Poems

Hear! Hear! To rhyme

hear, hear my friends

Happy odes we make

until our sweeter end

Joy comes harder to me

The simple bliss of living

So easy its hard

Two cats in the yard

In a houseful of gaffes

and misgiving

Joylessness comes easy

The knotty loops of gaging

Tough love on the case

in this exact place

On a streetcar of strife

and rampaging

Bliss is a gift in this life

The stilly joy of living

Charged bolts in the air

on a wing and a prayer

In a whirlwind of slings

worth forgiving

Done with the reptilian brain in me

evolving time and space did inherit

time travel's not an option we'll see

end result with humanity's demerit

Finished with hawkish mind of me

exhale finally like re-releasing dove

being humble, kind and wise at free

brings me now to feeling poem love 

Thinking to the end

Creative juices flowing

for an auteur on the mend

Drafting to the end

Poetic ideas peaking

at each cadence of the scend

Crafting to the end

Cerebral death grip grokking

for the rapture of the wend

Writing to the end

White heat hotspot pouring

out the pages to be penned

I've never really given up,

won't whilst I'm still here

came far worked too hard 

losing my shame and fear

even at my worst of times

the cup remained half full

now 'pon in a bucket days

I'm drawn by poetical pull

I'm here now if you need me

present my rhyming 'tis still,

if waiting until you want me

our chances are over the hill

This sonnetting 'tis going well

sonnets heal the depths of hell

The sonnetting 'tis going good,

we sonnetted I knew we could

If you turn off the sound to a video,

of someone preaching about Jesus

clear, joyful eyes meet happy smile

shiny faces conduct sturdy gesture

and they appear to be quite sincere

passionate folk showing their bliss

then I'm gob smacked by misbelief

trusting something devoid of proof?

I'm a seer and I'm a believer

I'm a doer and I am a healer,

I am a Homo-Sapien's being

I am everything yet nothing

I'm reality inside my dream,

I am a Homo-Sapien's being!

We're all from the same place

Where dusty shadows dance

in time and space unending

All cut from the same cloth

Fettered by the same flaws

of mortal coils unbending

We're all in the same boat

Where gaslit chi plugs holes

in fairy-tale pretending

All made of the same stuff

Tethered to the same fate

of rowboat dreams ascending

My brain 'tis an Artist's brain

a cerebrum of Scientific mind

With intellect in Vulcan head

I arrived here outside one box 

The grey matter's evolved ego 

show me capability for rhyme

Here as reason's sinking teeth

I feed 'pon encephalon's ghost

When follow your bliss meets ears that are deaf

we're entrenched in great Western culture's ego

Since love 'pon this Earth 'tis a sum of all worth

Homo-Sapiens' ignorance soon becomes vetoed