Poems

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!

Tarry not

For death is the ultimate writer's block

Hey Dad! Remember when I called you Poopa?

I've horrible news, some very negative hoopla

The Homo-Sapiens' are still refusing to accept,

plus, the far right has become even more inept

Death is but a going back

to where you were before

A pre-Big Bang of lifelessness

upon an empty shore

No pain or gilt-edged pleasure

No lordly crowns of thorn

A place of nonstop nothingness

—unconsciousness reborn

Good morning, mom and dad

Up there, in your alcove

atop that seaward hill

Your ashes, safely niched

Above that lovely bay

where your spirits linger still

Oh happy day, when Jesus washed, 

'cause his balls started to smell bad!

Forgive and forget 

is the safest best bet!

Can I forget your damaging blows,

neglect all verbally vile trespasses?

May I forgive my own odious fault,

and re-swim in twinning molasses?