AndSwears

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

Sitting On My Words

Give me a reason to exist

As I lie here with my words

Give me a reason to insist

To voice ideas to the nerds

 

For I will shyly resist

For why should I speak

Thus you should persist

if my ideas you seek

 

A silent stream I consist

of thoughts flowing between ears

yet there they subsist

kept back by vibrant fears

 

Therein lies the fatal twist

as here my shy words do stand

yet they obscured, are missed

as I sit, words detained, canned

 

To the Court of Public Opinion

In the court of public opinion

Lords and ladies abound

Testy swaggered with thought

Sheaths unfeline they hound

 

Yet arrows to your wings

Opinions on which you sore

Hammering, you hem and haw

beating ears like Thor

 

Thunder you may sound

Yet divine you are not

Lightning you may seem

Yet light bares you shot  

 

Who grants you rights to reek

Who extended the scepter

Hey, hang on man, hold it

Is there a reason for your banter

 

Yes you  have a mouth

and sure, you do use it

Yet does that  mean really

you should desire to abuse it?

 

Seek eloquence suave

Aspire to the brevity of wit

Inquire queries of disputes

Think about words a bit

 

Swag with testimony integral

Stroll with wisdom in hand

Saunter a sage savvy

So wise curt opinions stand

See, These Ships Sink

These ships are sinking, we must find a shore secure

Sure, these boats have carried us as is known in lore

Yet these husks are rotten, brim ragged of holes

Sending these sculls to depths, drowning all clinging souls

 

So save our souls, in a meaning clear

Amend our ardor, truth without smear

Rescue our reason, rend rectitude right

Salvage our spirit, redeem us from the trite

 

On these waters, we words once meant something

Yet these swells of culture were sadly perverting

So on these oceans of life, new words must sail anew

For under these depths, we must sleep dead, there accrue

Very Short: Did Write

Open the heavens down

Speak more to me, I implore

For such wisdom is crown

a golden glorious lore


See, I nod in admiration

So continue, pretty please

Smiling, ecstatic in elation

With your wit, my heart agrees


So on this night similar

Mere little questions, say

Take my time, dear counselor

So begin, I have all day