Poems

I count my lucky stars

Then eat more humble pie

I go for gratitude

And vie to be that guy

I take the garden path

Then hang on do or die

I hope for honesty

And ply to be that guy

I see the me in him

Then let the fondness fly

I pray for probity

And try to be that guy!

There once were dustups left and right

Both sides in a make-believe fight

Masterminding the scheme

Owners in a wet dream

Costarring Old Glory the kite

Faster than a speeding sonnet,

more powerful than a limerick

able to leap the tallest quatrain

in a single bound ode's refrain!

I stood upon the sprawling lawns

Where tombstones tarry still

A fort named after William Starke

Gramps' boneyard on the hill

The rifle shots rang out three times

Jets thundered overhead

A folded flag and sonic booms

To eulogize the dead

Grandpappy Herman laid to rest

One fireman's life extolled

His place among the Rosecrans graves

Where boyhood tears once rolled

I've turned into Grandpa Herman

from the famous Munster's show

I now resemble the gag character

much more than I'd care to know

Do not go gently is for gulls

Winging at the speed of light

Proud peacocks spreading jauntily

Their feathers of divine birthright

For that good night is for the birds

Held captive by audacity

Vain fettered fowl behind blear bars

Imprisoned by rapacity

I'm going quietly

grateful, graceful

I pass tranquility 

at peace with me   

I'll goodby gently

merrily, cordially

I receive slumber

as finally I'm free

In my new pair of Dalai Lama spectacles

I see calm logic within my rational adult

I find humble forgiveness o'er gentle love

so clear now 'tis wisen kindheartedness!

I'm gone, gone, gone,

as zeroed-out brawn

here 'neath the lawn

Upon blades-o-grass

a human's aftermath

'tis equationally past

Drained as a dying flare

Gone for good sans reprieve

Lost for keeps in dead air

No more tricks up your sleeve

Pooh-pooh those Pearly Gates

That hoax of tribal lore

Embrace your resting place

Beyond the last trap door

And next he died

a Lilly twin dead!

Many folks cried,

as singleton said!

By insanity God's our creator, his delusion lives in the dark

colleges highlighting science, manifested the factual spark

We've torn asunder religions, whilst equating logical proof

went to rock bottom mystery, seeking all theoretical truths