Ecstasy Unbound

If you try to beseech me as I'm Drinking in the sound Something will well within me Just like ecstasy unbound. A voice just like a saxophone so Sexy in its plea. A siren’s song compelling me To stroll into the sea.

Midnight Call-to-Arms

There’s a hunger deep inside of me 

That only you can cure.

A wanting and a needing

For a love that’s rare and pure—

For you’re that special someone

Who is meant to spend with me

A happy-ever-after.

An immense eternity—

My message-in-a-bottle—this is my

Midnight call-to-arms.

Whatever will it take to win

Your heart—I have but charm.

I’m not sure what that counts for but I

Do have it in spades

And wit, my love, with wit I shall

Conclude this love crusade.

Hasten with the fervor of a

Queen seeking a King

Who's cornered every suitor

And found them all lacking.

Find me in the corner

Of a Honky Tonk on Broad.

I’ll be there standing nervously

With wit and charm but flawed.

I lost my Pen

I lost my pen so long ago 

I can't remember when.

I used to keep these journals with

Lots of my poems in.

And I would hand them out to friends

Who'd comment in the columns

I loved their input and the glee

They shared within those columns.

Those notebooks really got around;

More than you'd really think.

I miss that fellowship of then,

That transcendental link—

I treated penmanship as art

And fashioned every line

To speak to someone with its face

Artistic by design.

I lost my pen so long ago,

Wherever could it be?

I think I left it back somewhere

In 1993.

I have to use this bloody app

And you can’t see the flourish, 

The artistry, with which I etch

These words, purposed to nourish.

This poem reminds me of the friends

I’ve steadily left behind.

Some of them really cared for me,

Some saw how my star shined.

I have to say it’s lonely now

With no one else around.

I scream into the internet

But it doesn’t make a sound,.

Sharks are Going Extinct

Sharks are going extinct

It's much, much worse than you think

So have a drink

Pretend to think

Because I won't be sleeping a wink!

Gullible

The gullibility of humans is our downfall.

The propaganda of the ruling class

Believe the lies they tell you with no questions

And then it will be you out on the grass.

They want to own the houses now as well

When working people cannot buy a home.

They feed us what they do not feed the hogs

In any other country but our own.

To avoid paying taxes on their wealth,

A trick they play upon the hapless masses

They pay the politicians to exclude them

Thus broke people are paying all the taxes

All so they can hoard more than they need

But Karma is a bitch, and she is real.

These nihilists believe in nothing.

But you and I both understand the deal.

Deforestation/Reforestation

Deforestation 

Is the cohabitation

That's corrupting fair nations

And ruining relations.

Think of the trees!

I exclaim with a breeze

As I'm fixing to freeze

In this tree with no leaves.

Lock me up! Lock me up!

Send me to bed!

You can't conduct murder

These trees are sacred!

China's not perfect,

Nobody is, but,

Those fuckers are planting

More trees than they cut!

Ignorance is Bliss

 I think back 

To when I was happiest

And it may have been cuddled 

With you there.

The two of us

Knowing that a future

Wasn't in the cards for us

Determined

Not to let that get in the way.

Living solely in the moment.

The two of us

Cuddled there.

Perfection

To me, you were perfection.

In every single way.

A visage of such beauty

I lost the words to say

I saw you 'cross the counter

Finishing your shift

Every time, my heart, it jumped

Your guise gave it a lift

But nothing's ever promised

And Fate would split us both

At least you knew I loved you.

Some would say that's growth.

Sonnet One

If love is all you’ve got I have enough

Please bring me something challenging to me

As difficult a problem as you’ve got

And I will solve it expeditiously.

 

The only time I’ve loved was in my youth

The only time I’ve lost to that degree.

I wish that, then, I realized the truth.

Relationships are idiosyncrasy.

 

I married someone I did not respect

But hidden were these truths to my young brain.

I didn’t treat her well and the effect

Was that I lost what I could not obtain.

 

They say that wisdom’s wasted on the Old.

At least that is the story we’ve been told.

Painful

 I thought that I might write a poem today

On sentimental thoughts within my brain.

I never quite know what they’re going to say.

But I’m always assured there will be pain. 

When thoughts are overflowing like a pot

That someone (you) has left unattended.

Then I examine all that I have got.

And try to mend the fences that need mending.

For all of Earth is my Shakespear’n stage

And my Ophelia’s the game of life.

When you cross her, she responds with rage

And carves humanity up without a knife.

And if my lover turns to target you,

Some people aren’t meant for this world, it's true.

Global Trek - Maiden Muse

Upon a night unlit by moon or star,

I gazed upon the visage of a lass.

And though the night was cold and she was far,

I still could see her image through the glass.

I set aside the mirror and I thought

Of everything surrounding her, I’d seen.

Then, taking it all in my brain, I sought

To use the information that I’d gleaned.

And so I set to trek across the globe.

I knew just where to look from all the clues.

And when I saw her my poor heart exploded

Finally, I’d met my Maiden Muse.

I crossed such ancient lands by land and sea

I crossed three oceans, longing to find thee.