Barometric Pressure As the pressure drops Like a stone from a tower My health flops By each minute and hour I lock up Slowing down Drinking my death cup I flounder and drown Unable to function Unable to comprehend Unable to function Unable to live A robotic zombie Floating along Unstable and wonky This is my song A song of lostness A song of worthlessness A song of smallness A song of nervousness How long will this go on This morbid journey Until my symptoms are gone And I am back in lifes tourney Functioning normal Thinking and talking Not feeling abnormal Functioning and walking Living a normal life A life of normality No continuous strife Just a life of vitality Once again I am patient and await The barometric train To steam forward reducing its weight Arriving at my station Which it always does Creating a new period of gestation And my symptoms fizz I walk and wake from my stupor As the train passes Slowly reducing my stooper Not slow and thick as molasses But normal and bright Clear headed My symptoms in flight Completely broken and shredded Back in the living Where life is good Another season of thanksgiving Living as I should
Category: poem
Mans Best Friend
Mans Best Friend You can never love An animal as much as a dog They fit as a glove In lifes dialogue Koa Bear Keeper Sally Sue Marvelous sidekicks A family member Pure or mix I will remember Koa on the sailboat Or protecting you from a snake A thick coarse coat His death was a heartbreak Bear a friendly Carin My first dog as my own A lord or baron I was never alone Keeper was extraordinary She was a true friend Always merry Until the end Sally Sue was the best So gentle and kind Welcoming me as a guest Our time together was fine She sailed And we walked Even as our health failed Our love was locked A companion for the ages Accompanying me through life I could write pages She was like an oldwife Persistent as my assistant So loving and caring She was so consistent And reassuring Life moved on In a regular routine A beautiful liaison She was a queen I will miss her And her beauty Life will be a blur Without any duty Walking Feeding Swimming Chasing A wonderful responsibility To take care of her In her final disability We could not deter Life ends for us all Sooner or later We all fall To death the dictator Not giving us a choice Or remedies Taking our voice Leaving just memories
Oligarchy
Oligarchy A Republic A Democracy An Oligarchy An Aristocracy What are we Who runs us Are we free What is the fuss I can tell you A government ran by a few We should be bitter and blue But who understood and knew We live our lives Enjoying it all And our kids and wives As long as we play ball Everything is fine Until you ask real questions And lights will shine On the underlying tensions Small groups control Our economy and government Remember the grassy knoll And all the other uppercuts These groups are self seeking And they are underhanded Lying when they are speaking Stealing all they have demanded This is the rule of the elite The rule of the nobility The rule of cronyism And the rule of nepotism A leadership class rules Stealing everything Thinking we are fools Accepting their sting Sting of war Sting of economic disaster Sting of epidemic Sting of climate crisis The same people rule our country And is it better or worse Neither are we hungry Nor are resources scarce But for many they are both There are riots in the streets Crime and murder that we loath Brough to you by the cheats Mark my words It is too late They will reduce us by thirds And that is our fate
Words or Change
Words or Change A poor writer Making pennies A nail biter No reflection of my abilities Easy to pick up coins To buy a cup of coffee Crouching through my groins A simple activity Between two fingers Pinching the coinage Showing my butt to admirers Just wanting a beverage But writing is hard Taking much energy Pick and discard Much synergy Creating rhyme Or paragraphs To make a dime And a few laughs It is the same pay Picking up coins or writing I am not eating from the buffet PB and crackers is exciting The life I have chosen To entertain and savor No riches or acclamation But one I favor
International Readers
International Readers I am an international writer People from the globe Making my life brighter Let us seek and probe India Great Britain Canada Australia Germany and the United States Have read my poems or books I have great global mates All taking precious looks At my travel journal And my poems and novel A sense of fraternal Not submitting to grovel These people have bought And spent money to read Something I have taught Feelings I want to feed I am humbled and proud And enthusiastic and delighted To entertain a crowd For things I have copyrighted There will be more I modestly dare say Not to annoy or bore But to make someones day