These rhymes can really be a pain
when I sit down to write
perhaps it isn't worth the gain
have the free versers got it right?

Searching my brain for the word
which avoids that sing-song sound
should I use endured, inured or turd?
decisions make hollow head pound

Then there are rhymes merely near
but how near is close enough?
each time I use near rhyme I fear
that it still sounds a bit Too off

let’s face facts of life ....
Oh Father! someone had said ..
give me wisdom to do what I should,
the intelligence not to do what I shouldn't
but sixth sense to know the difference
or such words to this effect.....

Corruption
she also answers
we at least get water,
light,
electricity,
medicines
bigger companies..

pin hinge
tin ridge

rain drums

sweet air
wild hair
outside the house
lair

twist pretty stars
no stares
thoughts and being
no analyze the feeling

no Ju Ju dream stealing

got all the bits and peices
memories
folded full of creases

love in a box
left open
no breaking the locks

I could go get the pencil but
it really seems I've hit a rut
and kegs of ale I want to quaff
to stop the world, and then get off

I sit here on my lounge-room chair
and think on things like life and stuff
and hope in vain I'll be inspired
one day to wake up just enough
to write words of my own wisdom
if only I could think of some
but it is hard, one cannot bluff
and I am just too doggone tired
'cause sometimes it is just too tough
to think up clever things to share

I wanted you to turn around
but you walked away,
you turned the corner
and disappeared before
I knew your face--the
lines wrinkling your brows
adjacent to
the steel hammer of your eyes
as you broke into laughter
yawning into the rain.

I wanted to feel
the way you wrote your poems
with the left side of your heart
I wanted to hear them all
but the wind wrapped them
up with total darkness,
it was all more than
a dream.

I await autumn
as I sit among the green
and sweat drips from nose

Summer is too darned bloody hot
scorching killing
Rains by gosh
one gets drenched
weathers weather away
Spring, oh I forgot it comes much earlier
hope it brings…
Autumn is deadly it erodes
leaves trees nude and exposed
my entire roses die too
hardly any survive,
the way i wish them to.
Winter comes and the heating is on,
it’s not so much as the cold that kills,
But the meter reading,
my, the electricity bill
how I wish there weren’t any seasons
the sun stayed beneath the horizon

older
I can now dabble
even dibble a little
if I choose
what can anyone say?
"he's just a dabbler!"
that's ok
I'm old
and have no purpose
for my dabbledee-do's
beyond the do'sing
do you?
if so, you must be young
that's ok
can't really hold that against anyone
but heed these words
too much purpose
can bend you in strange ways
look out!
genuine integrity counts
you'll know what I mean
eventually

Upstream.
We could try it,
pretend we're salmon
going back to the place of
our birth, make love
(in human terms)
and die.

Nah, I'd rather live for awhile
longer
still
meditating on the sand mandala
of life
before an unseen hand
sweeps it all away as if nothing
ever happened, as if the way
night falls can be forgotten
and the moon in her drunkenness,
falls from perpetual grace.

rush rush

dance pinhead spider
lush

through the hollows of the drain
down the octagon of pain

zig zag
sweet madness
sucked in
and swinging like
a weathervane

the winds that
race inside my brawny
quick
the mantle of my brain

crackle hiss
a pipe hot rich
I was born
by a bad ass bitch