More Wips in June!

Armor, armor, armor–whom will you clad?

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Sleepy Music

With a rhythmic ruse

Doth my gentle muse

my set focus skews

as a poem she cues


thus stanzas here ooze

as verses she doth fuse

shaping shiftly the hues

shadows glistening she brews


thus when I wish to snooze

with thoughts flowing doth she abuse

her poet dear, sleep she doth excuse

but with discordant verses she imbues


So with coffee, ideas will amuse

as a shy vimful lyric accrues

Sleep feints, as rhythms perfuse

thus nightly the fight continues . . .

To Start Kicking or to Kickstart

Oh Kickstarter, Oh Kickstarter

Oh how I’ve been burned

Oh how I have wanted

Oh how I have yearned


You’re a world of possibility

Yet can be cesspool of demise

You’ve shown me valuable promise

Yet you’ve shanked me with lies


Oh Kickstarter, Oh Kickstarter

Please be gentle, listen to my plea

Oh Kickstarter, apologize to my wallet

To Steam for a spending spree!


Why the fridge, cold and serene

What the fish, glinting in shiny sheen

Who the—now, how does this end?

How on earth,  different from the trend


When interjecting questions persist

Who do you expect to help, assist

What appreciation did you desire

Where do you seek advice, so dire


Why do you claim to call the divine

When trying to rectify a spine

What sought celestial condemnation

Would improve the situation?


Swear, state, assert to say

Grief, yet from truth, not stray

Avoid euphemisms, evil’s eulogy at best

Vent explaining, let not expletives mar your chest