C’mon Baby
Bring me there
You know where
On the journey from
Your mind
To mine
And maybe back again
Created with a pen
And then it takes me back
A thousand times again
Begging for attention
Never enough
There will ever be
You are like a drug to me

I didn’t write this poem for you
I wrote this poem for me
But in every poem I write
Someone, somewhere
Will see
A part of themself
In what I saw in me

At first
I thought writing poetry was personal
My feelings
Just mine
Written and brought out
But now I see it’s
Really got nothing to do with me
It’s the reader who feels it
That makes it poetry

True genius
Seems to be
Annoying
People get overplayed
Especially the best
Become a cheap joke of themselves
Being best
Lends itself to characatarichsaurs
An ancient, magic mirror curse

He quoted Miss Piggy
It was the corniest thing I ever did see
But just call me Kermit
A frog who happens to love corn on the sow
Eating it
With only frog teeth
I don’t like to bite when I’m ******* my meat

I used to blame you
For who you pretended to be
But now I blame me
For who I wanted to see

My mistakes
Aplenty
Exist because of me
Behaving foolishly
Some I’ve managed to rectify
Most don’t have that possibility
Time will not reverse itself
And I cannot make it not a part of me
I have no defense for my stupidity
Living in the memory
Of those I’ve wronged
Including myself
This faulted, ugly mess
And so what if I confess
Years after it’s relevant
Maybe if I learn from it
A mistake is
Somehow
More innocent

He wasn’t a mistake
He was a mis (ter)
I couldn’t take

At one point
Long ago
I thought you were the smartest guy
I ever did know
Now
Years down the road
I read our old messages
And see how much I’ve grown
What a fool I used to be
Falling for those tired lines
And lies
Yet, I can’t help but be so **** happy
About all those lessons you
Didn’t mean to teach me

Sometimes it is a curse
To be a blessing

It’s not nothing to me
Who knows what you see
Or don’t
It must be a pull of some sort
Felt in the tide
Whether you pay attention
Or not
I probably lie
Imagine you see
All this poetry
And it makes you feel
So ******* ****
You muthafuckin’
Beast

I see in you
The beautiful moment
A person finds their passion
The flame has been lit
And I got to witness it

You witnessed it all
Til it turned to smoke
All the effort
Nothing gained
Lost is time, and maybe confidence
Only ashes remain
Along with this sooty stain
I have no right to complain
But here I do, anyway
All the liberties I take
You gave me none
For goodness sake

The demons
In your dreams
Only happen
When your dreams come true

She is pock marked, scarred
And alienated
So misunderstood
Often, celebrated for her beauty
Scars ignored
Crater pimple face
Injuries
Spotlighted
Unforgiving
It’s like staring at the fattest person in the room
And celebrating the rolls
If only we human beings
Could see other people
And ourselves
With the same loving bias
With which we view the moon

The man in the moon is no pretty boy
He’s a pock-marked
Grown man
Stuck in his
Reclusive teenage habits
Relying on his Mother Earth to keep
Him around
Which she does

At arm’s length

You didn’t break my heart
You taught me to
Protect it
Thanks
I guess

So many things without which
Would be a big deal
Assumed
Reliably
What could anyone hope for
More than necessity?

Now that you’re on my radar
You are suddenly
EVERYWHERE
That guy has your name
That guy has your frame
And that other guy has your ****** hair
I’m currently being haunted
By all these reminders of you
You’re practically omnipresent
Like no mere mortal should be able to do

I don’t respect you
Or any of your views
You’re a ******* of the highest order
But your poetry is brilliant
Which messes with my mental border
How can I possibly
Love poetry
Saying such ******* things?
But you’ve got some kinda magic
In the play of your words
The ring of your chords
Which make the absurd
Rhyme
Just this one time

What can I say?
You grew on me
Like moss
I suppose
******* off
The tree

I am moth
You are flame
One of us will never be the same
I suppose it's more dangerous for me
But wings
Create wind
Though who's to say
Extinguishing a candle
Doesn't set it free?

Our Mother
She keeps telling us
Opening sinkholes
Creating gusts
We continue endlessly
Work her bones
Milk her body
Mother will give
Maybe
But some mothers
Abandon a naughty baby

No direction
Cooperative weather
Nature’s broom
Coming through
Out with the old
In with the new
Windy days
Can be used by you
To send negativity away on the wind
Through intention
And believing that’s what
Mother Nature can do

The motivator
Has a thankless task
Nobody wants a kick in the ***
Rolling eyes
Loud sighs
Lots of whines and whys
Poor motivator
Can't make it no more
Now jumping off
Fifth story floor

It was over before it began
Clearly not part of the plan
But the way it is
Is the way it will be
I won't blame you
If you don't blame me

Well we're movin' on up
To the east side
To a deluxe apartment in the sky
Movin' on up
To the east side
We finally got a piece of the pie
Fish don't fry in the kitchen
Beans don't burn on the grill
Took a whole lotta tryin'
Just to get up that hill
Now we're up in the big leagues
Gettin' our turn at bat
As long as we live, it's you and me baby
There ain't nothin' wrong with that
Well we're movin' on up
To the east side
To a deluxe apartment in the sky
Movin' on up
To the east side
We finally got a piece of the pie

Mr. Fair Weather
He’s there whenever
Things are going your way
But soon rain will come
And that ***** ***
Will go find someone
Having a sunny day

I avoided your social media
For obvious reasons
It was pretty easy
We don't share any friends
A year went by
And then two
I finally ventured a peek at you
I don't know what I once saw
But it is no longer there
You used to be perfect
When I wasn't aware

Trying to write a poem with nothing to say
Hoping inspiration comes my way
Nope
Not yet
There is nothing,
I'll bet
But I force it to come
And be ** hum
Because ** hum is
Relatable
I could write about anything
Most of us know, but
Who hasn't hoed
A couple of hums
Typing hums out
On the tips of their thumbs?

