Poems

The True Friend

I wouldn't give my money

To the only friend

Who is a decent person

You've got.  Yet you extend

Everything to her.
The notion makes me choke!

She's here to steal your money.

Is this some kind of joke?

Look at how she dresses.

Listen to her lie,

And duck around the corner,

And then come back and cry.

She's covered with tattoos

Like something from a carney.

You are filled with love,

She with sh-- and blarney.

7-16-13

 

Endgame

I'm sure the day will come.

I will stand alone

Like Jesus in the temple

And with an ass' bone

Drive these fiends and creatures

Who do not like to give

Out of my existence,

Far from where I live!

7-16-13

 

New Poems

The log jam has been broken.

And several poems seep

Through the crevices

On a wave of sleep.

Darkling in the shadows,

I cannot see my soul.

The human race is foreign,

And everyone is whole.

Any notion that

The human tongue can tell

Is suitable for poetry

If it's written well.

7-16-13

 

Hiatus

I want to write some poems,

Beautiful and kind.

I'm lost to images,

And all the rest is mind.

When I write a poem

Or simply sit and jot,

I glean my heart for every

Aspect of the thought.

Everyone likes pictures,

Especially the sea.

Poets conjure images,

All of them but me.

So my verse is flat,

Like Burns and Arnold. I

Have no imagination,

And I don't know why.

I have gone a couple

Days without a song.

These deadly desert spells

Do not last for song.

I couldn't write before,

Nothing fit to keep.

All it took to prime me

Was several hours sleep.

7-16-13

Wit

When I was an orphan

Sleeping on my cot

I wished a sense of humor.

Now it's all I've got.

Once noisy and obnoxious,

Raucous like the sea,

I make people laugh,

Everyone but me.

7-16-13

 

The Thief

See the nifty thief.

Cute beyond belief.

She'll rob you til you're blind.

No bauble left behind.

Chauffeured by a thug.

Lying like a rug,

She'll con you. She's a rip.

Not clever, only hip.

Essentially she's slime.

Tattoos, rap and Coors.

Never paid a dime,

Unless the dime was yours.

Roaches in her shack.

She'll be coming back.

7-15-13

Frankie & Johnny

Frankie followed Johnny.

Johnny turned and hit him.

Frankie had no choice except

To pull a gun and shoot him.

Why was Johnny followed?

Anyway it doesn't matter.

No one nice as Frankie

Really ought to go to jail.

7-15-13