Herb - Hello Poetry

Herb May 2019

once i passed
once i stopped
once i wrote this too
and once i placed this on your car
'cause once i thought of you

Herb May 2019

Young woman
What will you be?
As you look down the years
What do you see?
So many options
What will you have?
Can you see now
A likely path?

Perhaps, be a doctor
And help the people
Perhaps, play the *****
In a house with a steeple
Perhaps, be an actor
And perform on stage
Or design clothing
That becomes all the rage

It's all up to you
Your choice to make
Please choose wisely
For your own sake
Because it's your life
You owe no one else
You're free to make plans
That include just yourself
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"Yes, you are right
I must choose
Between what's important
And what I can lose
But, all I know
Of this life I am building
The utmost will be
Loving my children"

Herb May 2019

Waterfall of Love

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my wife loves me ~~~~~~~~
  she loves another guy too ~~
    she loves me as a friend   ~~~~~~
      but to the other guy she's true ~~
        i guess it's just physical            ~~~
          should i complain?                  ~~~~
            relationships are strange      ~~~~~
               hard to explain                    ~~~~~~
                 should i call him out?       ~~~~~~~~~~~~
                    HEY MAN, I'LL KICK YOUR ***!!! ~~
                      or just sit and wait                              ~~~
                        and let the whole thing pass           ~~~~
                        but pass into what?                          ~~~~~
                       a pool of cool, blue bliss                   ~~~~~~
                      and i become a man                           ~~~~~~~
                     she no longer cares to kiss                 ~~~~~~~~
                    i simply must do something              ~~~~~~~~~
                   swim against this stream                    ~~~~~~~~~~
                  i'll do whatever it takes                        ~~~~~~~~~~~
                 no matter how extreme                         ~~~~~~~~~~~~
                i need that girl to love me                      ~~~~~~~~~~~~~
               without her i'll go under                         ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
              be swept over the edge                             ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
             into the roaring thunder                            ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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Herb May 2019

Who's Pulling the Strings?

Living a life
Of quiet desperation
Roused from sleep
In a cold perspiration
Laying back down
Hoping to dream
Awoken by nightmares
And your own scream

Turn on the light
Check under the bed
Search for the monster
That fills you with dread
Where is it hiding?
Will it attack?
Will you see it coming?
Will it come at your back?

Forget about sleep
Just wait for the Sun
Things will look different
When the new day's begun
You'll see out ahead
You'll know up from down
Safe in the light
With your feet on the ground

Then, once again
Patiently wait
For signs to develop
That show your fate
_ _ _ _ _ _

Silly Marionette!
Your life is too full
Of moments awaiting
The PuppetMaster's pull

Herb May 2019

War Between the Sexes

Men and Women are different
As different as they are the same
They each have disparate methods
Of waging their violent game
Like all wars through the ages
When your opponent gives up, you win
But the War of the Sexes is different
It's a war that will never end

We meet on the field of battle
We face off, eye to eye
Our bodies grow tense and rigid
We're willing to give all, or die
In a passion we rush at each other
We become a tangle of flesh
We roll round and round in a frenzy
One on one, in our fury, we mesh

The ebb and flow of our struggle
First goes this way, and then that
The push, the pull, the exertion
Of the ultimate human combat

I stab you with my weapon
But you grab it, and hold it tight
I stab you again, and again, and again
But I can't overcome your might
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

At last we finally fight to a draw
We fall on our backs in a sweat
We may not remember this battle
But the war we will never forget

Now I want to disarm and retreat
You want to discuss terms of peace
The ins, the outs, the everything
Your quest for detail doesn't cease
You want to talk heart to heart
But my attention is wearing thin
And when I roll over and start to snore
A new phase of war will begin

Herb Apr 2019

The Postal Worker Cometh

TICK,   TICK,   TICK,          my fuse, it slowly sizzles
TICK,   TICK,   TICK,          i can only hope, it fizzles
TICK,   TICK,   TICK           but the moments, pass away
TICK,   TICK,   TICK,          just like, yesterday
TICK,   TICK,   TICK,          my mainspring is wound too tight
TICK,   TICK,   TICK,          relief is not in sight
TICK,   TICK,   TICK,          i feel my emotions, grating
TICK,   TICK,   TICK,          my senses, not operating
TICK,   TICK,   TICK,          is this any way to live?
TICK,   TICK,   TICK,          i've nothing left to give
TICK,   TICK,   TICK,          i tip-toe along on a tightrope
TICK,   TICK,   TICK,          hanging on with a grim hope
TICK,   TICK,   TICK,          there's no one to catch my fall
TICK,   TICK,   TICK,          and no one to hear my call
TICK,   TICK,   TICK,          a voice in my head is speaking
TICK,   TICK,   TICK,          i pray i don't do what i'm thinking

Kids... Don't try this at home... Also, don't call Homeland Security... This is a poem, I repeat, This Is Only A Poem.

Herb Apr 2019

Chicken or the Egg

In times long ago
When the Earth was still new
And the seas had not formed
And the sky was not blue
And the bird did not sing
And the worm did not slither
And there were no plants
To bloom, grow, and wither

Life was raw as rock
If there was life at all
For how could there be life
On that huge, hot, smoking ball
Yes, how could there be life?
Without a mind to think
To put things in perspective
And rise above the stink

Somehow life did evolve
It grew, and changed anew
Into a vast menagerie
That swam, and ran, and flew
Could this happen without some planning?
This haunts me like a plague
Was life created, or spontaneous?
Which came first...
The Chicken or the Egg?