saccharine eyes.
oh,
his beautiful, saccharine eyes.
ones i could get lost in
forever.

If you want flowery poetry
Hit pause, backspace delete.
I write on a lot of subjects;
Only a few could be called sweet.
I’m not into swirling windstorms
Or describing billowy clouds.
Not into extolling autumn leaves
Or conifers standing proud.

I try to select the human things
Whether good or even bad.
Sometimes I wrestle with
Life twists that make us sad.
I try to speak for everyman
And that includes the women.
I try to reflect life circumstances
And the results the travel with them.

So, crooning polysyllabically
Is seldom my favorite tune,
Nor is waxing limerickally
About June, and spoon and moon.
Instead I’ll probably take to task
Those who live in sappy hope
A prince shows up in their life
A proper romantic dope.

I write the rhymes about crooks
That steal from your children
And the supposed leaders
That ****** and abuse women.
I write about parents who
Ignore what their children need
And instead find their joy
On selfishness and greed.

After so many millennia
We really need to stop
Waiting for someone else to come
And be the moral traffic cop.
It is us who need to change
And teach our children accordingly
Because the way we are fixing things
Humanity is progressing dismally.

So keep your butterfly couplets
And views of rain on hedges.
We are falling apart as humans
And it’s visible on the edges.
It will only take a few crazies
With power enough to wield
And this planet, and us of course,
Will no longer have a shield.

I am sick
Of words on screens
Saccharine sweet
And yet so
Empty

I remember the taste
It was divine
It was offered at every meal
And I gorged on the flesh
Then it was
that she had a memory
And the feasts
became occasional eatings of saccharine sustenance

Honey is sweet.
Honey is sweet as it's
poured into my throat
in a never ending stream.
But there comes a time
when I am too drunk
on the sugar to
notice that the
sweetness is too thick
for me to
continue to
choke down
anymore.