None of The Above

They’ll tell us that we have no other choice,
to save the earth all humans must obey
restrictions that will strangle every voice
and limit life in every single way.

Eliminating options to survive
they’ll tell us that we have no other choice
but gather in their sterile techno-hive
while they go buy the trendiest Rolls-Royce

and send taxpayers the invoice.
And as we choke down foul synthetic food
(they’ll tell us that we have no other choice)
their gourmet delights shall be chewed

then washed down with bubbly champagne,
the worst part? They think we should rejoice,
do you want to submit to their illegitimate reign?
There’s always another choice.

Frigidity

Your tulips appear
To be frosty my dear
The red is subdued
Much like the mood
When spring should be here

The winters are drear
Year after year after year
If it wasn’t for such drudgery
Perhaps there wouldn’t be
Frost on your two lips dear.

Pluckers

The left and right wings are the same
Propelling the eagle to new heights of shame
They make a flap
But don’t do crap
And soon we’ll be lunch meat once lame.

Winged

Of all days to pick
This must be the worst
I think I feel sick
Did something just burst?
Whoever chose 420 for Wingfest must die
But first I have a mountain of wings to fry.

Withered

If only backs were like leaves
Returning fresh and slack
But every working man grieves,
The spring will never be back.

Better than Lint

I have so many poems in my pocket
I don’t know which one to share
Was it proper to overstock it?
The prudent prefer to prepare

With hopes that you like this one
I'll post without delay
Make sure that you don’t miss one,
And share your own, okay?


***Happy Poem in Your Pocket Day!***

Quantifiable

Met a four
At least that’s what she said she was
“Just do what everybody does,
Find the door.”

I said, “Nay
It seems your addition is off
Ignore the ignorant who scoff
Ten all day!”

Math is fun
It can exercise your mind
And it’s better when you find
Two are one.

Overdone

You don’t have to be hooked
on something heavy
to throw your life away
your mind can be cooked
by the sickening bevy
of lies labeled truth every day.

Skyward

I once had time to think and write
When I was in my prime
Staying up through half the night
To think and write. I once had time

For fanciful flights in a fertile mind
Unfettered by the plights
That limit what runways one can find
In a fertile mind for fanciful flights,

But I still try to soar when I can
I didn’t forget how to fly,
Sometimes it’s hard for this also-ran
To soar when I can, but I still try.

Singed

That which we can’t see
Entices us more than the sight
And what we know cannot be
Can haunt us every night

Remember to temper desire
With pinches of practical flux
Or find yourself seared by the fire
That will never be quenched by the crux.

Over the Hump

Anything done for lust
Though kindly seeming, must
End up as a bust
(If you get my thrust).

Scuttled

Everyone has to do their part
To keep this ship afloat
And study the most current chart
To dodge sand bars of note

With every vital station manned
We shouldn’t go ker-plunk
But, if no one lends a hand
We could be sunk.

Pither

Can you be so in touch with the universe
That you feel each decaying atom disperse
Throughout the fabric of all that is—
Or maybe you just have to take a whiz?

Underdeveloped

Everyone wants to go there
But when it’s time to show up
No one does.

A dead end gets you nowhere
While those with purpose grow up.
Wish I was.

Waltz

Beside a crooked crabapple tree
I was blessed to see
The dance between the blossom and the bee

Then, like the distant sun and moon
Whose hug was done too soon
I spiral to my own eccentric tune

And onward everyone proceeds
Performing their appointed deeds
As destiny adroitly leads.