Category: Poetry

Lame attempts at poetry, generally written to please myself or as a form of self-prescribed therapy.

  • War

    The clank and clatter of steel on steel,
    The squeak and squeal of heavy wheels,
    The muttered curses of tired young men,
    The rumbling engines fill silence and then,
    
    The thud of explosions just up ahead,
    The unspoken fear that friends are now dead,
    The cackle of rifles so very close by,
    Men screaming for corpsmen in agony cry,
    
    With no real idea what it's all for,
    Beyond a vague notion we've done this before,
    Results that profoundly were painful back then,
    Resurface and teach the same lessons again,
    
    We came here to liberate and to make free,
    Naivest of hopes that will never be,
    Sent here by those who don't understand,
    The traditions and culture of this foreign land,
    
    Or compounding costs in broken down souls,
    Once brightest futures snuffed in dark holes,
    Ideals and potential by profligates spent,
    Even though none of them ever went,
    
    Millions and billions of dollars are gone,
    Turned into mayhem, destruction, and bombs,
    Cities are leveled and homes ground to dust,
    Bridges are tumbled and left there to rust,
    
    Why did we do this? I can't understand,
    Leave our blessed home for some foreign land,
    How is this worth it? I really can't say,
    I just want to leave it and go on my way.

     

  • The Clown

    The Clown

    The saddest man I've ever found
    Is probably the circus clown
    Who wanders round from town to town
    Seeking praise and world renown.
    
    Acting playful happiness
    Giving crowds an hour of bliss
    Pretending nothing is amiss
    Blowing kids a goofy​ kiss.
    
    But when the crowds have ceased to shout
    His inward-self starts coming out
    He wonders what he's all about
    Giving space to long held doubt.
    
    Once alone there's naught remains
    No joyful kids or family pain
    No loving wife who helps sustain
    Just fellow travelers on the train.
    
    Gypsy wandering drags him down
    Another night, another town
    A stable life turned upside-down
    His painted smile hides a frown.
    
    
  • Forgeting

    I forget my keys and people's names, 
    Just every kind of thing.
    Schedules, dates and meeting times,
    To the forefront I can't bring.
    
    Why is it then that there are things
    That would be best forgot,
    That never will be deep repressed,
    Ere I will or not?
  • Unimportant

    Second fiddle, second rate
    Left to swallow bitter fate
    Wanting more, wanting praise
    To have at least some glory days
    Even friends seem not to see
    The deeper longing inside me
    And sorrow when I'm pushed aside
    My disappointment I just hide.
    
    Half a sentence uttered when
    They interrupt me, cutting in
    Didn't notice I was there
    And moved along without a care
    Thoughts of mine are questioned quick
    As if my logic wouldn't stick
    Wrong by default, why ask me
    Never mind, just ignore me.
  • Drip

    Drip, drip, drip, drop,
    To the bottom from the top,
    Through the night I hear plip plop,
    While in bed I flip and flop,
    Should jiggle handle on the pot,
    To cut the noise and make it stop,
    But I never leave my spot.
  • Special

    The adults all say that I'm unique,
    A different, special child of God,
    But I'm not a dumb or clueless kid,
    It's all because I'm downright odd.
  • Allergies

    Whoever thought a body part,
    Could run and win a race,
    Especially without arms or legs,
    And stuck onto my face.
    
    Its endurance is remarkable,
    And speed is quite profound,
    Running non-stop day and night,
    With jumping, leaps and bounds.
    
    You'd think it would've proved it's point,
    And stopped to rest by now,
    But my runny nose just won't stop,
    To rest or take a bow.
    
  • I don’t believe in fairy tales

    A yellow bird with three-foot legs,
    Gypsies stealing rotten brats,
    A bunny poopin' chocolate eggs,
    Vampires who fly like bats,
    
    The monster underneath my bed,
    A fairy thief who stole my tooth,
    Krampus behind Santa's sled,
    The troll under the attic roof,
    
    I'm sure these are a made up lot,
    To frighten kids and keep them straight,
    But I don't buy it -- not a jot,
    I'm much too smart to take the bait.
    
    But Santa on the other hand,
    Who never once has brought me grief,
    And brings me presents very grand,
    Is surely worthy of belief.

     

  • Gray Area

    When you're young you know it all,
    The world seems black and white.
    Complex issues broken down,
    Devolve to wrong or right.
    
    But vision blurs with heightened age
    The crispness fades away,
    Hardened edges smear and smudge,
    Sharp contrast blends to gray.
    
    Living lessons teach restraint,
    In judging others deeds,
    Right and wrong still hold their ground,
    But leave space in-between.
  • To be a bird

    Would you like to be a bird,
    And fly up in the sky,
    Dart around the puffy clouds,
    And soar up oh so high?
    
    Eating worms and slimy things,
    Pecking bark for grubs,
    Munching fleas and bottle flies,
    And other kinds of bugs?
    
    Would you like to be a bird,
    The sovereign of the sky?
    If you do, so please yourself,
    But as for me... Not I!