Flower by Flower
I just got flowers for a lady
My motives are not shady
The truth of the matter rings true
I honor her is if she were new
Like a novel fascination
That resists dissipation
My true love not fleeting
Day by day, like a climb of the tower
For her, my heart beating
Day by day, flower by flower
Saying No
The more I say, “no”
Truth may be revealed
Of my inner glow
Insecurities nil concealed
From there, understanding birthed
New ways of thinking unearthed
Acceptance begins
No more sins
Against those I love and our inner fires
Against ourselves and our true desires
Against the clockwork elf
Against my divine self
Tall Woman
I have a distant memory
Of a tall woman, so shimmery
Three times my size
My head up to her thighs
She wore a thin layer
Of blush and eyeliner
Off to a party
With laughs so hearty
I paid little attention
Of the things she mention
Her heart was soaring
What do I care? Adults are boring!
Ancient Bodies
There is a great shame
In this contemporary culture
Forgetting the origin of our name
This self-inflicted torture
Of course, value the insights of today
But, let us not stray
From the wisdom of old
The tales that were told
Our minds are new
With their technology penchant
Remember what’s true:
Our bodies are ancient
Awkward
I’m as awkward as…
A hog-tied snake
A dirt farm rake
A milkless shake
A fishless lake
A red tide clam bake
A red state gay wedding cake
Arbitrary rhymes, for goodness sake!
Grateful
Almost every day
I am celebrateful
Of almost every way
That I am grateful
Sometimes it is miniscule
Others, it is great
Sometimes it is obscure
Others, painfully forward and straight
It makes no difference
The point is the act
To shed my indifference
And acknolowedge the fact…
…that it’s easy to be grateful
That your future will be fateful…
…of experiencing joy
Of feeling belonging
Recognizing others’ time is […]
Mentors
Everyone I know
Is a sagely mentor
Teaching what to bolster
And what to temper
Some of my mentors
Are cautionary tales
Are wind in my sails
Lift me from my fails
I have pure love and affection
To those I’ve paid attention
Numerous they may be
At least a thousand, maybe three
If you are one
You are my sun
Lighting my path
Culling my wrath
A kind and […]
Christmas Stocking
Everyone is mocking
My trusty Christmas stocking
With its big buttons
And size for a glutton
Everyone stares in shock
At my big ‘ol Christmas sock
Yet it does have a small fandom
For its quirks are not random
Turns out, some poeple love
My silly Christmas foot glove
From when its design was first drafted
In turn, love is how it was crafted
Boomer
If my house was ablaze
I would navigate the maze
To get all my stuff
My electronics, collectibles, and fluff
You know what I wouldn’t mind?
If I left my wife behind
Because, WIFE BAD! That’s my humor
You call it mean, I call it ‘boomer’
If I Were A Book
If I were a book
I’d have a peculiar look
So heavy, the shelf would rattle
With a tightly stitched saddle
It would be a collection
Of the odd recollection
Of slapstick humor
And existential horror
It would be a mindbending ride
And an eventual slide
To simultaneous awakening and madness
And escape from sadness