Morgan in the Delayed Dawn

It is time for Morgan

For a walk through the Ley

It should be Dawn again

But it has been thrown into delay

What has transpired

Who has maligned

Where is the sky afired

How is the Dawn unfind

Who messed with time

The dark is pitch

No one can see her dress with lime

Morgan is ready to glitch

Time of daylight savings

It's a curse

The road's now invisible pavings

Whatever could be worse

The thing that's most foul

With the extension of dark

The monster's still on the prowl

And to Morgan it will hark

Because it wants her beating heart

In the palm of it's claw

To twist it apart

And chomp it in its maw

So Morgan will wait an hour

Rocky Ride

 Another poem I found when trying to clean up the boxes in my study.  When this is from, I'm not sure.  It could trace back to high school, but it could be from later, college or my twenties.

The world is coming to an end

Some see natural catastrophe

of floods and fire, of earthquakes

and locusts as from long ago

They warn of the coming of the apocalypse.

As for survivors, only true believers need apply.

Some see doom in the rise of technology

and the fall of humanity.

Filth and pollution and environmental destruction

leave the world a decayed apple.

fit only for worms and other creatures

that thrive in the slime.

Others see the end as coming in man's aggressive toys.

Bmbs and germs and other things

that can make the world go boom in a press of a button.

They warn of the spread of this terror

to smaller countries and littler people.

Pompous dictators and idealistic revolutionaries dying to start the war

no one will survive.

Others close their eyes to the coming doom

And choose t olive out their lives in blissful ignorance

consuming themselves into oblivion.

Some even preach the gospel of hope, 

that man can conquer any problem

and the end is only the fantasy of gutless doomsayers.

But I, just like the small boy

on his first roller coaster ride at the amusement park,

only want a hand to hold

during the rocky ride.

Interior Design

 

No pictures today

They all fade away

Just me and a keyboard

Trying not to be bored

I have pets in the house

Not one is a mouse

A roach thinks it's cute

But I give it the boot

I am surrounded by books

It gets cozy looks

Right now I'm reading three

Some of them are free!

What? How are they free?

Because I got them from the public LI-BRAR-EEE!

I'm in two book clubs

Occasionally the book flubs

But not the people

They're not sheeple

They're independent and fun

And burn less than the sun

The sun I must avoid

It makes my skin annoyed

On doing more rhymes I must pass

Turns out I'm not Ogden Nash

Hovel Havel Hevel

 Hovel Havel Hevel

Sandal Candal Pandal

Cash Dash Yash

Formal Normal Iormal

English has many words

if it's not enough 

you make your own

people only understand a handful anyways

Real Seal Qeal

Fail Sail Dail

Cardboard Yardboard Nardboard

Zoo Poo Loo

I think that the last one was all good

Oh boo, too many rhymes

There may be a coup

To straighten who?  Yoo!

Insufferable Nonsense is my middle name

Cheers of an Ugly Mob

 

I do not wish to create a maze.

I don't want to be blocked by haze.

I want to see where I am going,

I must observe what they're showing.

I stand where a great nation once stood

Before it was draped in a white hood.

Progress only comes in fitting starts

Only to be dragged back and torn a parts.

The ugly mob cheers lie after lie

Even after she tries to challenge, try after try.

Hope itself begins to fade

Inside the bubble that CNN made.

Dark Steps Across a Shadowed Land

 I went out today

Headed down the way

Dark steps across a shadowed land

Track marks left in crimson sand

Treasure me here

Forget me there

I can no longer meet you

I can no longer greet you

The town is a buzz

The people are scuzz

They spread their poison with glee

They know not what  I see

Maybe it was too soon

It's still the time of the loon

Everyone's in their maskless glory

Spreading their germ-filled story

They're not ready

Life's not steady

I don't want to live in fear

But I am surrounded by madness here

I finish my roam

I head back home

Across the burning sands I tread

Leaving where sanity has fled

What about next week

Is that too soon to seek

Will it have played out by then

Or will it still be too early for zen

Too soon

Too. Soon.

So I wait 

So, I. Wait.

