trying to rip your ship,
Look to the Lighthouse, you will last
Through all such stormy trips.
07/27/17
We hang low from angles
Back up we stack up
Like gold under rainbows
The pool balls we rack up
Back up we stack up
Words are in my veins
The pool balls we rack up
And stain onto my brains
Words are in my veins
So just trust me
And stain onto my brains
You better run if you're rusty
So just trust me
Like gold under rainbows
You better run if you're rusty
We hang low from angles
6-03-17
Daily Poetry #73, April 11, 2017
Word: Train
The miles rack up and the train continues it's path,
And I count down the distance for when we'll meet; simple math.
Love is such a complex thing that's constantly changing,
Like the train that I'm traveling on, let's keep on going.
Every night, the cold seeps in and chills me,
So I cuddle in the blanket, for you are all I see.
Before I fall asleep on this long and winding road,
I draw a heart on the window as I find our abode.
Clack! Clack! Wheels continue to turn on the track,
My heart races as I wish to have you back.
People come and go, day turns into night,
And when I'm lonely, I think of you, and I feel right.
I wake to the sound of the whistle crying out,
So I look around to see what it's about.
My stop has finally come, so I jump out of my seat,
Taking out my belongings, I can't wait for us to meet!
The bell lets out a final cry, people talk all around,
And as I call out your name, my voice barely makes a sound.
For some reason, I begin to lose faith and I look to the ground,
But arms wrap tight around me, and I realize:
I've been found.
You may withdraw yourself from others
Become quiescent or lackadaisical
Disrupt sleep or appetite alter
Feel sluggish or delirious
When the echoes of your parents'altercations
Rack up your eggshell mind
When you avoid people whose company
You've typically rejoiced relishing
Yet you remain part of the quotidian process
That regaling you would your emotions trivialize
The world should revere your right
To confront a loss thouroughly
Convalesce from their turgid prosperity
Immerse your weighty dejections
Schedule some constructive episodes
I can but accolade your approach
To coin a new gist of aliveness
Absorb and merriment apprize
Amend lamenting into cleansing
Strike a joke or be sarcastic
Amass and boast your high-pitched impetus
And above all your insights vitalize
Extoll your bewitching sorcery
And perceive a world better to be.
People are pacified by points of view
Let free for lying locked up for being
true
Insane from the pressure and what
we have to do
Judges influenced by investments
so the verdicts past due
Attorneys for hire, just a liar
Who knows the right people, money
is power
Minds bloom like a flower free under
the sun
And struggle for stimulation in cells
with none
Ignorance equals profit for those in
power
Charges rack up millions by the hour
The system, the trap
No Money, no power
Living can be a set-back it's difficult
to just be
There's no way two letters can
represent me
T.B.T