100 Poems in 100 Days Part 17 (Let the Rhyming Begin)

July 1st, 2015  17) Executioner 

Erect, with stubborn pride and head held high

for a heartless, faithless executioner

to jerk back once or twice with violence

so on the vine the squirting cucumber

may spray its life, its soggy seed

upon the ground and hang there limp

for when it comes to love you'd rather

pay a lazy gardener who knows only how to skimp!

100 Poems in 100 Days Part 16

June 30th, 2015  16) Disfigurment

There is a type wherein

nothing is wrong. Everything

is as should be, yet

the connection between

eyes and mind is intruded

upon by the words of others

teaching that we are not as

we should be. Ugly, like many 

words today, is misused by

less educated students who

wish to fit in rather than

know how to change. This type

of disfigurement perverses the

definition of what people should 

be and leaves the world skewered,

skewed, unhappy. That word, too,

is disfigured by two letters at

the beginning making what is, not.

100 Poems in 100 Days Part 15

 

June 29th, 2015  15) Ephemeral

Happiness when clutched smotheringly 

to the bosom seems to bloom and wither

in the beat of a birdly wing

and looses its value. Uncherished,  as though

food has lost its purpose once past the pallet

giving nothing of nutrition but all the

discomfort of indigestion. The ruler looks

long when held parallel to the eye

but withers to a sliver when shifted

to perpendicular. So is time a matter

of perspective changing what is 

ephemeral to eternal and back

by refusing to move on.

100 Poems in 100 Days Part 14

June 28th, 2015   14) Beggar

Woeful you sit upon haunches

as if meaning to pounce

when her form presents itself

naked from the inside for

there is no sparkle in her eye

or water left inside your cup

nothing is what you have

and you wish to give it all

to an empty hole

in hopes that filling it

will give you what you seek

treasure burrows underneath

and must be unearthed

through dirty work

yet you yearn to beg

100 Poems in 100 Days Part 13

 

June 27th, 2015  13) Two Wrongs

it was dark

but you saw me

murder

hiding some

accursed cadaver

while I was

to be your 

contractual escape

now banished

as the hunchback to

the bells

all for

a difficult situation

100 Poems in 100 Days Part 12

 

June 26th, 2015  12) Squint

the projection out of focus

though functionally absurd

may seem unhappy

but gladness is found

stitched in chromosomal song

100 Poems in 100 Days Part 11

 

June 25th, 2015  11) Untitled

the thick distance mutes your charm

growing as barnacles on the morsel ship

what perversity is this?

to meet you would be slippery

when I could not survive the fall