Poems

It's okay 'tis what I say,

as I'm loved and loving

Groveling at the edge of something's not quite right,

'pon some weak wormhole's blurry liquid inner space

lives a bi-polar explorer's regretful lack of pitiful grit

frostbitten to a glowing ice igloo's warm admirations

By some godlessly globing miracles,

I'm 'pon earth now loved and loving

If I think my father would've liked the poem,

then I certainly know the poem's quite good!

In the here and now of a witnessing conscience

lies most grand empowerment of choosing well

and winning critiques of each worthwhile artist

reveal character's strengths most obvious to tell

I offer only the affections of my poems

you kindly reward me with bleak bone

I lay in warm reflection of heart stones

and feel joy for good gift of being home

The face 'tis darkly lit

by dim early morning

as me and the moon's

gleeful crow's wrinkle

The love of my life 'tis a spouse or a wife,

just depending 'pon my own inclinations

the choice I doth make sans any hesitate,

be sovereign copies of each free situation

Just let me see oh I'll do it

just let me see I'll be good

to see myself in the mirror

doing precisely as I should

Just let me see yes I'll do it

the laundy, toilet, and dish

to see myself in that image

'tis my only life lining wish

Please don't ever forget,

courageously remember

'tis love 'tis love 'tis love

Deep plus sharp like brain freeze

High cross long rhymed blizzard

Scientific illiteracy begets science ignorance

and science unintelligence 'tis our imbroglio