Short Gracelessly Poems
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I hope body electrocutes itself one last time.
I hope right after I hear a church bell chime.
I hope I pass fast, gracelessly in my sleep.
I hope I attain peace: God's love so deep.
Cranky crusty Codgers
Skeptical scornfully scowls
Youthful yearning Yonkers
Heartful happily howls
Spurned spiteful Spinsters
Graying gracelessly grumbles
Marvelous merry Maidens
Ravenous richly rumbles
Ghastly Grave Gathering
Gran and grandpa are gone
Giving grandchildren gifts
Generations greedy
Guilty, grabbing for gain
Granted gratis gold goods
Girls grovel gracelessly
Gluttonous grandkids grief
November 2016
The bird cuts across the sky
slicing the heavens up
like birthday cake.
Its wings acquire the hot breath
of life and it rises higher.
The bullet rips through
air, sending cake and icing
everywhere and the bird falls
gracelessly, swallowed
up by death.
Some people do not fall in love
They jump, headfirst, heedlessly
With little thought of where they'll land
Others dip in a toe and then
Either slide in cautiously or
Retreat with great haste, in contempt
Still others trip, most gracelessly
With much unseemly splashing
And left quite without their pride
Often, its some combination
Of the three above here listed
Two of us an unbridgeable dark chasm;
We strike sharp painful words full of sarcasm.
Finger pointing away to the other.
Imperfect we are to one another.
We used to walk amid rhythmic towers,
Youthful dreams and love each other for hours.
Alone and forgotten, gracelessly through
Melodic and rhythmic blankness askew.
Two of us an unbridgeable dark chasm,
No longer share the same enthusiasm.
When I look back and see
those bright white lights,
those colored balloons in clusters,
I think about regret.ƒ|
You danced gracelessly,
and I didn¡¦t dance at all. ƒn
Would it have hurtƒn
to tap your fabric shoulder?
Maybe it would have ruined that
night, and the crystal perfection
of our conciliatory wine glassesƒz
the sparkling ginger ale, our laughter
like the rapidly rising bubbles in
our drinks.
I think about regret.
I regret thinking of this.
This vexing pencil in turgid fingers I gracelessly hold
Sorcerer's lead conjures up casuistic captions, fools' gold
My peripatetic purple pen winks at my commands
Dancing to a distant drummer on sun-scorched parchment sands
A cunning keyboard mocks me, in cast-iron briefcase locked
Contrarian bent, loaded for bear, at my Muse pointed and cocked
What with erasers missing and forever low on toner ink
It's a wonder the poetic process has not driven me to drink!