Open

Open

When you told that fellow what you felt

And what she did to make you feel that way,

It was true and natural and open,

But created wounds for evil pathogens.

The world's a rotten place.

It could be bliss,

But it isn't -

Nature, god and man!

Some are killed because they tell the truth.

Others start a war with honesty.

Innocence will only work in heaven.

 

The Family

Maniac and Brainiac

And overwhelming bore!

Mother, son and father.

For now, forevermore.

This unlikely trio

Floats among the stars.

The holy parents shout so.

If Jesus goes to bars

The parents will not see him.

They'll be on a box

Preaching to the universe.

That's a paradox.

Desperate and lonely

The son wants so to keep

This family together.

It shattered in his sleep.

Friends

I was never honest.

I was never true.

I never had a friend.

Now I think there's you.

I was always gentle.

I was always kind.

Entrance to my heart

Was from behind.

 

Another Poem For My Niece

She learned by living through it

A thousand times or more.

Her father and her lovers

Knew the score.

Setting people up

Then ripping people off.

At life and what it teaches,

Don't scoff.

For 37 years

Robin walked through hell.

Now she plays the game,

And damn! She plays it well.

 

A Rhyme

Catholics have kids.

On this crowded earth they lay them.

Protestants have prayers

And constantly they say them.

Americans have enemies

And on television slay them.

I love a man who knows

The games, but does not play them.

If you like my poems, I have several collections on Amazon, both paperbacks and Kindle.  To see them, go to Amazon and type Joseph Hart Poetry in the search bar.