Category: My Poetry
-
Conjuring Rabbits
Conjuring Rabbits What shall we debate today? This or that or the other thing? The price of eggs? Or whether God exists? No matter. I’m ready for a good back-and-forth And a bucket-full of mental sweat. I’m feisty and full of kick. You pick the topic And the first volley is yours. I have been…
-
An Evil Pearl
An Evil Pearl There is a weight on my shoulders, A burden on my back. It accretes slowly, unnoticed, growing, An evil pearl Made acceptable With layers of nacre To smooth the rough edges And bouts of long association To round the corners. It is strange that things, When contemplated late at night In…
-
A Cautionary Tale – #2
A Cautionary Tale – #2 Swatting at the empty air before me I’m plagued with a fevered imagination Beset by angry bees. I have just enough knowledge to be dangerous And do some considerable damage If I am set free. Add to that a passing acquaintance with words And this becomes a volatile mix. Excitetable…
-
Half & Half
Half & Half Half of what I said was true And the other half was lies. There was no one there To judge the fact And say which one was which, To call me out and make me dance In payment for my ruse. So half was lies and half was truths And I simply…
-
A Cautionary Tale
A Cautionary Tale Swatting the empty air before me, Just another wandering soul Nursing his tremens. I’m plagued by a feverish imagination Beset by angry bees. I have just enough knowledge to be dangerous And do some considerable damage If I am released. Add to that a passing infatuation with words And this becomes a…
-
Apostasy
Apostasy I am willing to admit there is something That allows me to rise above These feet of clay. (this confession comes at a cost you cannot imagine) Yet it still shocks, even me, When something takes hold of my hand And guides it to write a line That may just be sublime, That may…
-
Coulda-Shoulda
Coulda-Shoulda Playing my “air“ chanter, I find I am roughly three notes behind And have left out most of the doublings. Now I only play the BIG notes And those with some imprecision. Those pesky eighths, sixteenths and thirty-secondths (?) Black flies darting all over the page, Skipping ftom bar to bar. I didn’t have…
-
Focus
Focus This scribbling is designed to Strengthen my mental muscle, Whip it into shape To regain what has been lost. Too long has it lain idle Gathering useless dust While feeding on past glories. But here, the opportunity presents itself To begin once again Thinking linear thoughts in logical progression Rather than scattergun blasts of…
-
Lucy & Her Diamonds
Lucy & Her Diamonds Why do I persist? I seem inept at all the other Trades or endeavours known to man. So, leaving a trail of destruction in my wake, I do what I am best suited for: Become a “Wordsmith” of a sort, A very loosely defined sort, Apprenticed to a master I can…
-
I Know The Way
I Know The Way. Time, age, infirmity: They seem to be conspiring All these arrows in the quiver of my enemy, To bind me and to blind me And to limit my options, To temper my whims And rein in my wayward nature. And so, I live a life that is subterranean, Mostly hidden from…
Palimpsest 