Dis is one dream that won’t be pleasant
I’m the master, you the peasant
Broken Ankles and Totaled Cars
Really!? More like Strange Dreams from weird bars
Guess it can’t be, Queens too young
In a club, hands w’d get tied, like your tongue
More like a wanna be princess, than a true Queen
You got weak poems like Death by Dopamine
Mo like, Death by Dope Poet, me!
Ya best run back to the Prayer Closest gurll
Time for a Waking up, I’m da King of the world
There are two things you can take
That your Unabridged Loc Bat and your Mistake
Show some Self-Control SISS
Gonna get your ******* in a great big twist
Your right about one thing, it’s My Fault
That you’re stumblin’ in the hundred, an I’m winin the vault
BOO HOO! Handle With Care
My rhymes nock your teeth out and pull your hair         (Not me, rhymes. No violence towards women!)
I Release my poems, to be a my ****
You’ll be reciting’ Memories of You, like a drug
You asked the question, What I May Lose
It aint up to you B, it’s for me to choose
You were So Close, you could almost taste it
In stepped the King, now your poems aint worth sh…..

Yo Yo! Listen up all you shawtys
Ya steppin’ to the Kng, you must b chugging foties
Take a herd of ya’ll to get in my face
Talken to you, Somethin’ and Madison Grace
This is the toughest challenge you’ll ever face
Betta  get fifty of ya all pseudo poets
Cuz you’re the what?
And I’m the KNOW IT!!!!!!!

I'm the best, there ever was
Can't get with me, at da club
Other poets, need to respect
My reputation, I'll protect
I got a 9, pen in my hand
Write your name, in the sand
To me, you can't never stand
I ain't afraid, to let out a curse
Write you in, an ugly verse
I'm da best, you da worst

You can't, stay with my meter
I spit sick, iambic pentameter  
I'm da truth you da cheater
You rhyme like Armstrong rides
You have to dope, ya got no rhymes
You da Cheech I'm da Chong
I write, you smoke da ****
You da burger, I'm da veal
I earn likes, you freakin still
You got da, cheesy *** rhymes
Droppin' words, like love & sublime
I put the free, in free verse
You all about, Nonsense Verse
I drop a sonnet, makes his head Shake
I'm the Chaucer, you da fake
I'm a Lyric, you the Lune
You can't quit writen', too crazy soon
Your stuff is dirt, mines the moon
You want a challenge, get in the ring
I'll make you cry but your mama sing

You'all poets, you got to know
You da fluff, I'm da show
I'm the king of the poets, HELLO

Piper
Best bro I've had
Sweet, black Goldendoodle
Respect, laid back philosopher
Cool dog

We five
Live in one house
Mom, dad, two boys, a girl
Happiest place on Earth, Disney?
Our house!

I hide behind silly humor
I hide behind poetic form
I hide behind a false facade
So that I make myself perform

I'm afraid I'm not good enough
I'm afraid I'm not truly skilled
I'm a afraid I'm a worthless fraud
That this isn't my given guild

I beg for positive feedback
I beg for people to love me
I beg for confidence to come
So I can finally be free

Free to write only for myself
Free to know I'm able enough
Free to deserve the love I have
So I can stop writing the fluff

As if I am the famous Manti Te'o
I don't need to see your true face
Loving you! Though you, I don't know

Just tell me were to go
My heart will meet you in cyberspace
As if I am the famous Manti Te'o

Your true face, no need to show
It's the thought of love that I chase
Loving you! Though you, I don't know

You might be a catfish to my woe
But your texts are full of love and grace
As if I am the famous Manti Te'o

Let your secret emails flow
You might be from some other place
Loving you! Though you, I don't know

Love is blind, when you don't show
Today, weird cyber love is commonplace
As if I am the famous Manti Te'o
Loving you! Though you, I don't know

The world's expanse was enormous
Technology has shrunken the globe
Communicating use to be a performance
The world's expanse was enormous
My iPhone eliminates the smallness
People worldwide can wear the Emperor's Robe
The world's expanse was enormous
Technology had shrunken the globe

Sonnets, impromptu speeches,
Conclusions of comps
Happiness = loving career!

a word or a look
make or break
ones day - that's power

Thank you President Obama
For putting on a show
You do the best you can, I know
That's why I'm a big fan
For this country, you own the plan
I will answer the phone
You will protect me and my loan
It's time I make a stand
You are the ruler of this land
I'll pray to God above
That everyone gives you love

Sitting in a foggy haze
Listening to babble
Fiddling with my iPad
Reading some poetry
Watching my kids
Coloring and reading
Not thinking about work
Contemplating a nap
No order no rules
Nibbling on sweets
"Wrestle" with the wife
Watch playoff  football
      Is this utopia?
       It's Saturday. . .
The best day ever.

When the reaper knocks,
will you answer the
nefarious  door?

