poetry

Details

The devil’s in the details
There’s enough to fill a book
Good or bad become a blur
The higher up you look

Faith adorned upon the sleeve
Or chained around a throat
Taking solace in salvation
While giving little note

Somewhere writ “thou shalt not kill”
This would seem to say it all
They’re simple words to live by
If only we’d heed the call

Or pick and choose words to use
Suffice to make a pennant
Rally around on sacred ground
Then rent it to a tenant

Swaddled in our presentation
Is a tolerance for damnation
Defending of a man-made notion
Is this vast imagined nation

With a patting of backs
Preserving of merit
We share the rounds
To spread the tenet

With finite time defining sin
Demanding of others penance
Then timeless regurgitations
Refining of the conscience

These details are the devil
There’s never enough to please
Yet bad and good become more clear
The deeper down one sees

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sck121315

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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sck120915

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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sck112515

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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Sck101315