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Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Dogma

Some believe
That love wanes when evil
Is unrestrained—
But why should we acquiesce
To such common knowledge?

Sunday, August 29, 2010

Hybrids

Neither good nor bad, neither true nor false,
Our lives refuse to offer simple options.
With all our knowledge and all our effort,
Still we struggle to find acceptable
Routes that lead to the future we desire.
Can’t we find a source of motivation
“Clean” enough to fuel this nation’s will
And not pollute relationships amidst
Our own divergent population? Surely
So many viewpoints, each with glowing dreams
And new ideas to draw upon, can fuel
Our corporate good with all the power needed.
Engines stalled by ravaged hopes need not
Remain unused, but drive us on to greatness.
Synergy’s the key—but will we keep on
Searching till we find that proper blend of
Hope and harmony that breeds respect?
On that discovery our future hangs.

Friday, August 27, 2010

Partly Wholly

“What I believe” demands a commitment
I think I‘m mostly willing to give,
Although of that I’m no longer certain.
My heart is divided; my lust for more
Clings too tightly, strangling my reason.
I struggle with doubts, hedge my opinions,
And second-guess the straight and narrow way.
In ages past, both “holy” and “wholly”
May have shared bonds to a single truth…
But I’m neither saint nor whole today.

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Snorgasm

The quest to find a little sleep
Involves much more than counting sheep;
It’s fresh sheets on a well-made bed
And pillows for your weary head.
A glass of milk might calm your nerves
When stress has drained your last reserves,
Or nightlights bring a cheery glow
When nagging fears refuse to go.
Your needs indulged, to bed you scamper;
Soon you’ll awake, a happy camper!

But sometimes life won’t act in deference
To your needs—and then the difference
Shows through clearly: You must choose
Between your life or a plushy snooze.
Against this tension you may struggle—
Should I work, or should I snuggle?
But when I’m forced to face this chasm…
I much prefer a good snorgasm.

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Feral Musings

The homeless cat
Crawled out of the brush pile
With a limp chipmunk
Held in her jaws
And trotted fearlessly
Across my backyard.
Money problems
Are too tame for her.
I envy her strength,
But find chipmunk stew
A bit too gamey
For my taste.

Sunday, August 22, 2010

Solar Flare

One smile
And her magnetism overpowers me
As she passes by—
All my feeble attempts at
Communication are disrupted.

Friday, August 20, 2010

Black Hole

No peace
Radiates from the icy space
Where she orbits.
DANGER! Avoid crossing
Into her event horizon!

Thursday, August 19, 2010

Stonehenge

The ancient ring of stone, now ever-present
In our imaginations, still perplexes us.
Its purpose yet unclear, we scurry anxiously
Through it, over it, around it, ever seeking
Some small piece of a puzzle lost
Through eons spent becoming more ourselves
And putting off our awkward adolescence.
What did we do there? Who did we do it to?
Did once we have a knowledge, crucial knowledge
That might provide this day with needed light
And end our worries, maybe teach us peace?
Perhaps our history holds a helpful key—
But maybe not. A ring of stone, no matter
What its age, cannot revive our spirits
Nor dampen all the evils deep within.
We will not find salvation in a stone.

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Bait

That tasty fish that I just ate
Met its demise because of bait.
Its name (before it met its fate)
Is now preceded by “The Late…”
It made me think about my date;
She’s beautiful, but should we mate?
Temptation put him on my plate…
Excuse me, hon. I think I’ll wait.

Sunday, August 15, 2010

World at War

Flowing stream
Runs rapidly southward
To sluggish sea.
Salmon charge northward;
Corals withstand a storm.

Friday, August 13, 2010

Pure Politics

With silent precision
Born of ancient arts,
One puff;
Death claims its victim,
The entourage feigns innocence

Thursday, August 12, 2010

Another Experiment Update

A newer chapter has been added. Updates
To the page where I record my ongoing
Experiments have been rare, though my quest
Continues. Take the time to see what's there;
Perhaps it will inspire your own creations.

Charybdis

Round and round—at times life seems
But a dizzying whirlpool, smashing beams
And spars like toothpicks, crushing dreams
Of the day my ship comes in

Unlike Odysseus, I will face
Its growling hunger; by God’s grace
Across its funnel I will race
And squelch its noisy din

And when my victory ends this pain,
I’ll christen my new life with champagne
And for all my mates she drove insane
I’ll celebrate this win

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Japanese Game Show

Your silly antics
Result in cheap laughs for
American viewers…
And you get no residuals.
What were you thinking, dude?

Sunday, August 8, 2010

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Friday, August 6, 2010

Super Vision

When I was young, my dream
Was to be like Batman.
Strong, smart, rich, rough, no fear—
All the things I wasn’t.
In time I realized
I need rescuing; I’m
Not the rescuing type.
Would Saint John of the Cross
Have termed this awareness
The “Dark Knight” of the soul?

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Odds Are

Nothing’s really certain around this place
Lately. With so many uncertainties
Facing me, so many problems to solve,
Sometimes it seems as if I’ll never win.
But I’m an optimistic gambler. I
Grab those old bones, shove ‘em in a dice cup,
And shake those babies for all they’re worth. Maybe
I roll a seven, maybe I get snake-eyes…
But I stay in the game and take my chances.
Odds are, one day I’m gonna break the bank.

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

In Praise of Stupid Rhymes

Comic poems with antic meter
Make a bad day slightly sweeter.
Some detest such cheery humor—
They like hearing spicy rumor.

My opinion isn’t hazy—
Sourpusses drive me crazy!
Sorrow-spewing blunderbusses
Drive me mad with all their fusses.

Let ‘em have their gossip chorus;
Give me laughs—they’re more canorous!
Once from fun I have partaken...
I'll survive their bellyachin'.

Sunday, August 1, 2010

Prison (rewrite)

Trying to improve the first version. It’s
A minor change, but I think this works better.


Realization:
Solitary confinement
Feels worse in a crowd