Do not utter a syllable
For the reaper lurks at the door
Dim the lights as our eyes are widened  
Sit in a desperate, huddled mass
Feel the shivering, helpless creature on the left
Hear my traitorous lungs exhaling, surrendering my position
My heart pounding, screaming at my body
Ordering me to run, to fight, to ****
"Do not go gentle into that good night,"
As Dylan Thomas so elegantly stated
Yet it is not a time for romantic visions of heroism
Beowulf's idealism will not save us here
Sobbing, shivering, ***** stained American Eagle
Sweat drenched Under Amour Tees and hoodies
Feet ironically quivering in red and orange Nike Shocks
A 243 pound lineman blubbering under his breath
He wants his mother, his daddy, his pillow, to go home
Another boy, Darrel, clenches his fists, readies for attack
Cassidy sits silently, emotionless, statuesque, frozen in time
And I . . . What do I do? . . . What do I do?
Do I flinch like Sir Gawain in the face of death?
Or do I . . . . . . What do I do?
God, may I never discover the answer to this evil query
God help us stop the violence consuming innocent children
Render CODE RED obsolete
Yet, CODE RED will parish not
For society feeds on fictional fame
Fifteen minutes that Warhol never could have painted
Now it will be duplicated like so many Campbell's Soup cans
CODE RED    CODE RED    CODE RED   CODE RED  
And . . . What will I do?
What will I do?

it is easier to judge
than to serve the time

if you must have the
last word the
word should be "sorry"


simple poems are fun
yet they can
say more than one thinks


enjoying nature
time to pray
like a Romantic


bicycling is part
of my life
need I search for more


there is a time in
people's lives
that they would erase


the tree is  now down
but Christmas
lives in memory

1
Here rests an unknown poet.
He finally stopped thinking.

                      2
Here lies an unknown poet.
  Placed in his coffin was
       A pad and pencil
           Just in case!

                       3
These are  a poet's remains.
If he'd written his epitaph,
He'd have saved great pains.

A haunting stare with a serious note
Originates in a lad just thirteen
Ready to command or to set to task
Obedient, mature, and quick to rule
More comfortable with adults than peers
An old soul has he, loves cars from the past
Collects Civil War relics and antiques
Spends most his time reading and researching
Reads historical fiction, lost in time
Analyzes plants, insects, and ol' coins
He could be described like Chaucer's Cleric
"And gladly would he learn, and gladly teach."
He desires, especially, silver
Yet, gold and ex-presidents faces too
Protects younger members of his small clan
Only his hand will be attacking foe
It might be his fine grades, his quirk or two
That humbles his parents. Proudly they stand
And admire their first born miracle
A babe no more, his age will meet his soul.

Magic is the nature
Magic is the water flowing
Magic is the air
Magic is the food
Magic is the peace
Magic is the love
Magic is my life
And most of all
Magic is my family.

My flu is flying
away just in time
to go back to work.
They say irony is cruel,
I say she's a *****.

A movie date with
The woman I dreamed for. Yes,
This is Forty, Love.

Why can't it be a time for me to be what ever I want to be?
I want to be a rapper, a hip hop snapper, a rhythm tapper.

Why can't we rhyme all the time for a nickel or a dime, it would be sublime?
I'd rhyme love and hate, end to ****, clothes to cape, and fat free to cake.

The grandest smile, braces shining
The most powerfully loving hugs
The funniest comment at the most unexpected time
Mature when he needs to be
Crying when he wants to be loved like a baby
"Stop acting like a baby."
Wishing he always remains my baby.
My "number one cuddle buddy"
Harry potter in his heart and on his face
Lover of books
Sports fanatic
Loner, as long as his family is close  
Affectionate
My Son My Stars

Irony is being sick on Christmas Vacation, healthy at work.

Intuition not mind boggling

Steak not goulash

Friend not lover

Know not question

Breathe not hyperventilate

(Add more please)

Coughing into a white tissue
Sneezing into my hand
Sweating when I'm cold
Miserable when I'm relaxing
Hating reading poetry
Loving watching Mr. Bean
Can't sit still but too tired to move
Thinking this is poetry
Knowing the meds cause delusions
Not enjoying my family
Wishing I were asleep

Is this the apocalypse

OR am I sick?

My iPad is almost dead
But I have 13% in my head
It can't be time for bed
The warning light's in the red

No time for perfect rhyme
For meter, patterns in time

     .  .  .  

I erased over half my poem, but with now only 6% remaining and the breath within me draining, the cruel irony is apparent the problems I have are inherent.
In the words of Robert Burns, "The best laid schemes of mice and men .  .  ."  0% remaining!

All I want to do is make people laugh
A quip, a bit of wit, a self put down
But it always seems to be a huge gaff
"Why do you always want to be a clown?"
I thought laughter made the world go around

Laughter is my energy, my power
It may be my only contribution
If only so, even for an hour
Why does it claim such harsh retribution?
They jeer, it destroys my constitution

My weakness is trying to build esteem
Esteem needs laughs to nurture its weak soul
The sad clown hides the makeup disguised dream
Laugh, like, even love me one and, PLEASE, all?
Laughter cries in the dark depths of my soul

All I want to do is make people laugh
A quip, a bit of wit, a self put down
But it always seems to be a huge gaff
Why must I always try to be a clown?
Laughter is what makes my world go around

When the snow falls
And the roads become thick
With the a white stop sign,
The cars cease, the schools close,
And, sure, the mail still comes.

I look out the window,
See the vast frosted horizon
And begin to feel closed in,
Until, I decide to put pen to paper.

When snow falls,
I run through May fields
And escape to exotic lands
Reading and writing
When Snow Falls!

True, you envelop a
Thief in broad daylight
Reaper of Smiles
Apocalypse in private worlds
A sudden eclipse in a glistening light

Yet you are not omnipotent
You are neither the creator
Nor the adjudicator of flesh and souls
Malevolence, stubbornness, determination,
And belligerence is your resolve

Poetry conceals the meaning
But reveals the emotions.
It speaks of love,
But lies about the pain.
It shines bright as it exalts,
But shades the motives within.
Poetry cleanses the soul,
Yet releases the beasts within.