Musings on Mueller's Eve

'Twas the night before Mueller, and all through the House
Not a member there who was not conferring, even Nancy the mouse
The questions were considered with all due care,
In hopes that Mueller would soon be there
The report they all should have reads
Had now to be crammed into their heads
And Nadler pacing, and Schiff with his thinking cap
Had just settled in to handle all the Republican crap
When out on the White House lawn there arose such a clatter
And they sprang to their Twitter to see what was the matter
Away to the toilet his little fingers the keys he did mash
And tore out the country's soul with his infantile trash
Schiff threw open a window. looked up, and saw the waning moon
Giving a glow of pale yellow, the dawn it could not come too soon
When, what to his wandering eye should appear,
But an Uber, with the Squad that the Twitterer did fear
Led by a young woman, so lively to see,
Schiff knew in a flash that it must be AOC
"Now, Rashida!  Now Ayanna!  Now Ilan and more!
On, Adam!  On, Jerry!  On all who defend truth's shore!
To the top of the Hill!  To the top of the hearing room!
Now dash away all!  We do not need to stay in gloom!"
So into the House they flew
With a sack full of questions - and AOC too:
And they crammed all the night
Brainstorming whatever could make this right
As they drew in their questions and turned around,
Down the hallway came Mueller with a bound.
A bundle of hope was flung on his back,
And he looked like he been through a lot of flack.
"Will you answer our questions, or will be like Yoda,
A mystical Buddha with nothing but code-a?"
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Made them think they maybe might not have anything to dread.
He said not a word but went straight to his work,
Making each there feeling a bit like a jerk.
He sprung to his limo, and bid all adieu
Leaving them lost as to what they should do
But they heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight

"Just read the report!  For God's sake, could I lay it out any plainer???"



I know not what tomorrow brings.
But I fear nothing will sink into the Trumpeteers.  Nothing.
"Twas the night before the Mueller hearing,
And into my heart, fear is searing.

God help us all.

Dimming Senses: Flash Fiction Friday

I cannot see the rainbow at the end of the forested gold.

I cannot hear the wind that is spinning the turbines of a new age power.

I cannot smell the drafts of befouled air spewed out by industrial giants.

I cannot touch the crisp sheet on the dreamer's bed.

I cannot taste the swirling spirit of your beautiful soul.

My senses have been dimmed, my being overloaded by the taxation of numbers.

Damn!

When is this tax season gonna end?



Man, that was definitely flashy but I don't know how fictiony.  More like a nonsensical prose poem.

I had to try.  Maybe a little too soon, but I am beginning to see/hear/smell/touch/taste that tax season may actually to move towards the exit. 

Be brave!  Soon I may be able to play a favorite game - CREATE YOUR OWN SPRING BREAK!!!

My Darling May

My Darling May

She’s fading away

A little bit more every day

Not remembering she just made toast

Forgetting that in the oven there is a roast

It makes me sad that the short term is fleeting

But that’s not what turns up my heart’s beating

Six weeks ago, you didn’t know BarkyBeers

Our loving Pomeranian of fifteen years

The dog who gave you an infinity of smiles

A dog you walked with for countless miles

Four weeks ago, you didn’t know your grandbabies

No recognition, no ifs, ands, or maybes

The grandbabies whom shared your love seats

The grandbabies you lavished with toys and treats

Two weeks ago, you didn’t know where we live

You went out the door in search of a relative

An Aunt who had passed in Seventy-Four

It took me and the police to bring you back to our door

A week ago, you didn’t know the boy

The boy we raised for twenty years, our boy Roy

The boy you carried in your arms

The boy who made you smile with his charms

Then yesterday, you didn’t know me

The loving partner every day you see

The man who wears your wedding band

The man who walks with you hand in hand

Today I took you to the park

At first you thought I was your brother Mark

I sat with you on a bench and looked at thee

For a fleeting second, you came back to me

A kiss, a tender kiss

It was everything I wish

Your eyes met mine

We were briefly fine

In tune

Together

Joined

Past the dark divide

And then

And then

You faded again

It matters not

I will hold you close

We will be together again

I will find a way

To relight our path someday

She’s fading away

But I will never let go

Never let go

Of my darling May

Lamentations in a Trumpian Age

I feel numb.

I feel dispirited.

I feel alone.


I have no allies.

I have no friends.

I have no one who understands.


I see no way out.

I see a dark horizon.

I see nothing but a sea of despair.


I want to have hope.

I want to believe they'll get woke.

I want to think that light will someday shine again.


I fear the bottomless pit.

I fear that nothing matters.

I fear all signs will be ignored.


I live for the tiny victories.

I live under the crush of all the setbacks.

