History Buffet

I’m delighted to have “The History Channel”
Larry the Cable Guy…In sleeveless flannel
Swamp People…Crack headed gator Bait
Ice Road truckers…Semi’s on skates
Pawn Stars bellying…2,000 lbs. of meat
Fleecing the suckers…off a hot Vegas street
Eyes grow teary…I do so emote
Honey, could you please…pass the remote?

Drawing Board

10,000 B.C. … Man planted seed
8,000 B.C. …Woman slashed and doth bleed
6,000 B.C. …Children perish in snow
4,000 B.C. …Immortal sunset’s aglow
2,000 B.C. …Egyptian sands are sifted
0…Coarse wooden cross… is so lifted
1,000 A.D. …Progress Made…Hopeful verve
2,000 A.D. …Obfuscating…Slow Learning curve

Thoth Troth

Millenniums hath passed since I first set eyes on you
Centuries now lost in swirling wind, sand and rhyme
Decades in tens have left me disconsolate blue
Years desolate I hath missed lips sublime
Month ago you do magically appear!
Week latterly one more sighting
Day permutation into night
Hour’s ageless lighting
Minute’s child
Time

Trickle Equals Two Nickels

The mighty tower of Goldman Sachs
A coin trickled down betwixt a thin crack
Penurious plutocrats on penthouse outcropping
Gasped in horror at the riches now dropping
The serf, the peon far down on the street
Distended bellies, tongues swollen from heat
Fought for position, ‘twas surely a crime
Twenty souls killed…one thin dime

When We Were Doves

Feathered, slender with Angel’s tips
Our wings soared high up above
Atop mighty pine I kissed bird lips
We swore we’d always be in love

The world was ours, yours and mine
We shared our bounty with others too
Our sunsets spent in celestial wine
Sunrise brought forth ribbons of blue

Each day we foraged to build the nest
Never once fearing the oncoming lead
You’re pierced with twig upon your breast
I fell in grief thinking you were dead

You soldier on with heart that’s broken
Your wound healed, a soul laid bare
No further words will thus be spoken
‘Til heaven’s nest…I await you there

Cala-veracity

Ubiquitous plastic bottles…K-Mart shopping carts
Scum sided turtle…sunning on a ‘83 Buick spare
Egrets with bleeding feet…Kingfishers “spume serfing”
Twisted Chrome bumpers…Reflecting morose catfish
The flotsam and jetsam of…“squalid stewardship”
Swam here, back in the day, when I was a kid
Open sewer for sale…what am I bid?

Tossed Salad

There it Lies…Rotting by the Pound
Our Agricultural Bounty…By Crate, By Truck
By Field…On the Ground
You Must Listen…Please Understand Jose
Fill our Bowls…Then Leave…Yesterday…Today!
You Were Never Wanted…As a Friend
Nor Desired as a Neighbor
The Only Thing…We “Valued”
Were The Fruits…Of your Labor