poetry

Rule-ettes

Arriving with the morning train
The past behind, future’s to gain
With rising steam and grinding squeal
Win or lose by the stop of a wheel

Trains of thought left at the station
Journeys begin without hesitation
A planted foot, a start to make
A next will follow to lead and take

Lines disappear like the rail
As is the road or dusty trail
Tracks go where has been seen
Logs of time spiked in between

Platforms appear, rise or fall
Sounds heard, herding all
Most go, some have remained
Paths unknown for those untrained

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Wock the Fock

Clocks no longer tick and tock
Keys unneeded for heads to lock
Brains rattle from what’s now rock
Age divides by the Dr’s Spock

Less is more in a frock
Big pants needed for a glock
Weaklings trampled, the rest to mock
Sheep gather and shepherds flock

Inky portions above the sock
Lightning strikes always shock
Ships of fools sit on a dock
Boats float down the block

Looters lament taking stock
Homeless homes best to knock
Future’s fresh in a fetid crock
Till time no more will tick or tock

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Error Era

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The end of an era,

the start of something new.

Good or bad is just a guess,

we really have no clue

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We relish in our hindsight,

twenty-twenty it may be.

Yet the future catches up,

too late for you and me.

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Nuclear cars once pondered,

but a bomb blew those away.

Now we arm the masses,

and send them on their way.

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Holes in children’s heads,

breeds forever night.

Darkness will consume,

Till we all see the light.

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Silence bears no witness,

when shooting first to defend.

The truth’s now one-sided.

When will this era end?

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