Scandalous (Poem)

Let them say what they will about us
Their kind thrives when it’s scandalous
Few abuse their right to be more wrong
Happily ignorant on what’s really going on
Vile rumors of what they wish to be true
But it burns me anyone could think this of you
Surrounded, hounded – smutty hens clucking away
This foul flock leaves droppings every place
Dirty minds can’t make up for what they lack inside
Their filth rolls off my back to blind my eyes

2007 (revised 2019)

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Curse The Waves (Poem)

Oh dear, I fear this cocky ship’s sinking more each day
Abandoned by the oars, I’m following all the same
Good intentions won’t long keep these weathered boards afloat
Best chances of not drowning were safely staying home
Oh curse you waves! Your sharks need little excuse to feed
Cruel ocean gnaws at me for sailing carelessly

2019

Photo by Mishal Ibrahim on Unsplash

Honor (Poem)

He ran straight against
Another painful consequence
For his helmet’s fallen down
Worn armor scraping ground
True he gave it all he had
Faithful sword now broken in half
Cast off like other soldiers in the dirt
Bruised from the conflict of words
Not all battles lead to conquest
When the brave omit finesse

2019

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Window Pane (Poem)

She’s looking past shutters – beyond her pane
Blanketing the storm’s sonorous uproar
Tired eyes devouring the horizon for something
Perhaps a prince will find time, and even her

The last to still believe and muck around fairy-tales
Breathlessly hoping someday that they’ll come true
Trusting worn window to herald a true knight
Or at the very least, a champion to rescue

2018

Photo by Eduard Militaru on Unsplash

The Last Entry (Poem)

rocking back and forth
lying shattered on the floor

the drugs she needs
keep leaving her empty

old bottles scattered open
hungry needles forever broken

pain’s no substitute for love
so she’s writing this in blood

defeated she sinks beneath
and slowly drifts off to sleep

her message was costing too much
as warm water joins her in the tub

she’s soon lost up in the clouds
this time she won’t come down

a cherished creature joins the deep
letting her lovely arms bleed

2006 (revised 2018)

Photo by Aliyah Jamous on Unsplash

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