Cost Reward

Posted: October 31, 2013 in Poems
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Cost Reward

The tree must be downed
for the board to be milled
If the steak is to be eaten
the cow must be killed

The footstep that’s been taken
can’t be gotten back
The word that’s been spoken
is on the attack

Once the bullet is fired
the blood surely flows
The consequence of decision
comes with the wearing of clothes

When the mind has decided
it tends to stand firm
lest another is willing
to face down the squirm

If positions are taken
they will only be changed
if both sides are open
to have thought rearranged

Once the concrete is poured
the hardening starts
but the opportunity called change
comes with the beating of hearts.

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Ass man

Posted: October 2, 2013 in Humor, Poems
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Ass Man

one must use caution
when assessing derrieres;
packaging and appearance
beat product and functionality
but only until
one sits down to business

Tending The Flock

Posted: September 14, 2013 in Poems
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Tending The Flock

He is penned in;
a colorful bird
stifled
in a confining place
coveted by the cockerels

He dreams of escaping
the pen
to a field of inspiration
where free-range roosters
can scratch concepts out of the dirt
unimpeded by responsibility
scribble
scratch
scribble
scratch

Like some forlorn capon
the rooster doesn’t crow
he acquiesces to his perch
he does his duty
and the flock is safe

But rising before the girls
he scratches what he can
and struts around his yard
digging up ideas
scribble
scratch
scribble
scratch

The Dance

Posted: September 9, 2013 in Poems
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The Dance

a girl in a wheelchair
taught me how to dance;
impediments fenced her in
yet inside the hydrangea bloomed;
with fingers and eyes intertwined
we allowed the Waltz to do the speaking;
with Feng Shui choreography
she guided me across a floor of tranquility

we floated through an intricate yet natural dance
of acceptance and understanding,
and when the moment ended
she returned to her shrouded world
and I stood alone

I cannot remember the song in my ears
and will never forget the music in my heart…
I will always have that dance
I pray she does as well

Growing Up

Posted: August 24, 2013 in Poems
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Growing Up

I once saw a kitty being eaten
by maggots.
Everyone involved was
alive.
I was nine
and I have never forgiven myself
for not grabbing a big rock
and crushing the kittens skull.
But at the time
I didn’t want the blood
on my hands.
I called out sick to school
took the easy way
home
to shame.
I was nine
and didn’t know what
to do.

I once saw a baby bunny
chewed up in the fan of a dryer.
I got the little thing out
alive.
I was fifty
and I knew I was right
to grab a coal shovel
and crush the rabbits skull.
And I still have
the bunny’s blood
on my hands.
I showed up for work
completed the tough
job
of pain.
I was fifty
and I did know what
to do.

Alone Observer

Posted: July 29, 2013 in Poems
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Alone Observer

I watched her kick the ball to no one
I watched her look at the other kids at play
The other kids didn’t see her watching
I watched her kick the ball back to herself
I watched her look at the other kids at play, again
The other kids couldn’t see her
I watched her kick the ball to no one, hard
I watched her run into her house
I wanted to be a kid
Any kid but her