Ephemeral Clockwork

Ephemeral Clockwork

Like a machine, Thanksgiving ends,

Black Friday starts, then Christmas,

Beaten by carols in malls and stores,

Badgered by Santas with

Buckets and bells.

Four weeks and this will all be gone,

And the pines be brown.

Another segment of what we're taught.

But poets are born, not made.

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Predators

The clerks at Pay Day Loans

Are sweet as Christmas candy.

And the customers like children

Smile and tell their stories.

“You owe three hundred, dear.”

“But, oh! Won't you take six?”

“Well, since you asked politely.

Have a happy day.

I'll see you in a month.”

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Forums

A highly populated thread

Where people post what they indite,

Not a trace of talent

Or humility in sight,

But lots of revelations,

Who they are, and how they write.

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A Fool And His Crap

A thing that I can't do -

All poetasters do it -

Is like my poesy,

Whether it is good.

Carefully though quickly

I've written it for years.

Nature could at least

Have let me like the stuff.

Yet just beneath the surface

Of my barely conscious mind

Lurks a loving feeling,

Though not that it is good.

Fools that any fool

Can see write total crap

Believe that they are gifted.

I'm no worse than they.

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Fate

Once a gentle person,

Then ripped off too often,

Murdered by his parents,

Languishes in jail.

The law is unforgiving,

Oblivious to reasons.

Psychologists know nothing,

And care a little less.

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The Anglophile

Too many sh-t-filled moments with England -

I'm not an Anglophile

Anymore – though Coward and Keats

And Oscar Wilde remain

Heroes forever – the British chill

And snobbery are legend.

And what's the source of their snobbery?

They murder all their poets.

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Not An Evolution

Donizetti at the Tower -

Verdi's Inquisition -

Puccini and the battlement -

Offenbach was strange -

Opera has changed -

Stories without music -

Killing nuns and Nixon -

Sills and Baby Doe -

And anyone who likes the new

Is different from me -

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The Mother

The eternal victim

Always justified

In each and any horror

Or atrocity,

She never felt remorse

And regretted nothing,

Except that she had children

Who persecuted her,

And all of whom she totally destroyed.

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