I live knowing I'm surrounded by the led.


I trust that meaning will be restored.

I trust, but it remains unverified.

I trust no more, now no more I trust.


I beseech thee, Lord, help me fight the gloom.

I beseech thee, Lord, let there be light somewhere, someday.

I beseech thee, Lord, they know not what they do.



I know we are the many.

I know they are the few.

I know that will mean nothing

                            when democracy is gone.

Assignment Acrostic

There is a distant land I once was from.
Hostility emanates from my new to old
Ominous sounds to those who don't blend
Matchless no matter how I try to light
Assertions that I am the alien beast
Smelling out of place

Michigan is my unforged home
Atlanta the metro I raised my young boys
Rockmart was the way between
Then the city that was Black and Shear
Into later the county Pierce
Next back to the city and interneted life

Straight the path that leads to the Way of the Cross
Theater is all there, as is work and church
Restaurants and movies and stores and such
And everywhere 
I go
Trains disrupt the flow of life

The Internet Wavers

Selective internetzation is plugerizing our service tonight

It was gone for good for awhile but now it's back a light

But only for a few select sights

Not everything is working rights




YouTube is working fine

I can watch videos online

Facebook spins without shine

And for Twitter I can only pine

But I can do anything on The Strait Line


I'll name names - it's ATC that's all kooky

With most of the sites playing hooky

Alma Telephone Company - can't I looky

And she what's turned it mooky?


I fear it could be the end of net neutrality

And we can get it back with an additional small fee

How long did you all think it would be

Before they hit the price ball off the tee?



Have we lost all our senses?

Allow this confusion for all intenses?

It's what I've been trying to warn you of - the very essences

Didn't you realize

                ELECTIONS HAVE CONSEQUENCES!

Forsooth, My Missing Poemeo

Wherefore cart thou, my missing Poemeo?
Is it snatched away from thee, in a foreign isle?
Past the darkened day, by a studly fry?
Canst not knoweth, my questing goes unknowest?

Deny my father not, don't refuse his nomenclature!
Hey pays the debts, so I will debt no more!
But if you must, let it be unclothed!
I'll shop no longer, and only be your Caplet!

Tis' but the branding, only that my foresworn foe.
If thou gets me to the Bunnery,  you will be my honey bun.
What's Honey Bun?  It is not a body part.
It is a revelating sweetness, it intoxicates me.

And that sweetness?  What matters what it is called?
By any other word, it would be just as sweet,
So Honey Bun or Mall Buddy or Monts A Gooey
It's all the same to me.  I will take your hand in mine.

And we'll rock the Mall eternally.
Black Friday or Santa Saturday.
Sunday Funday or Cyber Monday.
I take thee now, forever and ever.

Or at least until the sales depart.

Multiple Stages Part One

Second Grade:

Hansel & Gretel
They gave me the lead!
The school packed with students and parents
I scattered breadcrumbs
Bending over
My pants splitting
My first play
Was a mooning all across the second grade

But still I kept on

Sixth Grade:

The Little Match Girl
I had no lines
I was a shopkeeper in one short scene
But mostly I was to operate the stage spotlight
Shine it on the beautiful Kathy Jahncke
Our lovely match girl
She sang so beautifully
I was mesmerized
Until I heard the Director's voice cut sharply through:
TURN...THE...LIGHT...ON!!!
No more backstage work for me.

But I still kept on.

Eighth Grade:

The Talent Show
I was to be emcee
And sing a song
Only I forgot to memorize it
The Battle Hymn of the Republic
I sang a few lines and then stared with fright at the audience
Saying
Christ!  Look at all the people!
After that
I was banned from the stage for the rest of Junior High

But still I kept on

High School:

Harvey
I gave up football to try out for the school play
Because I thought
Chicks Dig Actors!
Yeah
Not so much in high school
Got a small part playing a very elderly judge
Stole Johnathan Winter's Maude Frickert accent
I came out for curtain
The applause swelled
I was hooked for good

Two or three plays a year for the rest of high school
Drama, Comedy, and even a musical
Mad Scientist in Superman
For this comic fan, a dream come true

And, yes, still I kept on

College:

No plays for Baby Tommy
U-M was a big ol' scary place
Did join the Men's Glee Club
Another mistaken way to meet chicks
Got a solo in Officer Krupke
Singing like an elderly female social worker.
Went on tour
Sang at Carnegie Hall
They interrupted the song to applaud me
Big night
By myself, no one to tell, age before cell phones
So I cried
Happy but lonely
no one to share it with
Success at Carnegie Hall

