Lurking Shadows

One of life's greatest joys 

was to scare my poor little mother.

Lurking Shadows

Lurking, lurking shadows

Go creep, creep, creep

Prowling boys stealth gamble 

Unhinged mothers

Weep, weep, weep

Veiled deadly assassins 

With hollow hearts

And ghostly eyes

With deucedly sinister schemes

Profound in element of surprise

Yet these skilled vigilantes

In concealment 

These canny masters of disguise

Seek not the pleasure of hiding, but

Horrified mommies and their cries

 

The Origin of Poetry?

The Origin of Poetry? 





Poetry,
a vessel in the potter's hand
tailored to his pleasure
conformed to his demand
how does it so sooth?
this revelation and fruition of muse?
such poetical device
such delicacy of word
such contrivance of heart
begotten two-winged bird
flown throughout the ages
by quill, pens, and pages
a literary contagious art
who can tell, from hence did it start?

Birds of a Different Song

Birds of a Different Song


You know,  I'm really sorry things never
materialized when we were together
I guess mere attraction doesn't
mean love after all
And if we were ever "love birds"
We never took flight
Rather our wings were clipped
Scratch, claw, fight
And there was no song between us
Just birds of a foreign feather
My fickleness, your weather
My paycheck, your pleasure
My macho tendency, your insecurities
My vindication, your javelins
My containment, your unravelings
We were never meant to be
Separated, divorced
And now we're three
I hope you find
that love song
in the bird
you so
longed
for
goodbye.




April PAD day 3

ENGORGED

ENGORGED

Engorged and crapulous
With penned prose entrées
Savory sonnet sides
Desert haikus
And sweet wordle pies