I have no understanding
Of just what you are demanding
But I know that you're remanding
Me to hell.
I'm a stranger to the scene
But I'm stuck here in between
And I feel there should have been
A warning bell.

Confrontation is a vandal
(Or more like a Roman candle).
It's so hard to get a handle
On your aim
And what was the ignition
Of this battle of attrition?
To you, is this a mission
Or a game?

You're a ranter and a stamper
When you're not a happy camper.
Who am I to put a damper
On your joy?
When you use your words to threaten
Or to set a trap to step in,
They're a tool and a weapon
And a toy.
                                rc

The partly frozen lake
Still quite spry alive
****** and late mallards
Temporarily reside

Shared open water spare
Disorder oft ensues
Waterfowl in panic as
The ****** glide amused

Bare-***** branches bent
By early Autumn winds
Nature's karma paying
For sultry summer sins

Sun days in November
So modestly are doled
Joy is where the shadows form
And winter is forestalled
                               rc

In the freshness of youth what you want is respect
You can get what you need if you're just circumspect
To be paid a fair wage when you work ****** hard
To be seen independent with credit un-marred

But conditions will change as you grow and you fail
When it's all you can do to just stay out of jail
And you know self respect must be gained on your own
Otherwise if you don't your own soul be unknown

As you age, in your personal skills you take pride
When the accolades come and the egos collide
You will try to be modest and try to be kind
When assaults on your character leave you maligned

It is now your ambition to take steps without cane
And to mask your expression to not show any pain
Your condition does tempt to put pride on a shelf
But, my God, can't they let you go *** by yourself
                                                    rc

The aged archtop hangs upon the wall
A work of art she still has beauty rare
In shame to this assignment did befall

When dressed in flat-wound strings she's light as air
And man, that girl could really sing the blues
Her heavy bottom tones would strip you bare

Those scars and scratches show she's paid her dues
Much like the one deployed into her keep
With cramp and pain the fingers now refuse

The passion, now regret, to soul will creep
A substitute must find a way to mend
So timbre, note and rhythm still can reap

Although it's hard for some to comprehend
Sometimes your inner music must be penned
                                                  rc

The rain, so jealous of the sun, did hide
And let her soak up all the accolades.
Although she could not stay the swelling pride
She missed his flashy thunder serenades.

In time the earth began to dry and crack
And fractal patterns formed where once were pools.
The planet feared calamity would wrack.
The just extols now turn to ridicules.

The rain, at long last, saw the Sun's despair,
Accepting this was largely his own making.
He set about the damage to repair;
His place within the scheme of things retaking.

The sun and rain together cause a spark.
They show it in a multicoloured arc.
                                          rc