My hot sarcasm bubbles like a macaroni bake,
oozing bitterness forth like an angry lava lake
I flip a coin of choice so to choose a softer side
and happy I am with all betterments I've tried
Poems
All good fathers
whom art 'pon Earth
cherished be thy name
Thy children hath come
thy will's being be done
here and now honored 'pon Earth
Give us this day our daily nutrition
and forgive us our poor decision making
as we pardon those who have made poor decisions concerning us
But lead us not into anger
and deliver us from misunderstanding
for thine 'tis the family figure
of kindhearted compassion and strength
for ever and ever
Grace
Oh, to find forgiveness
deep inside our hearts
for nothing too savage
just cruelty atop barks
'Tis an end of ugliness
with our family at war
I turn to my humilities
as all good graces soar
I'm going to remember this one,
even if I do die 'pon the morrow
Reconnect with my twin poetic,
hath healed a two-sided sorrow
Sunbeams coruscate like lilting shiny spotlights
whirling top to bottom beneath the cyan sea
Sunrays scoot along the gullied seabed
like lost and streaking ghosts skirring to be free
The ocean swimmer sees both light and darkness
from shimmering surface down to taupe seafloor
Above that murky sphere of luminescent shadows
my soul ascends with solace above the sandy shore
Dad seemed to go out the wrong way
Riled up and on edge in the end
The last time we spoke
He seemed mad at me
As though I had wronged him again
He dared me to learn from his death
To find truth in the lessons he'd learned
The last time we talked
He seemed out of joint
As though lamenting love never earned
There must be a right way to pass
To die while still being at ease
Our kindly last whispers
Respired by all mourners
Like salt on a soft ocean breeze
I've heard it said a gaggle of times
and I remember a meaning before,
pop had puns for tongue-n-cheeks
a sense of humor I'll always adore!
I'm an old, creative, vigorous soul
for thee I've offered my two cents,
2 pennies from this day bring $50
enough for fine dining good gents
On a fast motorbike
for an afternoon ride
The adrenaline rush
Look out!
You just died
Heart attack in the kitchen,
gone with egg 'pon my face
Stroke as I'm pooping a pot,
mirrors King Elvis disgrace
Some freaky disaster or fall,
botulism from can to mouth
Shot by a mass shootin' gun,
one disagree fast goin' south
I feel like I've come full circle,
as now I'm shaped like a pear
'pon my art wolfing purposes,
I'll hunt for poem scat of bear!
