Our eyes joined as one
Across the smoky hall.
Your heartbeat grew faster
And you let out a call.
I stood and approached,
So graceful and tall.
You thought of love,
And I of nature’s call.
Category Archives: Poems
How To Spot A Sociopath
I saw a man at Starbucks
Ordering hot cocoa.
The barista asked, “You want whipped cream?”
And that sick human being said “No.”
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Don’t Write a Poem When You’re Hungry
My mind is a pomegranate:
Juicy, seedy,
And it leaves stains on whatever it touches.
You don’t know how it opens
And it takes hours to process
And doesn’t fill you up.
Luckily my heart is some type of meat,
Probably liver.
Mmmm… Liver.
Two Minutes To Go
When you’re waiting for start time
Of a certain event
You can help pass the time
To a certain extent
By writing a poem,
By tying your shoes,
By checking your Facebook
Ot watching the news.
And it is not shameful
To abandon your task
If that for which you wait
Suddenly starts
And you can’t think of a rhyme
So screw it.
The Good Life
You haven’t bought an ostrich
For several months at least,
Nor have you cooked a lemon
In chestnuts, corks, or yeast.
You’ve never thrown a hand grenade
At some Windex in L.A.
So quit telling me you’re bored
And please just go away.
Just Wait ‘Til The Angels Give Me A Harp
I sang a song of love and peace
So thankful for the fallen.
I knew that those beyond the grave
Could surely hear my callin’.
And thus the unknown soldier
And the deceased cream of the crop
Made humankind better once more
By asking me to stop.
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That Got Morbid Fast…
If freedom were free
That would be fine with me,
But then who’d pay for weapons
To blow up the foreigners?
So thank guys in cammo
And the makers of ammo
For giving us freedom.
Yours truly, the coroners.
Big Things And Small
I gazed upon a whale
With a look of utter awe.
I was entranced by her tail
And enraptured by her maw.
I showed appreciation
By the way I eyed her,
And I told her I was grateful
That she was not a spider.
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One Quiet Night
Some days you don’t have the blues.
Some days you don’t watch the news.
On days like these, at least for me,
It’s tough to write a travesty.
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The Daily Travesty 