Today’s Tomorrows Yesterday

Once upon a time,
I thought I heard you say.
That for all our time,
you’ll love me everyday.


It was a special time,
seems now like yesterday
Sharing endless time,
but now my world’s gone gray.


I fell behind killing time,
today alone I lay.
You said I was wasting time,
begging you to stay.


My face slapped by hands of time,
and your heart now gone astray.
Why must “Once upon a time”
always end this way?



No Hole, No Doughnut

Rains must fall for flora to bloom
The sun returns to lighten the gloom
Burdens of time rise and drop
All’s wound-up to never stop


Days grow longer, ends grow near
Nights shorter, lessens the fear
Til’ Autumn begins – bittersweet
Hues blossom to clutter the street


Kicked around by cold wet feet
Herded into piles, nice and neat
Replaced by snow, a one-time novelty
Reminded of months I’d rather not see


Then back to square one, worse for wear
Dreaming of sleep without the nightmare
Sorry to bore you with words dismal and glum
Yet these words only half of the pages sum


Blank spaces between remain for imagery to grow
Where brighter poetry’s written – tomorrow


Poetry in Mime

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Mindless Magnification

Sit with me or foe be you
Or stand will I and we be two
Thrust first if it be best
Twist your blade in my chest


Who shall be, shall be the test
Thou who not is soon to rest
I care not for what you do
I will win yet so may you


To test the will of a giant
Remembered always as defiant
Giants losers as always they be
Taking the time from you and me


Be this giant if you must
I’m at peace, you can trust
Eye to eye, perspective’s grand
I bear boulders, your grains of sand


Stomp, splatter, hurl or squish
Shortened wicks hasten a wish
Wind won’t silence, only time
Death lives on in a world sublime


Stand shall I – face to feet
Choice be yours, ends we’ll greet
Choice be quick, I’ve ends to meet
Choice be mine, please take a seat.



Red, White and Blown Away

Our nights shorter and days are long

Girls are prettier, men never wrong

Our lead can be soft with steel strong

Ain’t no poets, just cowboy songs


Boot heels stompin, greased hands clappin

All just-a-dancin and a-back-slappin

No-one’s wrong when everyone’s right

On this big ole globe that cools every night


So come on down and you’ll agree

Ammo only hurts when it’s free

So elevate high up on a shelf

Hidden from bad-guys, kids and self


Keep tucked away safe for a rainy day

When alien invaders immigrate our way

Or the foretold glorified blaze of a hellish fire-fight

Where winged we’ll soar into apocalyptic light


All profoundly pleased the penchant was right

Our victory pre-applauded for forgone foresight