MISSION STATED

This was a little ditty I wrote rather quickly that I sent out to some TBI websites. Definitely not a poetic masterpiece, it just reinforces a direction I want to move in. Sometimes you got to say things out loud before you listen to yourself. In this case write.

Back strikes the empire
At the risk of raising ire.

Our message is strong, our message is right.
Armed with information we begin to fight.

Down but certainly not out,
Better listen now as we begin to shout.

Our life's not over just a new chapter begun.
Only after all are educated will we be done.

THE BALLAD OF MONROE STREET

This poem was from my blog, POET-AT-LARGE and was about the unnecessary removal of a few trees in downtown Lynn, all for the filming of a HOLLYWOOD movie!

Wednesday, June 4, 2014

THE BALLAD OF MONROE STREET

The silence broken by a chain saw's buzz

Falling down a tree that was.

All in the name of fleeting fame

For hopes of being in the game.

No song for a plant to cry

Just a little more beauty left to die.

It's only the price we pay

When fools pretend to play.

RIME OF THE ANCIENT MAYOR

This poem comes from my BLOG LYNN SCHOOL WATCH. I had a lot of fun soort of immitaating COLERIDGE. Remember what is the sincerest form of flattery?

RIME OF THE ANCIENT MAYOR

Water, water everywhere
and who's to blame you might not think.
Water, water everywhere
and JFK's ship of state may sink.

ISD is now firmly in charge
thanks to CLANCY
in her office from the beginning
they did barge.

But what has she done
to send them away?
Too busy with lawsuits
so here they stay.

So now comes the time
when the price we must pay
for the cost
of come what may,

BATTLE SCARS

This one came from my book LOVE BITES written almost 17 years ago. My reflection now bares the imperfections I have earned.

BATTLE SCARS

My heart is

broken by the

arrows of innocence.

Consequently it

is subject to 

easy penetration.

Any arrow may

pierce my organs.

The wounds may not

be fatal but the flesh

never heals.

EMOTIONAL WEATHER

This one comes from my first book BEHIND THE VEIL. Looking back at what was, only makes you wonder about what might have been. Getting stuck in the past limits the future.

EMOTIONAL WEATHER

Sunny memories past
fill my recollections
of happier times.

The warm rain
that falls from my
eyes now moisten
the hard edges
of my life.

Sometimes
all there is
is rain.

Occasionally a ray of light
will burst through the clouds.

This only makes
the memories more
distant and painful.
The seasons may
change, but the
rain remains.

LOVES CRAP SHOOT

Looking back on this poem, I ask myself  "What was I thinking?". Well I did write my book LOVE BITES, a collection of about 50 poems, in one crazy weekend back in 1994 and it was two wives ago. I  have actually had people tell me this STUPID little poem was their favorite in the book. I guess people identify with thing about the one that never was.

LOVES CRAP SHOOT

Given the
opportunity you
chose to ignore.
Now we will

never know what
you failed to explore.
Given the chance
again, would you

make the same
mistake or would
that be a risk you'd
be willing to take.

BACKTRACKING

This poem comes from my book LOVE BITES written Memorial Day weekend 1994 and after my SECOND divorce. I don't remember exactly but I think I was cautioning about rushing to judgement because history can never be the same twice.



BACKTRACKING

If what you have for
me is love, why do you
cry for someone else
first?

No doubt you have pain
but so do I. Now
I must carry my memories
in a U-Haul that always
travels away from home.

To say you want to
return sounds easy. I
might welcome you with
open arms but my
hands are tied.

My wrists are covered
with rope burns left from
your departure.