A man's joke could not trigger laughter:
A good one about helicopter
Some poor guy often flew in dreams
While in true life could not pay for creams;
Audience of joke cracker creditors,
Who needed prompt cash for auditors;
Three with him for their thousand dollars,
On that day joke cracker's First callers.
"So, why these tales about helicopter
And opening an unwished chapter?"
Tales might veer to roofs of rafter
Now left for Generations after...
Joke got the more intolerable,
When he said not things honorable
They are not leaving him just, like that
Each need to show rat he'd turned a cat
Yes, jokes could fall flat for bad timing
And one can't restore them with miming.
Categories:
unwished, business, conflict, cry, fear,
Form: Rhyme
How did he get to The Square
And then into it, for it's rare?
We can't him shoot; it'd be unfair
But we can't him leave; not this year.
Be advised to not cough: this blare;
It's The Thing to do and well fare.
Not that for this fellow I care;
Some acts one shouldn't again dare
Braved access to this out of bounds
Had had to yield unwished red mounds
But - pooh! - one could sit on a chair
And this keep chewing with raised hair
"How? How? How? Into out of bounds
It's been strict monitoring rounds.
Categories:
unwished, allusion, career, people, wisdom,
Form: Rhyme
The Gift
Long days gather
like clouds on the horizon,
empty as popped balloons
Sucked dry of any
little it of morrow
To frail to thread
upon a string
Brittle as a
taste of death
Bleak as unread words
on a blank page
A gift unwished for...
unwrapped to reveal
a hopeless
entanglement of growing old
Categories:
unwished, age,
Form: Blank verse
The Gift
Long days gather
like clouds on the horizon,
empty as popped balloons
Sucked dry of any
little it of morrow
To frail to thread
upon a string
Brittle as a
taste of death
Bleak as unread words
on a blank page
A gift unwished for...
unwrapped to reveal
a hopeless
entanglement of growing old
Categories:
unwished, poetry, sad,
Form: Blank verse
Travelling down these sentences we find
Unknown,unsought, unthought, but always real
A home where we can rest our fragile minds
The people dropped,the habits left behind.
The good, the mediocre, what we steal
While travelling with the sentences we find
The hate that frees,the love that too close binds
The heart, the soul, the body, how we feel
For homes where we can rest our fragile minds
The touch that chills, the distances unkind
Unwished for yet demanding all the soul.
Unravelling are our sentences unblind.
The freezing looks,the glories undermined
Ill timed,ill gotten, ills both new and old,
Hedge homes where we could rest our fragile minds
I have never dwelt in realms of gold;
But there are many stories never told.
Suffering our own sentences we find
A home that welcomes, our more liberal minds.
Categories:
unwished, absence, allusion, anxiety, trust,
Form: Villanelle
PET this pretty kitty,monster
oh, WET is progress-pink disease
of love,my victims(like when i break
your heart i won’t deny it all
so we suffer the Bigness of your
LITTLEST pelvic region
so unwish a world of pity flesh
and my need for guidance is so much
like-more the world born–pity my
poor flesh(i “hyper-magical beauty”)kitty
so WET and in need of a good petting hand
and two eyes upon
my ever unwished words(never save me
from these evil deeds of desire)ugh,
ultra-omnipotence makes me hot and with
a hell to pay the angels say,”what the
devil needs to know I always seem
to suffer myself;”
so pet this pretty kitty,monster
yeah, a wet progress-pink disease o’love
:: 09-01-2015 ::
Categories:
unwished, poetry,
Form: Free verse