poetry

DOUBT BEGONE

Fri, 03 Apr 2009 04:25:13 +0100

The power of nagging doubts
sometimes blasts me flat on deriere
with the force of a gushing fire hose.
More often it crunches and knaws
like a corps of termites,
dining on my hopes and plans,
turning some to dust.

And then it's bound to meet
a core of ironwood so strong
they're stopped in time, before
they can mature into beliefs
that I can't get up, or worse,
that living and playing
in the sawdust is enough.

I can banish their illusions
and refortify the walls, but
confidence crumbles over
again from mocking whispers.
I know I must rebuild, rebuild,
for living within their context
alone would not be life.

PUZZLING

Sun, 03 May 2009 06:10:03 +0100

Two pieces of a large jigsaw puzzle that look
like we fit together, but
no matter how we turn around,
we don't. Off we go to work
on the big picture. Then,
we assess the shapes again.

We're cut from a similar part
of the scene in color and texture.
Yet, when held against each other,
shades of differences are clear.

Instead of searching harder for
our congruent places, we return
to the impossible effort, refusing
to accept that our characteristics
truly repel each other.

The habit constantly resurrects and
guides our fingers to force the fit,
convincing us we have to
keep trying. To quit, admit
failure would be abhorrent to
our belief system.

And so, we wear at
our edges and inflict
pain, and our unique beauty is
marred by our persistent struggle
for congruency. The time has come
to stop.

WAR OF THE GREEN

Fri, 31 Oct 2008 05:50:23 +0100

Go ahead then and chomp your
slimy selves silly on the plentiful plants I provide for my
ambitious aspirations of artistry
around my abode.

You merciless, munching menaces
motivated by gluttony with
no appreciation of aesthetics,
no heart for harmony,
is there no end to your ravenous
ruin of my garden?

Gentle dissuasion to desist your
devastation fail, and you
laugh at organic, selective
solutions that are supposed to cause
your demise. When you drive me to drastic
measures which cause
extensive injury to innocent creatures, it's on
your ugly head.

Cowards you are, carrying
your coiled shield for cringing
into. One quick
stomp
could crunch and
splatten you.

Don't you realize that your appetite is
attributing to the loss of your
life source? Go ahead then,
eat yourself out of your surroundings and
starve.

TO CATCH A CREATIVE MUSE

Fri, 31 Oct 2008 05:51:32 +0100

Elusive, shining spark that flits
in and out of my senses, do you
giggle as you play havoc with my
creative ego? I search for you
to put that sparkle in my work that will transform
mere words into an orgasmic sigh,
but pen in my hand, or fingers on
a keyboard, sounds a cue for you to hide.
I grab at the fragments,
scattered in your wake, and struggle to glue them
into a whole paragraph, while you jingle
the missing pieces in your pocket.
I give up! Olly, Olly, Oxen Free!

You steal into my consciousness
in those final moments before
sleep drops its curtain, or in a rush
of serotonin on an aerobic walk, or
at 70 miles per hour on the freeway.
Tantalizing, tempting words and phrases
dangle within mind's reach.
Fool that I am, I buy into the game
again, trying to burn your bait into my
long-term memory, as you seduce me into
believing I can't possibly lose it. When
I am able to write it down, you jerk
it away and run merrily out
of my thoughts, leaving me
in agony one more.
You don't play fair!

Remember the ecstatic fires
our passions ignited--the recognition
that we'd blended words with feelings
into sensuous morsels
for starved emotional pallets? Wouldn't it be fun
to recreate some "aha"moments, to inspire or
provoke or entertain jaded readers? We might
produce century-enduring literature. Do I have
your attention yet? Come closer, let me whisper
sweet nothings in your ear--fame, power, immortality,
the Oprah Show, maybe even money. We're so good together.
At least, give me a hug for old time's sake.
There I have you! Let's run and dance and swing
upside down from a star. Yes, yes, now we're moving.
Whoopee! Look out below!