When I stormed asea spitefully enraged
my torn raft distressed with painful loss
both buoy lights awaited gentler silence
Thank-you for typing wisen runes to me
your lifetime of properly metered loving
is a consistently bright navigational star
Poems
I built the scaffolding, traded my laboring
with heartfelt plank wooden works of love
In my due diligence, I used common sense
recalled reap what you sow fits like a glove
The delicate humor in ridiculous,
is something I don't want to miss
holding sight of this's what I'll do
Funny bones here now close to us
guising just beneath preposterous
'tis true I hope you'll see them too
This place of joy, is where I am
and point I want to stay
forever and a day, with you
My open heart, so full of love
beats alive upon our Earth
counting all the worth, inside you
I'm feeling some sunshine, whenever we're together
getting giggly and playful, regardless of the weather
I'll always remain, floating on bliss
yes, really happy as a lark
grateful just to be a part, of you
The coconut undertones in my mango,
are light and sweet as a pineapple ring
this essence upon a fruit lover's tangos
captures gracefully the delicious I sing!
Poetry humanities equivalent,
summing up all things shoved
into one fronted here and now
Words of Homo-sapient minds
a tsunami's experienced debris
cascading earth's crusty stones
Ideas for new poems dart into my head
as thoughts shocked by a slipping fault,
kaleidoscope ghosts jump dim on shiny
amnesia's art conjures disappearing ink
Barclay Stupone's a very renowned man
least that's what he's partial to spouting
but when ten kms out he capsizes a boat
him alone and heavy seas begin pouting
You don't know who I am Stupone howls
as both sloop and all hoping slip asunder
I've not raft or jacket, so I make a promise
to fix everything I'd previously blundered
Hours treading tidally in tempered brines
holds Barclay roiling in deep saline pickle
now showing 'pon dawn, comes a fish God
surfaced dorsal fin as Grim Reaper's sickle
Why won't you see who I am asks Stupone
great white grin marking curious bumping
no defensive reply has boss shark enacting
munching poor Barclay's patella dumpling
I surrendered reversely to the weights of loving
entering such simple greatness via a back door
no cheating, just begging meekly knee at hand
I arrived aft deck conversely pondering my sail
how may I persuade an inner humanity outside
the top query mulled big, kindhearted wellness
Ode to dulcet sonneting of Shakespeare!
which well lives here and now within me
can't be equaled 'tis true by mediocrities,
yet all attempts at brilliant copy are free!
A theist will say we're on our way up
a science nerd knows one lane down,
Christians envision spiritual heavens
Logicians measure cemetery grounds
How I suffer when confronted by this
feels much better if I'm never around,
grin and leave it our mother instructs
don't stake gravitationally your frown
