To the till, oh you people!
That your barns may be filled with staple
To keep our ever-dynamic world growing
We must roll up our sleeves and set our hands to sowing
"Ask not what your country can do for you, But what you can do for your country,"
This charge from the great Kennedy
We must our consciousness renew
Heed the call for duty and creative breakthrough
And at the end of each work day
With gratitude to God our Creator we pray
Thanking Him for the progress and lessons made
That on the morrow, at the till, we’ll be wiser and on course to be paid!
Categories:
staple, dedication, poetry, prayer, work,
Form: Rhyme
this surgery is never guaranteed
some come away looking terrific
they don’t publicize those left dead
buried in a foreign grave
my friends will take the risk
dreams of being thin
not me this time
I shall stay
alive
fat
Categories:
staple, sick,
Form: Etheree
As the mirror photographs eyes,
Tongues running laps read glazed signs,
Broken phone calls your label
Talking fire cuts fixed cable,
Voices piling in rooms behind.
Snapshotting darkness as I dine,
Mailing timepiece's vessel skies,
Painkillers rocking the cradle,
As the mirror photographs eyes.
The brain's carcass sees the sun rise
Rotating roads, token trails sigh,
Step on streets in staples,
The deck of cards on the table
Covers stained face, breaking disguise
As the mirror photographs eyes
Categories:
staple, allegory, allusion, analogy, angst,
Form: Rondeau
Are there Staples in this staple sandwich?
I ask in the ER in the hallway
Where my bed for the night is
Where I need earplugs
To dim the constant sound of my mind
There is no room in this overbooked
Busy mind of mine
Red, blue and yellow thumbtacks, like MnMs
Make dull points, melted into the cookies
As I eat them without pain
Looking down at the plastic box that says
Staple Sandwich
I wonder
Does it really have staples?
I still ate it
Categories:
staple, mental illness,
Form: Free verse
smiles for the unpredictable
anger for the bitter-hearted
humility for the divine-hearted
Categories:
staple, allusion, humanity, truth,
Form: Triolet
The pursuit is not as much to attain
The full ripeness of self-confidence,
But to rather pass through it,
To observe its gears from the mind's
Eternal shore, its brass and bravado.
I saw three orange lights on New Years Eve
In the dark and smoky distance
Of my parent's neighborhood.
Then above the street three clouds converged,
one swallowing the other, the third
Swallowing both.
Does the mere fact that we are loved
By God give us all the certainty we will
Ever need? In our movements, thoughts,
And actions?
I shifted in my patio chair,
and suddenly noticed not three lights,
But four. These I stapled to my heart.
Categories:
staple, life
Form: Free verse