When rockets fail

When the rocket crosses the pale
With fury and might
They sing "This will make a great tale!"

After decades the engine fails
None can help, and only black fills the captain's sight
Justice isn't fair, she doesn't care

Despite the passion and purpose of the great sail
The rocket begins to driftin forever night
Screaming in agony, the captain still hopes to dare

Then he remembers, mortals are too frail
And so, he embraces his plight
Eyes wide, he smiles, and with one last thrust he steers toward the fiery light

45 on the side

45 and on the side
off the road, in plain sight
no where to hide

45 and not ok
A broken family man
who lost his way

The past here has been
Up and down , round and round
Now lost not found

The blinding sun of Now
eclipses the past and future
Like a punch in the face, POW

Cold

In the cold room, in darkness they celebrate their fare
A menagerie of phantoms who whisper
And titter and howl and swear
Hoping, their host abandons his earth-bound chair

“Enter our realm!” they say with delight
The church bells suddenly ring – they sing, they sing!
They hearald the end and beginning
Of perfect twilight- the time between day and darkest night

The fire in the hearth has gone out, and the table is bare
The crib is empty and the children aren’t here
The flaming desert is served on a silver plate made from linen and tears
It grows and feasts upon the neverland's tears

Wolf & Fog

The lone wolf howls
as the mountain does in spring
that thief steals its crown


Surrounded by fog
That steam whispers sleep, sleep, sleep
The last oasis

Pale

The pale
The pale, pale tent
Buldges, billowing inside and out

Tickets never expire
Inside the haunted buldging and billowing
Billowing and buldging pale tent place

Just visiting, for just awhile
Going to leave
Real soon, real soon

Back again, and again
Inside the pale
Pale, pale place

It's billowing and buldging
With flaps whiping
In and out, in and out, in and out

Can't stay,
Back inside
back out

[Yes, I realize this isn't a conventional poem; these are my attempt at composing lyrics...]

Wagging Tail

Wagging tail

Back and forth

A hurricane upon a sail

Heading straight

Fast forward

Toward the falls - too late

Hunger inspires

The mad dog's open maw

That frees the moth that flees toward the sun's fire

Britney Spears, Hilton Poets Indeed

I discovered two masters of lyrical prose on Google today
Britney Spears and Paris Hilton - Two Naked Poets - that's hot you say?

Yes, it's true they're beautiful, but they don't write
Or even type, unless you count texting on their iphone, yes its trite

Their rhymes are made by their swirling,
chaotically gyrating lives which billions find so enduring

There they run, they try so hard to hide
But they fail, how strange -- aren't they lithe?

And then they squeal like a bear in a hive
Who's caught eating honey and then stung in the behind

The camera clicks, and clicks and clicks like a Zippo pyro whore
Stop the poets scream, but the camera pleads - just four more!

The sexy sycophants of fame - oh how they writhe
The life they chose, with glimmer and glitz, it's madness they confide

When the lights go down, and their dresses become rags,
Who will love the Google/Utube/People Magazine Goddesses when their poetically perfect breasts sag?