Still I kept on

Cartersville:

Inherit the Wind
My favorite play
Competed for lead but fell just short
So upset I punched a hole in my car
This Yankee got a part
Playing a SOUTHERN teacher
Even I wasn't a star
It was great to be in
Pre-regular run performed before high schoolers
I tripped going up the stairs in first scene
The high schools laughed uproariously
It wasn't supposed to be funny
Oh, well

Still I kept on

Next play I was the lead
The Mousetrap
Won Best Actor Award

Next play I was the lead
Send me No Flowers
Won Best Actor Award

Oh, yes indeedy
I kept on!


TO BE CONTINUED!!!

An Act of Defiance

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Ramparted   Edgeweighs                 Hungthi       Aeyerale          Aut             Ostershep
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Loubenupe




Too Bad

I Dance On the Pseudo-poetical Edge

If I Fall

I Fall

   

Strands of You

Strands of you are blowing by
Central air times twenty fly
I hug the roots and do I try
To not leap into the spinning sky

Hold my hand and here we'll stay
I will not let them take you away
It rages and screams and does not play
But it will not stop me is my fervent  pray

The slashing winds want us to take wing
And dash apart against a storming ping
But that is not how these souls will ring
To thee I will forever and ever sing

No matter what the category
It will not strip our glory
No turmoil disrupts our satori
Nothing can end our treasured story

The wind rages on
The rains pile upon
Roofs are gone
But when the lights finally dawn

It is to you
It is because of you
It is for you
It is with you

That I hold on

Dangerous Predication

Dangerous predication
Leads to gnawing trepidation
Without the normal verication
Of the data's historication

Inventive wordsmithery
Is not enough to savery
The poet's lack of rhymery
And missing commonsensery

The poet's heart had done been stole
from me a long time ago
Robbed by the giant hole
In the roving critic's soul

Well, at least that stanza featured real words
A small improvement over my absurds
But now it slips into the frozen fyords
Perished by the petard of its own swords

Metric violations abound
This line is much too long for meter to be found
The hollow echoes of poetry unsound
And nothing stops the harping hound

And now it ends
Time to hit sends
The truth it bends
For the heavenly forfends

Get Suessified in Time For Christmas!

What is that that is you say?

You want to see a great play?

Look no further than the Ritz

There you must come and sitz

Come and listen to

Thing One and Thing Two

This is what you must do

To enjoy it through and through

You know that now is the time

To see a play that is in rhyme

To hear once more the greatest story told

In a manner that is fresh and bold

That's it for now; my rhymer's broked

But hope I do; your interest is stoked

One evening soon you must stay

And enjoy our Suessified Christmas play

Into the Forest Grand

Walk with me
Away from the burning sand
Walk with me
Into the forest grand

Hold my hand
Let the sweat seal it there
Hold my hand
Into our eyes we stare

This moment we share
Surrounded by the chlorophyll
This moment we share
Can we not hold it still?

Whether it will
Last or not
Whether it will
Tie us knot

This is the spot
Where our spirits rake
This is the spot
We will not forsake

Turning towards the lake
The water beckons
Turning towards the lake
Our clothes we're sheddon'

Off of the deck-on
We leap to the deep
Off of the deck-on
Our bodies together seep

Awake from my sleep
I escape from a drown
Awake from my sleep
You're gone and I frown

I am so down
You were only a dream
I am so down
I'm left to just scream

Leaving the Shore

I heard that you had gone to the shore
     and I tried to follow you there
     but I was too late.

I only found your footsteps
     the impressions made in the sand
     of you bare feet

I saw them lead to the swelling tide
     and maybe I imagined it
     but I thought I saw the top of your head

I thought I saw your blonde hair
     peeking through your baseball cap
     it was a quick glimpse, maybe illusory

I shouted for you to come back
     that this was no time to go
     I still needed you

I pleaded with you
     let me see you one more time
     at least to say goodbye

I wanted you to know
     that you were never alone
     and how much I love you

                  always and ever


In the churning distant waves
      I saw the miracle
      I saw your spirit rise

I saw it soaring towards me
      reaching me with arms open
      knocking me down

                   with the force of love


I felt your spirit merge with mine
     
                 And then I knew

                               We would always be together