Sometimes being corny can work
Sometimes it cannot
But corny is undeniable
And inexplicable
Known when it's seen
Without so much as a mugshot

Hundreds of memes
Recycling fortune cookies
Acting like they’ve got a big
GOTCHA
Never before thunk
Thought
But since there’s a picture of
Kermit
We really do get got

My muse
Is working overtime
He’s full up
Of inspiration
The cup runneth over
He breaks through
To deeper level
Laid on out
Through time
And he inspires me to put it
In a thousand little rhymes

My muse keeps taking off on me
Now I’m writing bipolar poetry
When he’s around, it’s flowy and free
But when he’s gone
It’s stuff I don’t like to see
So I need a new muse
But how does one get one at will?
Is there some sort of muse application
To find a replacement
Or do I need to wait for a cosmic event?
Are muses found
Or are they Heaven sent?
I surely know they can be lost
No idea where mine went
Please apply for the job of muse
If you’re also perfect and smart
Clever and romantic
Full of grit, and also heart
And can speak right to my soul
You might be the person to fill this role

The weary soul on music
Is not so tired

How can he not sing?  
Deny the beautiful offering
The silent voice that used to ring
Oh the feels that man will bring
When he remembers how to sing

I'm not ready to talk
Just yet
Still so angry
Wishing we'd never met
One day
Some day
I may be able to forget
Or at least forgive
But it ain't that day yet

We can rely on each other
Take from me
What you lack
I give it so willingly
And you give to me
What you have in abundance
Back
And then forward we be
Or sideways sometimes
Whichever way
On a brand new day
Leaning, then leading
Leaving, then greeting
Ignoring, then heeding
Giving, then pleading
Numbness, then feeling
From floor to the ceiling
All through every corner
And cranny and nook
Illuminate, and take a look
Spiders scatter
Cobwebs cleaned
We can rely on each other
Take this from me

It could potentially be
The stuff of myth and mystery
But you’ve achieved that
Already
You’re in chill mode
And here comes an overload
Sustained, reckless, brash
To deliver a swift kick in the ***
Passing gas
Passing gas
Passing
Time
My Adonis
Bring it home
In rhythm and rhyme

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Loose rules
Are chaos
Kontrolled
Preferable to me
Than chaos eliminated

I never saw Grampa in his pajamas
He always came to breakfast fully dressed
He could have perhaps thought it was rude
But maybe grampa just slept in the ****

This is me
Desperately
Writing him poetry
He will never see
Apparently
There’s no magic button
To set me free
From he
So I still write him poetry
Maybe foolishly
But not really
These poems are actually
Written for me

The problem with me
Is
I’m such a fan of my poetry
Each written honestly
Feelings bared
For all to see
Which naturally
Bums me out
When nobody notices me
Got my **** right out so publicly
Jiggling, wiggling, ******* are free
All this soulful ******
And not a soul who wants to see

You sustain me
Long after your death
Your perfect love still warms me
I feel it
Every day
Some days
It carries me

Took him to the playground
Run around and wear himself out
Was the plan
But then, I got to playing
With little man
And now
He's wide awake
And I'm so exhausted
I can barely stand

Hanging out with the grandkids today
Yay oh yay!  
Now they’re here
Time to play!
Spilled your drink
No big deal
I’ll just use the same towel
From when you dropped
Your meal
Paw Patrol again
Again and again
They musta been making this show
Since I don’t know when
Now there’s a war
Over control of the bubble wand
The battle is vigorous
And seems to rage on
Lots of screaming and swatting
But only plastic guns drawn
Now I’ve cooked dinner
Lasagna for three!
But the kids have determined
They only want candy
Alright kids
I guess you’ll be hungry
Ten minutes later
“We’re STARVING to death.
But lasagna is on the list of things
That can’t possibly save us
From starving to death”.
“Well, I guess you’ll starve to death.”
And that’s where we’re at
The last time I checked

I feel you in the Wind
Cool……hot
Tickling my skin

My God is Nature
And She is undeniable
Evidence everywhere
I don’t have to prove Nature exists
Nor do I have to prove her
Daily miracles
Everyone can clearly see
Fail to acknowledge
How Godlike it be
Man’s inability to settle
Compels a search for a fantasy

Small, wet, and
Buried
Trying hard to remember
I am a seed
Buried is where I need
To be

Getting over you
Was like coming into the light
When I had no idea
How dark things had been
At first it even felt like
Feeling good was a sin
You had me so wrapped up
In self-inflicted doom
Apparently I needed to be scared
To want you
I look back on it now
How you reeled me in
So aware and on point
For whatever
I’d start feeling thirsty
And you’d suddenly be there with the
Perfect drink
You made what I want
Materialize
Before I started to think
I really wanted that thing
And suddenly
When I wanted anything you couldn’t
Provide
You blamed me for setting my sights too high
And still relied on that same false reply
“I give you everything you want.”

Needy
For some speedy
Attention
It could be
You don’t even notice me
But it is more likely you see
And don’t know what the Hell
To do with me
So doors stay unopened
And you peek through curtains
Out of morbid curiosity
Whatever it be
That makes you not acknowledge me
It ain’t from lack of trying
And it’s sort of unkind
To pretend to be blind
And leave me to dance here
Endlessly
If you have no intention
You could give that a mention
And put me out of my misery
Of splashing my foolish dreams
Out in these waters so publicly
But then again
You have no obligation
To set this foolish girl free
Maybe it’ll always be this way
But until I hear it from you
Here I stay
And this I do