Bonus Poem: Go Have a…

Tick and then tock.
I’ve the mind of a clock,
who’s brightened the flock,
with his elegant…

Tempo and rhyme’a,
In bodily time’a,
with a woman named Dinah,
I loved ‘er…

Muscles I flex,
for a soon-to-be ex,
maybe after she’ll hex,
but for now we’ll have…

It’s a wonder we hate,
when we all have a fate,
that though born to wait,
we’ll all copulate.

Then, with heart like a drum,
pulse and blood make a sum,
together, or alone in a slum,
we’ll all some day…

When at last you have moaned,
or perhaps groaned,
fingers tense and dethroned,
everyone loves to …

When it’s over that’s it,
the sore, used up bit,
of the partner thus quit,
she calls it a…

Ah, innuendo you see,
it needs not to flee,
nor even be,
more than a few syllables,
of rhymery.

So sturdy your ruck,
plough through the muck,
or go ‘n get stuck,
however you do it,
just go have a…

Poetry-Thing Thursday: To Rhythm and Blues

To Rhythm and Blues,
I’ve paid my dues,
with 12-barre chords,
while wishing for hordes,
of screaming fans,
‘fore the piper pans.

And as for the rains,
I’ve known great pains,
from both love and hate,
and perilous fate,
whose puppetry strings,
give impression of wings.

But upon my hunched back,
wounds from the hack,
of a hallowed sharp axe,
that required blood-tax,
to free me from,
those guileless scum.

The ones that I mean,
you’d never foreseen,
with tarot card,
nor prescient bard.
They came from man,
did conscience ban,

until at last,
is became past,
was became when,
and love was made sin.
What a woeful deceit,
disguised as a treat,

and dressed in white,
preaching of light.
A martyr’s burden,
became money’s verb’n,
with all of their might,
they ordered us to fight.

Not in defense,
nor in good sense,
but for something imagined–
A creature with badge and,
toting a deathly steel rod.

And then had the nerve to call it a God.

Ones and Zeroes
I play the Heroes.
Fantastical realms,
with steel and magical helms.

Engage the light.
Speeds are a fright.
When quantum theory,
becomes computer literary.

With a click and a whir,
holo-screen’s a-blur.
and keys that click and clack,
have become mere thoughts that stack.

Petabytes of information,
become moments of frustration,
as knowledge transforms
and ascends in cyber-storms.

When wi-fi is all around us,
and web 2.0 evolves in a fuss,
the bytes and the bits,
still will not quit.

So don’t fear the future,
or technology,
and don’t try to fight it,
just wait and see–
For reality is realer
when lived with tech feelers

Standing stock-still,
necks craned skyward,
to view the awesome power,
of nature’s wrath and fury.

They talk of gods,
of places above and below,
the irony is lost on them,
that this is their beauty.

Earth and sun.
Moon and stars.
How much more miraculous,
or brilliant do you need?

They say there must be a creator,
to bring this from nothingness,
but how profound to think,
that all was once darkness.

And now there is light,
stars and quasars,
supernovae and black holes,
planets, moons, comets, and asteroids,

and a million more things.
Some we’ll never know.
More we’ll never see.
Oh how this is diminished,
by gods and deities.

More importantly, I ask,
doesn’t that cheapen life?
The universe?
Everything?

It’s an eternal question,
one I’ll always ask;
isn’t life grander,
more sacred,
if formed by random chance?