so few of my pieces
tend to go on and trend
which is proof that they
aren't of the right rend

the behind the scenes
selectors don't like my stuff
they reckon it smells worse
than camphor *****

for some time I proffered
sub standard work  
which has met with their
side way smirks

the officials who have oversight
at the trending room
are of the one mind
in wanting my poems to doom

yet I shall try to better
my output of daily disasters
so they'll be more appealing
to the trending masters

Making excuses
Is a
Bad sign
In a new relationship

then I tried the stage
me an actor, the thespian  
(Shakespearean, Greek tragedian
you know)
"Man and the arms I sing" - like that -
and so the director told me
I'd come on stage left,
a dramatic moment
amidst full sound effects
(and full house, of course)
and I would proclaim:
"O ye Gods, and O ye elements
and O ye thunder - rage on, rage on
for I fear not"

and I so galloped on stage
amidst full sound effects
(and full house, of course)
but I was confused by the sudden
and raging thunder above my head
and I proclaimed instead:
"What the **** was that?"


*And so ended my stage career
as it began
with a bang

P-Pacifying storms with a soothing balm
E-Ever subduing the tempest's hod of harm
A-Allaying our minds of the raging alarm
C-Ceasing thunderous sounds with a palm
E-Earth dwellers seek a road to tranquil calm

Rain is fallin' for
well over three hours sigh!
Roads are swimming pools