Trick or Treat

Another requested poem, this one all I was given was Halloween, so yeah.


Trick or Treat

Tiny wanderers fill the night
Some are merry, some dead with fright
Searching for any sign of light
The promise of reward, no matter how slight
Doorstep to doorstep, with all their might
Collecting and laughing, such childhood delight

Requested Poem #2 May 12th 2010

[Requested Poem Number 2]

Renaissance Faire, Renaissance Faire.
Characters of all types, you'll find there
'Round yon Virgins, silly costumes abound
Anachronisms are all around

Turkey Legs and Fools
Turkey Legs and Fools

Come see the show, come see the show
Bring your friends, everyone ye know
Buy your tickets and pay your tolls
Old fashioned strip mall out of control

Twenty bucks for fake wands
Twenty bucks for fake wands

Remember and Smile

Remember and Smile
In Memory of an Old Hippie

Weep not for the memory
Weep not for the Man
Weep not for the loss
Weep not if you can

Smile for the Memories
Smile for the Man
Smile for all is never Lost
So, Please Smile If You Can

*Dedicated to my best friend and her family*

The Critic

Poetry is harder than you think
So much harder if you try not to stink
yet when every poem is a wrap
all you have is literary crap

Untitled May 9th 2010

Don't look at me with that tone of voice
I will scissor-kick you up-side the neck
I'm all jacked up on Mountain Dew
I will come at you like a Spider Monkey

words of wisdom,
but not from afar
from the mouth of Babes
Of fans of Nascar

untitled May 8th 2010

I Smile At Day's End
Wrapped In The Promise Of Night
Dazzled By Twilight

Unconditionally

all that i am
all i can be
all that you know
all that you see

all you can want
all you can feel
all that is fantasy
all that is real

all that is broken
all that endures
all that is me
all that is yours

The Clock Ticks On

The Clock Ticks On

Weary head rests into the pillow
the clock ticks away the seconds
sheets are tangled, covers bunched
and yet the clock ticks on
tossing, turning, sighing, moaning
still the clock ticks on
hours pass, the crickets sing
and the clock ticks on
dreams never coming, sleepless eyes stare
as the clock ticks on
Fuck it! I'm getting a Pop-Tart!

Food For Thought

Life is not an all you can eat buffet
You're only allowed through once
Unless your are Hindu
Or Buddhist
Or Pagan
Or a Vampire
Especially if you are a Vampire....
Then maybe it IS.


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So yeah I'm trying short poems now.

Troubled Waters

Troubled Waters

Troubled Waters
Harsh
Unforgiving
Rising swiftly
Ripping, tearing
Clawing away the vestiges of Man
Dominating once more
Troubled Waters
Fearsome
Beautiful
Force of Nature
Finger of God

Please

Please

touch me, feel me
strong arms with gentle hands
fondle, caress, embrace
hours and hours at a time
an eternity of endless moments
warm, secure, wanton
lost in perpetual bliss

touch me, hold me
reach into the darkness
bring back the fire to my soul
I’ve been cold far too long
alone in the night
holding pillows close

Touch me, Love me
Make me feel again

Untitled May 1st 2010

I stand before you
naked, unkempt
wanting you to see me
the real me
the me I myself cannot see
I want you to see in me
all the things you’ve ever wanted
everything and nothing all at once
nothing special and all you could ever imagine
it’s not that much to ask for
or so I would hope to think
I stand before you
just as I am
asking you to see me
and love me

A Dream In A Minor

A Dream In A Minor

The moon is just a stinking piece of meat
Microwave toaster cakes and morning glory mornings
All is well in the life of a goat herder
I shall eat pancakes on your grave

Microwave toaster cakes and morning glory mornings
I will gladly pay you Thursday for a hamburger today
I shall eat pancakes on your grave
While bunnies dance in the colored winds of summer

I will gladly pay you Thursday for a hamburger today
False, because ice cream has no bones
While bunnies dance in the colored winds of summer
I lie awake at night, fearing they will come

False, ice cream doesn’t have any bones
The moon is just a rotten slab of meat
I’m awake at night, because I know they are coming
All is not well in the life of a goat herder

Dreams come and go
Yet some we keep
The damnedest things
While we’re asleep