Have a Nice Day

Seeing through the lies
Is not that great
You don't feel all that wise
Just more irate

And if you actually try
To sit and share
They look you in the eye
With that odd stare

You’re better off to grab
Your tongue and squeeze
Or simply stick with drab
Preprogrammed pleasantries.

Anna Graham

Anna Graham
Took the tram
To the mart
Filled her cart

Paid her tab
Had to bat
Her eyes to nab
A checkered cab.

Waive

He saw the flag that was waving him in
Not the red ones, and now chagrin
Has left him stuck, without an oar
So he learned to curse in semaphore.

Effect

The sun came up, I felt a twinge
Of awe as gold began to fringe
The clouds that framed an endless sky,
Another day, another try.

It seems that spring is finally here
It’s best when may turns crystal clear,
This vista that commands my view
Inspires me to follow through.

Craftsmanship

To make some food that isn’t lame
You have to tame
The fearsome flame

To vinify a vintage wine
The sun must shine
Upon your vine

To write a soul arousing song
Invite the throng
To sing along

To find the least repressive place
Address the race
With love and grace.

Artistry

The butterflies and bumblebees
Are bouncing on the breeze
As blossoms bop their little heads
And twirl around with ease

This choreographer knows His craft,
A perfect scene in every shaft
Of light where every dancer treads,
A sweet ballet with each new draft.

Father Knows Best

The human heart despite its strength
Is easily misled
And though I could go on at length
I’ll tell you this instead:
Give love to God the Father first
And his holy Son
Then, when evil does its worst
The fight's already won.

Potential

So close to may
But doubts still prey
As spring seems uninclined to stay

Despite our needs
We have the seeds
For compromise, and growth proceeds.

Rug City Retrospect

We all have spurts of good luck
And stretches where things just suck
And though we periodically plan
We take what comes and do the best we can.

Temperance

The perpetual imposer can't see
Just how annoying they are
Presenting their most recent plea
Constantly pushing too far
Until there’s no one left to shove
Never take advantage of love.

Cookin'

The first two hours disappeared
I cooked and cooked till it was cleared
The silent printer is my Zen
Until that chatter starts again

Play with hot food, you’ll be burned
I have so many scars, just look
A fearsome flame won’t be spurned
Another ticket, gotta book!

Lowlife

A creature that crawls on its belly
Isn’t as clever as it may think
For nether regions are smelly
And that’s where it likes to slink—
In shadows, where prey can’t see,
As dark as its heart seems to be.

Sensibility

It’s getting harder to see
No matter how much I squint
The light escapes me
Should I just take a hint?
I’ll always seek the glint.

And sounds aren’t as clear
Regardless how I strain
I’m struggling to hear
Will understanding wane?
Perhaps it’s best to filter out disdain.

And lately my speech
Has been overly flecked
With lies that fools preach
But I’ll only interject
With words of respect.

🤯

Is time dilation real?
Well, here’s the deal:
I started this poem at one
But it was already done
So posted it late
Isn't time tweaking great?

Cell

It’s a block to build,
A hole that’s filled,
Or the culprit when the truth is killed

The signal is strong
But many go wrong
When lost in the chaotic noise of the throng

Although we seek
To block the bleak
Salvation is dropped when reception is weak.