Reckoning Poems

A day of reckoning

Karma suddenly dropped the other shoe
She bit off more that she could chew
Payback’s a b*tch when you’re a snitch

A MAGA Reckoning

They don’t care if we call him a pedophile
pedophilia is known to them all
From the uncle that’s always too friendly
to the pastors, the short and the tall

They don’t care if they lose education 
they’re distracted with stories and lies
Barely reading a lease or a contract 
they are owned by the man and his guise 

Soon

Post 2-0-2-4

Shock!
unreal, unshaken disbelief.
Choice!
the people spoke, 
democracy breathes.
What was promised—
a mirage,
a lie.
False hopes built to divide,
now shattered,
leaving many wide-eyed,
denied,
unrecognized,
lost in the wreckage of the unexpected.
Post 2-0-2-4
A reckoning.
A trauma.
A truth too sharp to ignore.

Reckoning

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The Road to Maximus and Winter’s de-Reckoning

“The Road to Maximus and Winter’s de-Reckoning” 

Winter pulled me into Her
like I was Her new season
and cooly stroked my fevered skin 
like the contours of my body 
were the finest Lotus silk
an expensive treasure 
never seen before nor felt 

She curled into the shaded Summer fox hollows of me
and walked nonchalantly without a care

Sockdologizing Old Man Trap

You sockdologizing old man-trap long decayed
where claws curl tight in dust and brittle bone
your lies are hyenas dancing in the flame
their jaws a rattle tearing flesh to stone
their laughter cracks the silence and the name
of truth that bleeds until the world has grown
as hollow as the bones they gnaw upon
each tooth a dagger that breaks

Reckoning

Painting the music on a bow
The lure fashioned a form
The engine and a circuit
A pinning of a crucial phenomenon
A policy by allowance
A permission into wheat
Each probable wind opportunity for sketch
Probability be the ghost of a denied greed
Fingers to the bees and failing fads
For picking and choosing and refusing the swarm
In the best indiscrete
Such the creatures

Reckoning Diabetes

Written: June 08, 2024

                               ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I am recognizing this horrible condition
It is to assess the effect it will generate
Every shard and unit of the human body.

Also,

Dead Reckoning

An ancient mariner in the seamless sea, 
I’m sailing for ages in the intuited undefined course 
in sparkling sunshine and tormenting tempest,
on the rolling timeless teal waves, 
rising high to sanguine sky, falling low to onyx depression,
as my boat pitches, I toil to float in journey uncertain.

The moonless opaque nights descend 
with the debris of

Dead Reckoning

 "God sent neither a philosopher or a general,
but a savior with the power to forgive."

                                       

Dead Reckoning

Why did I have to silence my brain
Thinking it would alleviate the pain,
If only that hair trigger had paused
... Now look at all the troubles I caused

Forget the moment the last breath drew
The people who cared more than I knew,
Tomorrow is nothing but grass and grave
Six feet from all the love that I crave ...

Alone

DEAD RECKONING

DEAD RECKONING

That stain of guilt, it haunts me still
And it will live with me until
The end of days, when that arrives
As we account for all our lives
In that moment one pays the bill

A veil of black, no tuck or frill
When ink has dried upon the quill
And rust has blunted all the knives
That stain of guilt

When

Reckoning

Blood debts paid with blood
Have no mercy to your foes
Too, more blood flash flood.

A Reckoning Of Illumination

“A Reckoning of Illumination”

Autumn winds fall delicately upon my weary soul 

Light from a heavenly place surrounds my interpretation of the scripture 

Elemental hues of grace cascade down from the enlightened sky 

A mystical proposition of truth sets the somber filaments of inquisition ablaze 

As the Herculean sun lays bereft in the unforgiving atmosphere of

The Reckoning

A reckoning, daring taunt bestowed 
my weariness, a covenant catering 
to the boundary, of self why I'd become
 
more open to resolve, life's issues
abundantly, as though life was simply,
a passing fancy, cleverly orchestrated 

to be rehearsed, over and over again 
while I'd gravely, excepted a single 
faint hue, as a quaint challenge
 
flowing as a

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