How can I transfer my unmatched earthly cognitive power
to a visual plain whence sensory organs decipher the load?
what will the response be to my bardic penning of sonnets,
yet regardless of notice I'll crack on being relentlessly bold
Poems
We only have one, one 'tis enough
our little towhead, of Lilly's DNA stuff
She's strong at the shoulders, broad in her mind
kind of heart, quite musically fine
Our little sis Annie's a thinker of thoughts
a fast-talking lover of what's well and what's not
She carries a godliness wherever she goes
and shines like new pennies in a feel-good show
Our blog is now almost complete
A trove of poems phrased from the heart
Some truthful standard issue prose
To compliment the work of art
The work was ours and ours alone
A treasure worth much more than gold
Some nuggets laced with inner thoughts
To vivify the good faith road
This is our body of fine work
As true and sure as DNA
Some brainwaves left behind in words
To laureate the poet's way
I'd like at least ten more
To while away the time
A healthy ten-year stretch
Before the final climb
I'll settle for a V
To make each moment count
No puttering around
Atop the scrabbled mount
I'd like a decade though
To crown the crests I seek
With flags of lasting love
Upon the highest peak
I can dig that, dear sonnet Jack
I can dig that, oh yeah
I'm digging that, my ode Mack
I'm digging that, hoorah
We'd go on poem flurries
driven by demons of gray desire
expressing our human thoughts and feelings
as sugary candies way past their expiration dates
neath a liquor store's cash register counter
'Tis an old art form, the sonnet
Shakespeare pushes quill to poor quality paper
while we mash the keys of computer metal
yet the end goal remains clear and unchanged
release a caged word before falling asunder
I can't change anything
about everything that's brought me to this moment
even though many things from my past
aren't good things
Yet I'm laughing a lot
I'm hugging a lot, I'm touching a lot, and I'm loving a lot
and this is a wonderful place to end up
as something good
This is now the time
All footpaths tiptoed
This is now the place
The end of the road
This is now the fade
The tingling last spine
This is now the truth
The end of the line
This is now goodbye
All triumphs since crowed
This is now farewell
The end of the road
Death is a bulletproof chill pill
A long and relaxing deep sleep
No fears and no fiscal problems
And getting yourself in too deep
Death is the perfect vacation
A still and eternal reprieve
No hassles and no bad reviews
And never sad feelings to leave
Death is the ultimate recess
A sweet all-inclusive retreat
No worries and no second thoughts
That make it a hard deal to beat
Life begins and then it ends
And as a rule ends badly
Death awaits all living things
And shows no mercy sadly
Life is but a minstrel's song
And at long last sings dirges
Doom headlines each closing act
Where luck and fate converges
Up and down, down and up
Seesaw in full swing
High and low, low and high
Kiss the roaming ring
Down and up, up and down
Dead heat all the way
Low and high, high and low
Needle in the hay
Here we go, do-si-do
Yo-yo on the wing
Do-si-do, here we go
See the caged bird sing
Driven like Bob Dylan sans cigarettes, youth, or beer,
hell bent on rhyming, well before an audience cheer
Words are in there somewhere begging to be shown
only different here, my odes shall remain unknown!
