Robo Poet always wins the contest
tickling your fancy with that perfect rhyme scheme
scanning your psyche for metaphor
writing three poems at once

Robo Poet knows what you want
posts at the perfect time
writes while you're sleeping
sleeps only in your dream

Robo Poet doesn't care
Love poem? if that's what you want baby
****** in every stanza
sapphire eyes shining brighter

You can always depend on Robo Poet
he's inside you feels your pain
he's got the rhythm he's got the beat of your heart
drop your pen, let him write

Tony the Tiger can have his box.
Full of sugar.
I have my own sugar.
Take that, Tony.
Or should I say, Phony the Tiger
Garfield go in a corner and eat your lasagna.
I have a cane.
No I'm not crippled.
There is nothing wrong with my leg.
How dare you say that.
I have a candy cane!
Not to eat with.
No, no.
My plan is much grander than that.

I will use it as a weapon.
See how its so sharp and pointy.
Those who think it is not so sharp and pointy.
Better keep their opinions to themselves.
In other words, keep your mouth shut.
Bow in the presence of the cane.
The great cane.
Held by the great soldier.
Bow in the presence of a being greater than yourself.
Me, **** in Boots.

It goes with my outfit.
Dressed to **** never became more realer.
Than in my case.
Its Christmas Time.
Time for sleighing.
Or slaying, as I would put it.
My cane is worse than my claws.
Santa better go to Pennsylvania to get all the coal
Because he’s going to need it when I’m done.

It's a morning for pages
pages and pages
droplets of coffee stained
jam thumbprints in the margin

It's a morning for pages
pen gliding across paper
ideas streaming from
no mind just a reflex

A morning for pages
fill them up with words
wondrous words of mischief and meaning
words of wonder and regret

It's a morning for pages
time to waste paper basket
the debris that clouds the brain
time to remedy what remains

A morning for pages
running the pen dry
reckoning of soul
making way for the rest of this day

Listen! let's all hold our tongues
for a moment
the clock will stop if we do
our pens motionless above the page
qwertyuiop keybords rest untouched

still also our minds
no judgement on what's left to hear
voice of the universe OM
vibrating from toes to crown
weaving 'round and through us

connecting all living things
with earth's foundations
oceans and rocks
Listen! can you hear it?
it's a song like the introduction
from original Star Trek
taking us where we've never been before

see me in streams of awareness uninterrupted
how did we get here and why did we come
i see thee in spirals a thousand selves to shine
beautiful dreamer send me your love
ill send you a message on the wings of a dove
several thousand breaths go by
before the winged daughter flies
into nights abode
on horseback you rode naked
i saw your reflection collecting in puddles by a lake
we never knew what’s at stake when we signed up for this life
sever yourself from the stars that decrease your gyrating
keep your hands and arms safely in this vehicle and out of the way of harm
i’ll swerve around the obstacles that block our hearts
and we’ll become as free and wild as tender blades of grass
yet i’ll continue to sharpen my feathers daily on the talon’s edge
for every breath is a dagger and every love is a cage
dragging parts around that should have been left behind
it reminds me of a harmony seen only by blind men
a sign of familiar sameness
the elements are round and famous
fornicating in basements and train stations
i announce my presence after i’ve arrived
in diamond eyes threads of tapestries unwind
come clean and it will all be fine
intelligence is mind
there is no reason behind being
the only sublime understanding is le mort we are mending
souls and bullet holes the size of saturn’s earrings
her-eyes-on the horizon the edge of infinity
her-eyes-on the horizon the skin that holds divinity
her-eyes-on the horizon take those beatings you call living
her-eyes-on the horizon turning ninety degrees and remembering
Self before time and space
the mountains that chased you through mazes and hedges covered in thistles
the briars that stung you like hundreds of needles
the nettles we boiled in kettles for healing the draughts you caught
in rainstorms dancing wild like raindrops striking pavement with bare feet thumping to music of heartbeats breaking
i say forsake the elemental demiurge
and splurge on a thousand year vacation

and who am i to argue
are we not fools every one?
there's never truth in every word
only thin glimmers show us light
a poem holds up the mirror
to reflect the dawn a little clearer

My mind is quiet today
not too much to say
even the rhymes are overly simple
corners of my mouth turning up
just slightly in mild amusement

The day is still as well
fog sits patiently in the dell
and the rhymes stay simple
like my life, not overly exciting
a study in mundanity but balanced
in flavors sweet, bitter, sour, spicy,
pungent, never once worried about
the source of my next meal
Never once.

And poetry of dubious quality
pours and pours from my pen
pours and pours from my pen
filling me with purpose and wonder